VW:CCM Chapter 2

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I’ve gotten chapters 1-7 from Logaste Translations so I’ve edited them and posting them here for easier reading.

Translated by: Quentin

Edited by: Sietse (Valici)


Chapter 2: Kung Fu?

Two guys rushed forward from either side of Gu Fei, while another guy stood in front of the exit of the alleyway to block his escape route.

They immediately attacked, one with a punch and the other with a kick. Gu Fei unhurriedly took a step back, completely evading both attacks. He proceeded to lift up his left leg and kicked in the left guy’s face, after which he planned to swing his right leg, but he was amazed to find that the other guy had already rapidly retreated.

Gu Fei smiled bitterly. If this had taken place in reality, it was impossible for his “Paired Sparrow Attack” to hit only one person. However, he was in a game right now and his speed was entirely confined to the Mage’s physical stats that were below average. There was practically no way he could fully display this move, only enabling him to use half of its true power. Furthermore, his Strength stat was surprisingly low, as the guy to his left who had just been kicked was unexpectedly merely clutching his face in surprise. If this single kick had hit a head in reality, the person the head belonged to would be unconscious for at least four to five hours.

“As expected, he’s got skills.” The leader of the group’s expression changed, but he wasn’t too flustered. Gu Fei’s kick connected, but it was clear that the power behind it was limited. At once he shouted, “He’s just a Mage, there’s no need to be afraid.” After which he himself rushed in to enter the fray.

Gu Fei dodged around the three people. Although his weak physique was the cause for his current lack of Strength, a Mage’s Agility still managed to barely make do. At least right now, everyone was still a newborn player and had not been able to add stat points yet, thus the gap between classes was not too obvious. From time to time he would throw out a punch or a kick and relying on his rich battle experience, was able to hit the receiving party. Compared to the three other guys, the edge of his clothes were not even touched. The leader of the group grew more and more amazed, “this guy has far more than just skill; luckily he belonged to the Mage class– if he changed to a more strength focused class, the three of us would already have been beaten to the ground.”

Gu Fei felt that it was really a pity. Due to the countless restrictions in the game, he was greatly refrained from putting to use his many Kung Fu styles. From his point of view, even if he had chosen a close-combat class type, his Kung Fu would still have been unable to be used until after he had levelled up and distributed some stat points. On the other hand, even though he was a mage, if he levelled up and distributed his stat point to the Agility category, he would still have an opportunity to use Kung Fu! At the thought of this, he could not help being in higher spirits.

The surrounding three attackers saw that not only were they not affecting Gu Fei, but that the more they battled him, the more he seemed to be enjoying it. He was currently even showing a comfortable smile, causing them to feel more and more anxious.

As ordinary street hoodlums their skills were akin to a wood block chopper, and their mistakes were easily spotted by Gu Fei. He had unintentionally gotten himself entangled with these guys and seemed to have finally found an opportunity in which he could leave the encirclement, as he smilingly asked, “Still want to continue fighting?”

The three of them had received not a small amount of punches and kicks, and though the strength behind each hit was not large, the accumulation of them still did some damage. Above all, Gu Fei was repeatedly striking them on the same spots. At the moment, the left guy had a blackened left eye, the right guy had a blackened right eye and the leader in the middle felt blood gushing out of his nose. Afraid that talking would cause the blood to stream into his mouth, he lifted his head, and while wiping with his hand, yelled to the others, “We’re leaving!”

“Wait a minute!” Gu Fei commanded, “You’re just gonna leave without apologising after beating someone up?”

“Apologize?” The leader of the group laughed, “You can’t even beat me to death; why should I apologize?” This statement wasn’t false; Gu Fei had fought them for such a long time, yet was only able to give the three of them two black eyes and two nosebleeds. All of which could not be considered as big injuries either. As for death, it was even more impossible; a death within the game could only occur when a player’s health points were reduced to zero. Yet in the present situation, looking separately at each and every single person that was beaten up until their nose was bleeding and their face was swollen, their health points had not decreased even in the slightest. This was undeniably a bug in the game.

Gu Fei just faintly smiled and stooped over to pick up a piece of gravel before suddenly flicking it.

“Pa!” A sound came from the middle of the leader’s forehead.

The leader was furious, “You…”

“What would happen if this piece of gravel directly hit your eye?” Gu Fei spoke as he remained calm and unhurried in the face of pressure.

The leader was stunned; he originally thought that Gu Fei had thrown the piece of gravel randomly, but after listening to him speak, it seemed that he could actually accurately aim.

“In real life, your eyesight of course would not be affected, however right now in game, you would be reduced to that of a blind man… don’t forget, this is a virtual reality game,” Gu Fei said.

The leader was so scared that he took two steps back, but thinking it over once more, he convinced himself, “He’s just saying that he’ll hit my eye, but isn’t this threat a little bit ridiculous? How can anyone be so miraculously accurate!” He heaved a sigh of relief before loudly laughing, “Brat, who’re you trying to fool?”

Gu Fei didn’t respond. Instead, he extended his foot out, kicked a piece of gravel up, and grabbed it with his right hand, after which he made a throwing motion…

“Ahhh…” The leader let out a miserable shriek as he firmly pressed his hands on his right eye, and after collapsing, began to wail and roll incessantly. The aching pain of the now blinded eye was incomparable to that of a simple black eye.

“You still have one eye,” Gu Fei reminded the rolling figure on the ground. As he finished, his leg flicked and two pieces of gravel flew up as he whipped out his hand to hold them in his fists. His gaze swept toward the two people next to the leader, “This time, I’ve got two pieces of gravel in my hand.”

“S-s-Sorry!” The two people were scared witless by the screams of anguish their leader emitted, who was still writhing on the ground, and quickly stammered out words of apology.

“Leave!” Gu Fei waved his hand and the two hurriedly ran toward their leader, who was still covering his eye with his hands, and picked him up. Shaking with pain, the leader stammered out a sentence, “Go… quickly, help me leave!” The two of them were startled for a moment before they promptly stepped forward to help him leave. As for the person tasked with blocking the exit of the alleyway… he had already left a long time ago.

Hiding near the exit of the alleyway was a dumbstruck Ah Fa, who had seen the whole show. It wasn’t until after the thugs had run away and the scene turned serene again, that he dared to burst into the alleyway and gaze amazedly at Gu Fei, “Teacher, you really know Kung Fu?”

“Of course! Teacher has been practising Kung Fu since young.” Gu Fei’s words were exactly the same as those he used in school, even his tone and bearing had not changed.

Gu Fei really did know Kung Fu.

He was born in a Kung Fu family and had practiced it since childhood. Each family member had their own career and ways of dealing with the world, but within the family they had one combined goal: pass on the family’s traditional martial arts. In the end, however, words are nothing more than words; Gu Fei felt that besides himself and his father, right now there was no one else that had ever taken these words to heart.

His father’s generation had real skill, but as for his own generation, there wasn’t anyone he could even spar with. Not only that, but toward Gu Fei who had his heart set on practising martial arts, they were filled with scorn, “What era are we in right now? There are aeroplanes in the sky and the streets are filled with computers, but Kung Fu? Can Kung Fu feed you?”

Gu Fei wanted to prove it to them, but the result nevertheless incited even deeper scorn from them.

It was helpless to go against the facts. In this day and age, Kung Fu could indeed not feed him.

It would seem easy to use one’s Kung Fu skill to excel in the sporting world, compelling Gu Fei to try each sport one after another. However, he ran into an issue due to a lack of understanding the rules, which led to him frequently violating them. For example, in a soccer game, his foot would be lifted too high, and when in a basketball game, he would charge at people. At the same time, there were even sports in which Kung Fu was completely useless, such as chess. In other sports, he simply lacked the ability to play: for example, swimming, diving, and any other water related sports – he couldn’t swim.

Even when involving his Kung Fu as a sport, he unexpectedly also could not continue in it.

The Kung Fu that Gu Fei practised emphasised on tempering his body as well as wrestling techniques. Hence, he was not superior in the slightest in wushu events that were of the performance kind. To make matters worse, his father strictly prohibited him from participating in wrestling events that would truly make his personal strengths shine.

“We study martial arts to temper the body and break through its limits, not to pick fights!” His father had sincerely spoken.

“Isn’t breaking through the limits of the human body the same as striking down the opponent more efficiently?” He never understood his father’s reasoning on this subject.

“You are wrong. The best way to knock your opponent down is to use a gun!” His father had told him.

“A gun?”

A serious nod had been his father’s reply, “That’s right, a gun!”

“But…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when his father had begun to beat him up. A true Kung Fu family! If words couldn’t be spoken clearly, then fists and palms would make things clear. That year, his father’s body was still quite tough and robust, and his martial arts still better than his. Besides, he could not seriously fight his father, and thus, was badly beaten. That was precisely the day that Gu Fei went to Yulin for his job interview…

Eventually, after eliminating every sport possible, he went to great lengths to keep a certain connection to the sporting world, albeit as a gym teacher.

However, someone had seen how his father had beaten him up prior to his job interview, and after sharing the video that was taken of the scene, when Gu Fei tried to educate the children on matters regarding Kung Fu, he was labelled as shameless.

Kung Fu, was it really so hard for it to survive in today’s society? Gu Fei was incomparably grieved. Nowadays, he rarely attended family gatherings. In the past, the older generation would also believe that he should persist in upholding the Kung Fu tradition, setting a good example for the other family members and educating his peers. However, after seeing his peers each dressed in bright and neat clothing with good careers alongside with him who was in dire straits as a physical education teacher, the older generations began to hesitate. Besides his own father, no one believed that he had the brightest future.

Yet his father continued to greatly persist in his “Kung Fu is not for fighting ruthlessly” standpoint.

“I cannot allow you to use Kung Fu to injure others whatsoever!” His father resolutely stated.

“Not even on bad guys?” Gu Fei had asked.

“No!” His father was sure, “Bad guys will ultimately be punished by the police and the law!”

“Then, in the end, what’s the use of Kung Fu?” Gu Fei felt miserable. He hated himself for being unable to understand the meaning behind his father’s words. From start to end, he could only be at a loss as to what Kung Fu could do.

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