"I am Liu Feng. This is how I used to be. After using Dragon Country's medical pod, I have regained my health."
A middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes faced the camera, holding up a photo of himself before treatment, displaying his severed arm.
He then rolled up his sleeve, revealing his newly grown arm, and performed several difficult moves to show everyone that he had fully recovered.
"I am Sun Maosi. This is how I used to be. After using the treatment pod, I stood up again!"
A girl in her twenties first showed a photo of herself with amputated legs, confined to a wheelchair. Then, wearing a dance costume, she stood up and began to dance in front of the camera.
"I am Zhao Songshan. This is how I used to be..."
Under the nation's arrangement, those who had regained their health thanks to Jing Mingqiu's medical pod, people with disabilities, bravely stepped forward to share their personal experiences and speak out to the world.
At first, the leaders of Western countries were still struggling. They continuously promoted on the media that all of this was fake, a play arranged by Dragon Country, and that the people appearing on screen were actors.
One, two, three, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand!
However, as more and more people came forward, their lies became increasingly feeble and powerless.
Not everyone in the world is a fool. You can fool one person for a lifetime, or some people for a period of time, but you cannot fool everyone for a lifetime.
Dragon Country has as many as eighty million people with disabilities. Although most are ordinary people, there are always a small portion who can overcome their disabilities and become successful individuals.
When they also stepped forward and held press conferences.
Faced with ironclad evidence, Western public opinion completely collapsed.
Western pharmaceutical groups wanted to make a final struggle. They arranged for a reporter at a press conference to hold up a microphone and shout that those receiving awards on stage were all clones, and the real people had already been secretly killed by Dragon Country.
In response to their slanders, Dragon Country's spokesperson sneered, "Cloning can only clone limbs, not memories."
"If we could truly clone an adult, why would we risk using their organs for transplant without rejection, instead of taking the enormous risk of having them impersonate their original identities?"
The reporter who had just shouted was instantly stunned. He then realized how foolish a hypothesis he had just proposed: "I didn't mean that, I meant, you guys..."
He racked his brain trying to辩驳 (biébó - refute/argue against), but in the end, he only received boos from the entire audience.
Dragon Country's spokesperson took the opportunity to guide the public opinion, shifting the focus to the leaders of various countries colluding with pharmaceutical groups for profit, deliberately preventing Dragon Country's medical pods from entering.
Feeling deceived, the public's anger erupted, and they began to bombard the pharmaceutical groups online.
With the guidance of interested parties, they soon were not content with merely venting online. They began to gather offline, launching large-scale marches and protests.
The Western leaders and pharmaceutical groups, who had hoisted a rock only to drop it on their own feet, were all stunned by the impassioned marching crowds. They quickly convened their staff to discuss countermeasures.
The medical pods would take some time to settle the dust. Meanwhile, Jing Mingqiu had his disciple, Wu Nian, demonstrate all thirty-six Shaolin staff techniques.
"Benefactor Jing," Wu Nian wiped the sweat from his face, "I have demonstrated them all. Which set do you wish to learn? I can teach you now."
Jing Mingqiu casually hooked his hand and grabbed a long staff, "There's no need for such trouble. I've already learned quite a bit. Let me demonstrate first, and you can see if I've made any mistakes?"
With that, Jing Mingqiu brandished the long staff and, following the sequence Wu Nian had used to wield the staff, first performed the Panlong Staff Technique.
In an instant, staff shadows swirled, covering half of the training ground, with an even more formidable aura than when Wu Nian had performed it.
Ten minutes later, after completing the set, Jing Mingqiu retracted his staff and stood still, raising an eyebrow, "Wu Nian, how was my performance?"
Wu Nian, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. He was the chief of the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation, so his martial arts talent was considerable.
Even so, it had taken him a full month to thoroughly master the Panlong Staff Technique, and even then, the abbot called him a martial arts prodigy of a millennium.
Yet, Jing Mingqiu, after being taught, and only watching it once, had already reached the level he had attained after a month of arduous practice.
"Benefactor Jing," Wu Nian took a deep breath, barely suppressing his shock, "Your performance was excellent. The footwork, movements, and force application are near perfect. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed you were learning this staff technique for the first time."
Wu Nian paused, "However, Benefactor Jing, your control over your breathing is somewhat lacking. After the second move, you should take a deep breath, otherwise, it is very likely that your breath will be unstable during subsequent attacks. Also, in the seventh move, you should also inhale..."
"Wait a moment," Jing Mingqiu interrupted Wu Nian, "I don't think breathing is necessary here at all. I don't feel stifled at all, and if I take a breath after a few more moves, the movements will be smoother."
"Words prove nothing, how about this!" Jing Mingqiu shrugged. "I'll hold back my strength, and we'll spar again. That way, we'll know exactly when to inhale."
Wu Nian, having lost to Jing Mingqiu's innate strength and specialized mecha, although he didn't say anything, still felt quite resentful.
Hearing that Jing Mingqiu wanted to control his strength and only compete in techniques, he readily agreed without hesitation.
"Alright! This time, we'll only compete in techniques."
"Bang~"
The two staffs collided. After Jing Mingqiu adjusted his strength to be similar to Wu Nian's, they retracted their staffs and retreated. The duel, once again, commenced!
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Jing Mingqiu and Wu Nian simultaneously executed the Panlong Staff Technique in a sparring match.
Staff shadows intertwined, and the continuous sounds of impact were endless.
Because Jing Mingqiu had controlled his strength, the two were evenly matched at first.
However, as they continued to spar, Wu Nian soon fell into a disadvantage.
It was easy for discerning eyes to see that this was not a suppression of strength, but purely because Jing Mingqiu's stamina was longer, and his mastery of the Panlong Staff Technique was more profound.
After Jing Mingqiu flicked his weapon away, Wu Nian, unwilling to accept defeat so easily, performed a "sea-bottom-catching-the-moon" maneuver to retrieve his weapon. He then employed the Xiao Wuxiang Staff Technique, which countered the Panlong Staff Technique, and attacked Jing Mingqiu.
"Well done!" Jing Mingqiu shifted his stance accordingly and continued to spar with him using the Xiao Wuxiang Staff Technique.
From the Panlong Staff Technique to the Xiao Wuxiang Staff Technique, from the Xiao Wuxiang Staff Technique to the Luohan Staff Technique...
As their figures crisscrossed, all thirty-six staff techniques were cycled through. However, regardless of which one it was, Jing Mingqiu consistently suppressed Wu Nian and demonstrated greater proficiency.
After Jing Mingqiu once again flicked the long staff out of Wu Nian's hand, Wu Nian did not pick up his staff again. Instead, he stood still, dazed.
Wu Nian had heard of Jing Mingqiu's exploits before, but he did not understand the difficulty of scientific research. He was not impressed by everyone's fervent admiration for Jing Mingqiu and even harbored a hint of disdain.
Until today, when Jing Mingqiu, with a casual demeanor, had utterly defeated him in his strongest area, he was completely convinced.
Wu Nian did not pick up his weapon again. Instead, he clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and performed a grand salute to Jing Mingqiu.
"Benefactor Jing, you have won! I am very sorry, my emotions got out of control and anger consumed me. I will now go to Sihuai Cliff for three months of arduous training to temper my mind."
"It's alright, it's alright. I understand your feelings. You don't need to punish yourself..."
Jing Mingqiu did not take offense at Wu Nian's breaking of the rules and sudden change of technique.
After all, with the system's blessing, he was like a bug. It was understandable that others were deeply hit and lost their emotional control.
As Jing Mingqiu was carefully choosing his words to comfort Wu Nian, the system's prompt sound suddenly rang out.
[Ding~]