C15 Play with My Legs!

"Chen Hao, what are you up to?" Mo Huaixi couldn't stop him, so she just watched as he ascended the stage.

Once Chen Hao was on stage, the audience fell silent.

Everyone was curious to see how Chen Hao intended to split the granite with nothing but his bare hands.

They were skeptical that he could actually do it with just a hand strike; there had to be some trick to it...

Then, under the watchful eyes of many, Chen Hao inhaled deeply and slammed his fist down with force.

"Holy smokes, is he really going to split it with his bare hands?" came the astonished cries from below.

Boom!

As the granite shattered into several pieces before everyone's eyes, and the stage itself shook violently, leaving a gaping hole in the wooden plank beneath, the crowd was rendered speechless.

It looked like he might have overdone it. And wasn't that stage a bit too flimsy?

Chen Hao scratched his cheek and casually strolled down from the stage with his hands in his pockets.

They wouldn't expect me to pay for this, would they?

By the time the fervent cheers and applause erupted, Chen Hao had already left the playground.

He wasn't trying to show off; he genuinely wanted to avoid any hassle from the school administration.

Right now, he was penniless; paying for damages was out of the question.

Today, although Irethhone University had resumed, classes were delayed until tomorrow, and after a brief welcome party, everyone dispersed.

Chen Hao went back to his place alone.

But what he didn't know was that the video of him shattering the granite and demolishing the stage with his bare hands had already gone viral within Irethhone University's online community and forums. It had even garnered millions of views on the world's largest video site in just a couple of hours.

Meanwhile, in the martial club at Irethhone University, a group was huddled around a laptop, replaying the brief video.

"Man, regardless of whether that granite was real, the amount of strength needed to bring down the stage is insane," someone marveled.

Jiang Nan, the president of the martial club, seated at the computer, suggested, "Take a closer look at his technique and the angle at which he applied force."

The crowd watched several more times, and someone questioned with a hint of doubt, "Is he trained in martial arts?"

"Indeed," Jiang Nan confirmed gravely, "And he's not just run-of-the-mill skilled. If we could get him to join our martial club..."

Elsewhere, Chu Mu slammed his newly purchased phone down in frustration.

"Damn it, wasn't it supposed to be fail-safe? What in the world happened?"

The young man in front of him, the male host of the welcome party, mopped his brow and stammered, "Brother Mu, this isn't on me. The granite was solid. It's just that this guy is freakishly strong. He even brought down the stage. I didn't see that coming."

"Brother Mu, it looks like this guy has some training," another tall, lean youth chimed in. "Here's a thought: the whole of Irethhone University is buzzing about him being a pro. Maybe we could..."

The following day, Chen Hao arrived at school to an unusual amount of attention.

People even whipped out their phones to snap his picture.

It was just a stone that was split; was such a reaction necessary? I'm not a panda that escaped from a zoo.

Chen Hao was at a loss for words, and even more so when he was stopped before he could even make it onto campus.

"Hello, Senior Chen Hao. I'm Jiang Nan, president of the Martial Club. I was wondering if you might be interested in joining us?" The young man in front of him inquired with respectful politeness.

In the past, Chen Hao would have had zero interest in any martial club.

But upon meeting Jiang Nan, he stroked his chin and replied with a grin, "Sure, why not?"

"Really?!" Jiang Nan was ecstatic, having not expected such an easy agreement. He quickly added, "Senior Chen Hao, do you have some time now? Perhaps you'd like to come and see our Martial Club?"

"Let's do it," Chen Hao agreed, and they set off together.

As they walked, Chen Hao queried Jiang Nan, "Do you belong to the Jiang family from Lilaena?"

"Uh." Jiang Nan was taken aback to hear "Lilaena Jiang family" from Chen Hao. "Senior Chen Hao is familiar with our Jiang family?"

"I've heard a bit about it," Chen Hao offered without going into detail.

It appeared he hadn't mistaken the individual; Jiang Nan was indeed the young master of the Jiang family from Lilaena.

Currently, the Jiang family of Lilaena didn't boast much fame. Despite having a considerable number of members, their financial means were modest, and they hadn't produced any notable figures, which is why they remained relatively unknown.

Yet, the Jiang family held another distinction: they were one of the exceedingly rare martial arts families of the era.

In the world of martial cultivation, there were sects and there were families.

The Jiang family was a lineage that had been practicing martial arts for centuries, with each generation carrying on the tradition. Even though martial arts had seemingly lost its relevance in contemporary times, the Jiang family steadfastly preserved their heritage.

Perhaps their dedication had even touched the divine, for when the spiritual energy was revived, the Jiang family, as a martial arts lineage, progressed far more rapidly than typical powers.

In less than two years, the Jiang family was poised to become the dominant force in Lilaena, with a wealth of experts emerging from within their ranks.

Ultimately, much of Chen Hao's martial arts knowledge was derived from the teachings of the Jiang family.

Upon his arrival at the martial club, Chen Hao was greeted with enthusiasm.

Many members cast admiring glances his way, which Chen Hao found somewhat disconcerting.

Nonetheless, there were those who harbored doubts about him.