Chapter 3 My Fist, 20 Years of Kung Fu!
Wu Li lay on the bed browsing Mo Yin Platform and before he knew it, two hours had passed.
By the time he snapped back to reality, it was already time for dinner.
"Maybe let's order some takeout." Wu Li suddenly didn't feel like moving, and he began to understand why Chen Dong could lay in bed all day without getting up.
However, having browsed videos for so long, Wu Li had made some discoveries; videos that truly showcased Traditional Martial Arts or explained and taught Martial Arts didn't have many likes, indicating that they didn't attract many viewers; instead, videos that had visual effects to grab attention were the ones that were popular.
Among them, apart from high jumps, comedic and cute acts, splits, and movie clips editing, there were two types of videos related to Martial Arts that were quite popular: one was various methods of striking or breaking objects, like chopping bricks or bottles with bare hands, kicking steel pipes and so on, and the other was demonstrating Martial Arts application in real combat, featuring sparring and countering moves.
Wu Li also knew how to apply Martial Arts in real combat, and could do sparring and move-countering with the help of his roommates, but people in those teaching videos were either white-haired elders or immortal-looking Taoist priests, or at least some sturdy middle-aged men. Wu Li, looking like a young kid, wouldn't be believed as a Martial Arts expert.
Plus, the opponents in those videos were robust and clearly trained, while Chu Li glanced at his roommate: Chen Dong was fat like a ball, and the other roommate who hadn't come back yet was thin as a stick...
"It seems I can only display the violent beauty of Martial Arts," Wu Li sighed.
With the enhancement from Iron Body, chopping bricks with bare hands or kicking metal pipes was no challenge for Wu Li.
"Bam!" A loud door slam resounded.
Wu Li peeked out. The last roommate, Wang Xuecheng, had come back, angrily throwing down his basketball, "This is infuriating!"