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Chapter 200 - 200 78 The ways of the world hating the monk often just means hating the robe

200: Chapter 78: The ways of the world, hating the monk often just means hating the robe.

200: Chapter 78: The ways of the world, hating the monk often just means hating the robe.

Kernor was actually carrying some emotional baggage.

He never doubted the authenticity of the kung fu Cheng Daqi taught him—his mind didn’t allow him the capacity to think otherwise.

Chan was undoubtedly a clever, kind, and sincere person.

Not only did he forgive his offense, but also took him as a disciple, and even pulled him into a startup.

Kernor didn’t quite understand entrepreneurship, thinking it was somewhat similar to establishing a gang.

But he greatly respected Cheng Daqi, including the ‘martial arts’ Cheng Daqi taught him.

Therefore, he worried about not doing well, feeling pressure in his heart.

But, when the background music for “The Era Is Calling” started, Kernor immediately sprang into action.

The Kung Fu Kid stopped thinking and let Chinesekongfu take over his body.

The brain was offline, kung fu was loaded, and clever Kernor was back.

But everyone watching his kung fu performance began to question it.

Whether it was the audience in the livestream or Zhao Hongjin sitting beside Cheng Daqi; they were all perplexed.

If they hadn’t heard wrong, the Chinese background music seemed almost like it might be the music for broadcasting gymnastics!

“Chan, isn’t he performing kung fu?

Did you play the wrong music?”

Zhao is still too young, too naive, too pure.

She doesn’t understand that this is a well-designed plan by Cheng Daqi, tailored for Kernor’s inherently abstract sacred body to go viral.

The play is all about contrast, the main focus is on the abstract.

To hit every viewer’s soul with such natural abstractness!

“No mistake, just keep watching and you’ll understand.

This is the foundational work for his kung fu.”

Even faced with doubts from Zhao Hongjin, another person from Hua Country, Cheng Daqi remained unruffled.

How can one get traffic without staging some stunts?

Traffic = money, and making money isn’t clumsy.

The audience in the livestream didn’t need a translator to understand the conversation between the two, and the comment section immediately blew up.

‘Crap, I was all ready and you show me this?

You’re a total scammer!’

‘Do you see him taking off his pants?

Please don’t say you’re from Hua Country when you’re outside!’

‘I’m expressing a kind of frustration when expectations are not met!’

‘Stop arguing, haven’t you realized?

This looks a bit like the broadcasting gymnastics we did in middle school.’

‘No shit, that’s exactly why I’m pissed!’

Kernor was unaware that his background music had already scared the audience; he began the first part of his ‘warm-up.’

In broadcasting gymnastics, this would be called preparatory exercises, but Kernor practiced it as if it were real kung fu.

He first turned sideways and raised his head high, extending his right arm, with an utterly focused and devoted expression.

Next, performing a movement resembling Master Ma’s unique technique of ‘receiving, transforming, and issuing,’ he slightly bent his knees in a partial step and made a half-circle with his right arm, slowly pushing it forward from in front of him.

“He’s really doing broadcasting gymnastics!” exclaimed Zhao, covering her mouth in surprise.

This isn’t about building a foundation for learning kung fu, it’s clearly broadcasting gymnastics.

“This move is a technique for welcoming and redirecting force.

Look at his lower stance, his legs bent and tilted to the side, concentrating the force for emission onto his extended right arm.

With one turn of the arm, he can easily neutralize an opponent’s moves.

Isn’t this the embodiment of kung fu?”

Cheng Daqi was making up reasons on the fly, adding an abstract dimension to his live show’s shocking activity.

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An idiotic black guy being hoodwinked into thinking broadcasting gymnastics is kung fu is outrageous, but what if the person teaching him also thought it was kung fu?

Well, that gets interesting.

Calling out Master Ma.

Lightning five-lash whip, Mixed Origins Xingyi Tai Chi School, receiving, transforming, and issuing.

Master Ma’s abstract mix of truth and falsehood, his belly full of traffic, could not take any more.

If he hadn’t been so sensationalist, he might not have been banned.

Cheng Daqi wanted to replicate, no, he wanted to draw inspiration from Master Ma’s approach, creating a persona that believed in the kung fu elements of broadcasting gymnastics.

Indeed, broadcasting gymnastics does include elements of kung fu!

In doing so, he could initially increase the abstractness of his livestream, heightening the fame of his account.

In the future, he could also perform an elegant turnaround, easily white-washing his image.

Moreover, Kernor could also ride the wave of Cheng Daqi’s livestream popularity, gaining some recognition himself.

In the future, when he logged into TikTok, he’d already have a foundational impression score for a smooth start.

Cheng Daqi had already decided to hire click farms; with beauties, singing, dancing, meat, wine, and an abstract black guy doing broadcasting gymnastics in the livestream.

With just a slight push…

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The audience in the livestream room was somewhat life-questioning due to Cheng Daqi’s ‘shamelessly bold’ explanations.

‘What he says makes sense, the preparatory stances really do seem a bit like redirecting an opponent’s force.’

‘Bullshit, Governor of California is nothing but a thoroughbred actor, everything about him is scripted, this too is part of his script, I’m not watching this, it’s pointless.’

‘You said you were going to stop watching half an hour ago, why haven’t you left yet?

Are you a dog?

Criticizing the stink while eating it?’

‘To the one above, dogs don’t think it stinks, you’re wrong.’

‘If not a dog, how would one know the stench of it, huh?’

‘But this black bro is putting in so much effort, look at his movements, he’s actually very serious.’

Yes, Kernor was always serious.

He seriously took on a master, to the extent that Cheng Daqi jittered.

He seriously studied ‘kung fu,’ each move neatly executed.

His shallow brain and empty life swallowed the courage to think; he chose to listen to Cheng Daqi and meticulously practiced the ‘kung fu’ that Scott found laughable.

The audience laughed at him, mocked him, watched him for fun.

But Kernor treated kung fu as his redemption, delighting in it.

“The Era Is Calling” moved onto the second section, and Kernor started walking in place.