Su Chen came to the Huaxia Martial Arts Association's activity site by Liu Qing leading the road.
A very nice site, with more than 200 square feet of space, and polished wooden floors.
About two dozen students were practicing. Some of them used Wingchun fist to hit on wooden figures, while others were practicing other martial arts themselves. Some were doing sparring, too.
From Su Chen's view, it was just like an empty performance. It was fine to use for strengthening the body, but using a plank brick would be stronger than this in a real fight.
"This is our activity room. How is it? Not bad, right?" Liu Qing smiled and looked at Su Chen, who was by his side.
"Not bad."
Su Chen nodded with a satisfied smile.
"Hehe! This was because I am a BFF of the secretary of the Student Council. That is why they approved it for me. Many associations are envious of us," said Liu Qing quite proudly.
At this time, the students who came to the auditorium all heard the sound and stopped to look at the door.
They stared at Su Chen with shining eyes, especially a few girls, who were blushing due to excitement.
With the popularity of Su Chen now, it could be said that no one doesn't know about Su Chen. When they heard that their president had said that Su Chen was joining their club, they were already looking forward to it. They finally met Su Chen in person.
"I don't need to introduce more. This is Su Chen, our new member. Why is everybody so stunned? Aren't you going to welcome him?" asked Liu Qing with a smile.
"Oh, okay…"
"Welcome!"
Accompanied by the girls' cheers, warm applause rang out.
"Thank you!" Su Chen thanked them with a smile.
The crowd was small, but they were all enthusiastic, and the atmosphere was good.
Then the crowd gathered around them. They were chattering.
After a while, Su Chen could recognize them thoroughly.
"Su Chen, this is your first time here. Everybody is quite curious. Perform a few moves for us," suggested Liu Qing with a smile.
"Yes, yes. Su Chen, perform something."
"That video of you fighting with those instructors. That was so cool."
"Brother Chen, let us see your real kungfu."
…
The crowd responded excitedly.
"All right!"
Su Chen did not wish to disappoint them, too. He smiled as he nodded and said, "I saw that many of you were practicing Wingchun fist. I know this too. How about I demonstrate this for you guys?"
"Great!"
"Quickly, quickly…"
The group of people were excited and nodded again and again, including Liu Qing.
Su Chen walked up to a wooden figure and struck a standard Wingchun fist pose. Then, he said, "Look carefully, for my fist is fast."
All of them nodded with serious faces as they stared with wide eyes. The ones who feared that they would miss the details cleverly took out their phone and prepared to record it.
The weather was so hot, and they still insisted on training. They were mostly truly interested in Chinese Kungfu. They wanted to learn as much as possible since now a master like Su Chen was demonstrating.
"Here we go!"
When Su Chen's voice was heard, a fine brilliant shine showed in his eyes. Then he instantly started his moves.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the soft, but loud sound heard, the wooden figure was hit and was violently shaking.
All of them could not see Su Chen's moves clearly and could only see the shadow of his hands.
In just a few seconds, Su Chen finished the Wingchun Wooden Figure 116 styles. Then he suddenly kept back his fist and stood.
Crack! Crack!
Two clear sounds were heard, and the two wooden sticks on the wooden figure were suddenly broken. They fell to the ground.
The crowd was dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.
"Well... Sorry. I hit a little too hard."
Su Chen scratched his head with an apologetic smile. He had kept 70% of the force, and did not expect that he would still break it.
"Damn, he is too strong!"
"Goodness, which one of you saw that?"
"I wasn't able to count how many times it sounded."
"Oh my God, come and see the video I recorded. You couldn't see the moves at all."
When they came to their senses, they all started screaming in surprise.
"Su Chen, please accept me as your apprentice." A burly young man went straight in front of Su Chen. Then, he suddenly kneeled and looked at Su Chen with his pair of eyes, which were burning in enthusiasm.
Su Chen was flustered and stunned as he looked at the young man.
Liu Qing introduced him. This guy's name seemed to be Yao Wu. He practices their family ancestral "Yao Clan Fist".
This so-called "Yao Clan Fist" turned out to be from a secret book that he had taken out from his family's ancestral hall when he just graduated from primary school.
The book was years old. Not to speak of, if it was true, or if the so-called secret book was bought from some roadside stalls. It was bitten by mice, and only half was left, with many pages unclear in the book.
At that time, those martial arts TV series were popular throughout the country. Yao Wu was an Eighth-Grade Syndrome boy at that time. When he found the secret book, he felt that he had gotten the family's unique martial arts, and was determined to become a master of martial arts.
He had been determined in his practice for ten years. He was nowhere near a master of martial arts, but his body was muscular and strong due to his practice. It would not be a problem for him to fight against one or two men, but not more than that.
"What are you doing? Get up." Su Chen hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him up.
Yao Wu dodged from his hand and said solemnly, "Master, I am serious. I have been practicing martial arts for ten years. My family and friends often laugh at me, saying that I have been practicing martial arts foolishly. I don't have any real kungfu. But I believe that there is real kungfu in this world. I saw it in person today."
Speaking of this, he heavily knocked down his forehead onto the floor. The sound of the knock was heard by everyone. He pleaded again, "Su Chen, please accept me as your apprentice."
"You get up and talk, or I'll leave and not join this club if you do this anymore," said Su Chen as he frowned.
"No, no. I'll get up."
Yao Wu suddenly stood up in a hurry. There was a bruise on his forehead. It was obvious that he used a lot of might when he hit the ground with his forehead.
Su Chen felt helpless. This guy was like Luo Shan; both of them were real martial arts maniacs.
"Damn, Yao Wu. You look simple and honest. I did not expect you to be so cheeky. I want to become his apprentice too."
"Me too. We all want to be your apprentice."
"Master Su Chen!"
The other students came to their senses and immediately surrounded him and shouted.
They couldn't get down on their knees like Yao Wu, but they all wanted to learn real kungfu, too.
Including Liu Qing, who was looking at Su Chen, too, with her beautiful, shining eyes.
The visual impact was completely different from the video, and this time witnessing Su Chen's kungfu in person.
None of those who love martial arts could resist this kind of charm.
"That's enough. Be quiet."
Su Chen shouted and stopped everyone, then said with a wry smile, "You frighten me. We are not the mafia guys in the novel. There is nothing about master and apprentice. I can promise to give you the advice to practice martial arts whenever I am free, but forget about taking me as your master, or I'll leave."
Everyone felt a little pity when they heard that.
However, it was considered good enough that Su Chen promised to give them advice.
Yao Wu smiled simply and honestly. His eyes were staring at Su Chen, showing a firm attitude.
He was simple-minded and straightforward. He had already bowed to the master, whether or not Su Chen agreed. He would treat Su Chen as his from now on. He believed that Su Chen would be willing to accept him as his apprentice one day.