Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Art of Persuasion with Vigor

Chen Bo Ke wouldn’t simply abandon the horse for such a ridiculous reason as it being prone to running off; rather, it was because this horse belonged to Ma Ji. If he rode it back to Tianyang City, it might be recognized. Moreover, this fellow seemed to be some worthless eldest son of the Ma family in Tianyang City. Who knew if the grieving Ma family, having lost their eldest son, might go mad and storm into Tianyang Academy? Or perhaps send assassins to quietly take him out, ending the game right there. Oh my!

That’s why one must always be cautious. Especially since his system was so unreliable—it seemed that even if someone tried to kill him, it wouldn’t intervene. Truly, what a frustrating situation.

If only his system worked like those in stories! The moment the protagonist faced danger, it would instantly or covertly grant them a powerful artifact to effortlessly crush their enemies. But alas, his miserly system would never do such a thing.

Chen Bo voiced all these thoughts live on stream; after all, there was nothing to hide. He knew that even if he kept quiet, the system would still be aware. So he might as well vent and feel better for it.

“6666666, streamer, is it really wise for you to arrange your system like this? Aren’t you afraid it might give you a hard time later?”

“Damn it, let’s continue talking about fighting monsters, leveling up, and traveling. I haven’t had my fill of arguing yet—let’s keep it going!”

“Hey upstairs, are you just bored out of your mind? Still not enough nonsense? By the way, how does that foreigner speak Chinese so fluently? No, better yet, how can he type Chinese characters? Understand them? André, come out and explain!”

“In fact, our country began promoting Mandarin nationwide just a few days after the streamer time-traveled here. They set up a ton of crash courses, and since I’m pretty gifted in Chinese, I can understand what you’re saying.”

“Wow? Germany already has nationwide Mandarin learning? Our country only started a month ago, but I’ve known Chinese a long time—it’s my major in university, haha! Not just everyday conversation, I can even read martial arts novels. But is it really true what Chinese friends say about tearing apart Japanese soldiers by hand?”

Seeing these messages from foreigners, every Chinese viewer couldn’t help but swell with pride—that innate spirit of grandeur embedded deep within them!

Now every country was learning their language; one day, these countries would be assimilated by China. When that happens, might history repeat itself with the Tang Dynasty’s golden age, when all nations paid tribute?

“Yes, it’s true! Tearing apart Japanese soldiers by hand, blowing up planes with grenades, shooting tanks with rifles—all true!”

“Exactly! You foreigners don’t understand—our country has something called Guoshu! Guoshu divides into six levels: Mingjin, Anjin, Huajin, Danjin, Immortal Resilience, and Earthbound Immortal!”

“That’s right! Guoshu is our traditional martial art! During the resistance war, many of our soldiers were Guoshu masters. Blowing up planes with grenades was just a breeze!”

“Even Premier Zhou studied Guoshu. There was a grandmaster who was surrounded by hundreds of gunmen and only fell from stray bullets. This is historically documented—you can look it up on Baidu. Guoshu definitely exists; maybe the ordinary uncle next to you is a master!”

“Know Bruce Lee? His strength was the pinnacle of Mingjin! Just the first level alone allows one to take on multiple opponents at once. The higher levels? Impossible to beat!”

“They say once you reach Huajin, you’re nearly immune to gunfire! At Danjin, only large-caliber sniper rifles or heavy machine guns can kill you! Sadly, there aren’t many Huajin masters left nowadays, sigh.”

One person got the conversation started, and a group of bored netizens immediately unleashed their hidden skill: supreme trolling.

They had the clueless foreigners utterly dumbfounded, exclaiming “Oh my god,” “I can’t believe it,” and “China is so dangerous.”

Seeing so many foreigners gullibly believing their tales, these trolls grew bolder, nearly fooling them into lameness—truly inheriting the unmatched art of deception from Uncle Benshan.

Chen Bo could only shake his head in despair. He thought he was innocent enough, but these foreigners were even more naive. He wondered how such pure-minded people managed to govern their countries.

“So where can one learn Guoshu? I practice Taekwondo and a bit of Karate, but last time I fought some black gang members, one punch knocked me down. Did they learn Guoshu too?”

Finally, a foreigner asked the question! The chat erupted like a barrel of fireworks, with messages flooding in.

“Dear foreign friend, to be honest, those thugs who hit you probably know nothing. You were knocked down because the arts you learned aren’t practical. They have plenty of street fighting experience and took you down in a flash.”

“Exactly! Taekwondo and Karate were both stolen from our country. Taekwondo’s predecessor is the Eighteen Roads Tan Leg, and Karate’s predecessor is Tang Hand. Those Japanese and Koreans shamelessly pilfered our arts but are mediocre at best. They only learned the surface and think they can start their own schools.”

“So listen! If you want real deadly skills, come to China! But Guoshu is usually a secret art; no one teaches it unless you have a great opportunity.”

In truth, these netizens weren’t even sure if Guoshu still existed in their own country, but it didn’t matter. As long as they could fool these proud foreigners, it was enough.

“But I’ve seen Karate break bricks and Taekwondo kick wooden boards!”

“Seriously? If you train your strength, you can do that too! Our Chinese armed police can even break one-centimeter-thick steel plates with their heads! Even CCTV has aired shows on this. Breaking bricks and kicking boards is nothing!”

“Here’s a tip: take a wooden stick as thick as an arm, lean it against a wall at about a 45-degree angle, wear shoes, and stomp hard. It will definitely snap! If it were a human bone, it’d break instantly! So kicking boards is just about technique—anyone can learn it.”

“Mom, I want to go to China to study! No, to learn Guoshu!”

“I want to go too!”

“Take me with you!”

“Count me in!”

“I want to immigrate to China!”

“Hahaha, I’m Chinese-American, born in China—I envy you all!”