Chapter 515 Two Strokes Awaken the Shaolin Dream

The young man rolled up his sleeves, revealing the muscles in his arms; it was clear he was someone who exercised regularly.

He stood in front of a martial monk who had already taken a firm stance, holding a stick, and turned to shout to the host beside him.

"Then I'll begin!"

"Come!"

"If you smoke it and it causes harm, I'm not responsible!"

"If it goes wrong, it's because our skills aren't up to par."

The host looked confident, while the martial monks, assuming a horse stance, appeared tense.

The young man rubbed his hands together, made a couple of gestures, then roared and slammed the stick down on his junior.

With a crisp crack, the stick snapped instantly.

The young man looked shocked, and the surrounding audience gasped in surprise.

"It was cut off directly?"

"That hurts so much!"

"hiss--"

The young man was a little scared when he saw the stick break; he had just used all his strength to smash it down.

The young man rushed to the monk's side to check on him anxiously.

The monk finished his routine with a series of punches, then slowly stood up, casually patted the splinters of wooden stick off his shoulder, and seemed perfectly fine.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding audience cheered and shouted.

"good!"

"That's amazing!"

"As expected of Shaolin Kung Fu!"

Seeing that the people around him were very satisfied, the host also showed a bright smile.

"Want to try again?"

The host asked the young man in a low voice.

The young man hesitated for a moment, but still somewhat skeptical, he picked up another stick.

This time, he put all his strength into it and snapped the stick in two.

The young man looked shocked after discovering that the monk was unharmed.

The host even went right up to them.

What are your thoughts?

"sharp!"

The young man wiped the sweat from his brow and praised him repeatedly.

"That's really impressive!"

"I put all my strength into it!"

"The stick broke, but the person is alright?"

Upon hearing this, the monk immediately took off his shirt, showing off his muscular back to everyone.

This drew gasps of surprise from the audience.

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

"Amazing!"

"You're all alright?!"

"Is this Shaolin Kung Fu?"

Everyone was deeply moved, and even Lin Xiuxiu and the others kept applauding.

Bai Yejin looked at the martial monk with some concern and asked Lin Yifeng in a soft voice.

"Brother, is he really alright?"

Lin Yifeng nodded.

"It's alright."

"They've all trained, there's no problem."

"Otherwise, how could you be so confident as to invite people to hit you with sticks?"

Bai Yejin thought about it carefully and realized it made sense, so she didn't ask any further questions.

On stage, it was soon the turn of the next few people, and everyone took turns trying in the order they had previously chosen.

These people were already very curious about this, and they put all their effort into trying it out.

Some of the people who followed were so shaken that their hands went numb, while others broke the wooden stick just like the first person.

People around them were also shouting and cheering.

"Keep it up!"

"Put some effort into it!"

"Oh! What a pity!"

Many people are hoping for a mishap.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard everyone tried, the monks were able to withstand the blows.

The first two monks each took on two people, and even though their backs were red from being beaten, they were completely unharmed.

Afterwards, the invited tourists were full of praise.

"Our Shaolin Kung Fu is truly amazing."

"I admire you, I admire you so much, I don't even know how to express it."

"That's really impressive!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, the host was overjoyed and immediately arranged for the little monk to go down and ask for a reward.

Such a wonderful performance prompted many people around to give generous tips.

Even Donglai and Guo Fengsheng couldn't help but give him a reward of five yuan.

Finally, it was Meng Ran's turn.

Lin Xiuxiu and Meng An'an, sitting in the audience, were also shouting towards the crowd.

"Go, Uncle Meng!"

"Show them what you've got!"

Meng Ran smiled and waved to the two children.

Meng Ran picked up a wooden stick and stood next to the martial monk.

He was supposed to be the last one, so the previous monk hadn't left yet, intending to withstand Meng Ran's staff and finish the job perfectly.

Meng Ran didn't want things to get too tense, so she planned to just make a token gesture and then leave.

With a final blow, the monk let out a long breath.

This time, the host didn't interview Meng Ran, but instead shouted to the audience.

"That's the fifth blow!"

"How are you feeling, Wuming?"

The beaten monk took a deep breath, waved his hand, and shouted.

"No problem, we can do it again!"

"It doesn't feel as energetic as the first two!"

"I'd be happy to take a few more hits!"

Upon hearing this, the host repeatedly shouted to the audience.

"Please give us a round of applause, everyone!"

"Benefactor, would you like to continue?"

Meng Ran nodded slightly, preparing to complete the final procedures.

Meanwhile, some people in the audience, clearly enjoying the spectacle, were shouting at Meng Ran.

"Brother, do you have kidney deficiency?"

"I feel like I haven't eaten!"

"I can't break the stick no matter what!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyi and the others' expressions changed, and they instantly glared fiercely at the man who had just spoken.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man shrank back and dared not speak.

However, the host and the monks on stage did not notice these things.

The host even repeatedly darted around Meng Ran's minefield.

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