First, he had made a momentary gap appear in the waterfall from a distance. Then, while practicing his spear in the rain, not a single drop had touched his clothes. And now, facing this massive swarm of bees, he was *still* able to wield his long spear and fend them all off without getting hurt. The problem was, his long spear hadn't even touched them! Seriously, is this guy even human? Can a normal person do any of this? This is beyond rational explanation! The reporters thought, their hearts pounding with alarm.

As they reeled in shock, beside the waterfall, Zhang Beixing swung his long spear. The angry bees Jin Linyu had provoked dwindled rapidly with each pass of the spear. Soon, few remained; the rest had already turned tail and fled.

After he executed "Long River Sunset," the final move of the Yue Family Spear Technique, the aggressive swarm of bees instantly turned into a pile of corpses on the ground.

"Whew! Refreshing!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Beixing snapped out of his state of complete focus. Feeling the mental fatigue wash over him, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face alight with exhilaration.

Although mastering the external projection of Vital Energy had brought an unknown mutation to his protective wind, he found that the more he practiced the Yue Family Spear Technique, the more comfortable and fluid his movements became!

"Sister Qi, how was that? Did you capture my handsome glory… What the hell? Why are there so many dead bees here?"

Zhang Beixing was about to ask Lin Siqi how the video recording had gone when his eyes fell upon the ground covered in bee corpses. He was shocked.

The sight was enough to trigger his trypophobia.

Hearing Zhang Beixing's exclamation, Lin Siqi realized that he had finally emerged from his Martial Arts Training trance.

She stepped out from behind the waterfall, the shock still evident on her face, and recounted everything that had just happened in detail.

When he heard that he had apparently slain the swarm of bees with his spear, Zhang Beixing felt baffled.

He had been deeply immersed in his Martial Arts Training, in a state where he and his spear were one, acutely aware of every nuance of the spear's movement.

Even so, from the beginning of his practice to the end, he hadn't felt his spear touch anything at all.

Yet Lin Siqi insisted that he had killed the bees with his spear.

And indeed, the numerous bee corpses on the ground were undeniable proof.

This… Logically, my protective wind shouldn't have such power; at best, it could blow out a candle. What's going on here?

Zhang Beixing furrowed his brows, pondering the mystery.

Just then,

TAP, TAP, TAP—

A rapid patter of footsteps approached from behind.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Beixing turned.

He saw three reporters rushing towards him. Each had a microphone clipped to their collar, a camera slung around their neck, and was carrying a video camera.

Seeing them, Zhang Beixing was initially stunned but quickly realized they must have come because of the tiger news.

He assumed they were there for an interview and was wondering what to say. Just then, the reporters stopped about a meter and a half away. They crouched down in unison, their eyes fixed on the bee corpses littering the ground—each one neatly sliced in two.

They exchanged shocked glances.

Although they had seen Zhang Beixing dispatch the bees from a distance, a closer inspection revealed just how incredible it was. The devil was in the details: they could clearly see that each bee's body had been neatly bisected, the cuts incredibly smooth!

Normally, killing a bee with a knife was simple, but it would most likely be crushed rather than sliced. To produce such perfectly smooth cuts was unimaginably difficult.

It required not only an exceedingly sharp and thin blade but also incredibly fast and precise movements from the wielder.

But they had all seen Zhang Beixing use a spear, and moreover, the spear hadn't even touched the bees before they died!

What kind of skill level is this? It's simply unbelievable!

HISS...

The three reporters gasped simultaneously, then excitedly aimed their cameras at the bee corpses, zooming in for close-ups and snapping photos feverishly.

Seeing their reaction, Zhang Beixing was dumbfounded, unsure of what to say.

Only after the reporters had finished photographing the bee corpses did one of them, a man, stand up. He looked at Zhang Beixing with a radiant smile and said reverently, "Senior, hello. We're from the 'Beautiful Yiling' news station. May we trouble you for a few minutes for an interview?"

"Yes, yes, Senior Zhang, we came specifically for you," another added.

"To think such a renowned expert is so young! It truly is better to see in person than to hear a thousand tales. We hope you'll grant us an interview," said the third.

The other reporters also chimed in, each more respectful than the last, clearly awestruck by the martial arts Zhang Beixing had just displayed.

Despite Zhang Beixing's youth, they addressed him as 'Senior' with the utmost deference.

Hearing their words, Zhang Beixing was speechless.

Seriously? You didn't want to interview me when you first came up, but now you suddenly do? What do you take me, Zhang Beixing, for?

However, considering they were calling him 'Senior,' he figured he should give them some face.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that their video cameras were already recording.

Realizing they might have been secretly filming him for a while, Zhang Beixing's eyebrows shot up, and his eyes lit up.

Isn't this ready-made footage? Their equipment is professional—much better than my phone—and the angles are bound to be good too. It might not even need much editing before I can post it directly to Douyin! This is a stroke of luck, saving me hassle and time. Does this mean I can get it on Douyin today? These reporters are perfect unwitting assistants, showing up at just the right moment. Excellent, excellent!

Zhang Beixing immediately asked, "An interview? That's fine, but there's something I'm more curious about right now. Did you record what just happened?"

"Uh... yes, we recorded it. Why do you ask?" one of the reporters responded, looking a bit hesitant.

"Nothing, really. Just... this is a stick-up! Now, be good and hand over all your tapes!"

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