Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

The mountains and rivers were shattered, the storm was fierce.

Only after experiencing gunfire and raining bullets firsthand did Su Jie have a realization, completely different from the state of mind during regular training.

In this era, the sole purpose and intention of practicing martial arts was to land a punch so powerful that it could kill an enemy and declare victory across the land!

Amidst the gunfire and raining bullets, Su Jie, like the other students, charged towards the enemy.

The students of Su Jie's batch, even the ones with the lowest vitality at 1.3, were all super soldiers. Although many were hit by bullets and fell, they did not lose their lives.

Unless they were unlucky enough to be hit in vulnerable areas like the eyes, nose, or open mouth.

A being with vitality above 1 was like a little superman, bullets would get stuck in their muscles and not penetrate their organs.

Thus, as long as they weren't hit in a vital spot, they'd be in pain but not fatally wounded.

However, some people panicked, running and ducking for cover.

After all, this was their first experience on a real battlefield!

And this storm of bullets was as real as it got!

Those who were hit in vital areas indeed fell into pools of blood!

Could they be revived?

Anxiety spread among all the students.

What if they couldn't be revived?

Su Jie didn't care about these things. He just charged into the enemy's trenches, with each punch and kick taking down an enemy, shattering them into pieces.

Torn limbs and scattered organs emitted a stench of blood.

But Su Jie seemed to have hypnotized himself into truly becoming a part of this era, aiming to use his strength to protect his country and defeat the enemies.

Zhang Manman followed closely behind, weaving through the rain of bullets. Although she was hit a few times, she protected her vital areas, and the pain even stimulated the animalistic instinct inside her.

Charging into a group of enemies like a tiger into a flock of sheep, she clawed with both hands, tearing off the arms of two enemies.

Once they breached the crowd of enemies, the foes had to stop pulling the triggers and switch to bayonets instead.

Because firing among their own would likely cause friendly fire.

This was a grave taboo.

In real warfare, unless one was driven to madness and lost all reason, they wouldn't recklessly shoot when enemies penetrated their camp as they do in movies.

As some students charged, the enemies' formation was disrupted, forcing them to divide forces to fend off these sudden "super soldiers."

The more they fought, the more terrified the enemies became, even thinking these oddly dressed individuals were gods of this land!

Especially Su Jie, who, in the midst of slaughter, with bright eyes and stomping feet sounded like thunder, moved his fists like a mighty rooster, each punch pecking swiftly.

With each peck, a bug was swallowed.

They were the bugs.

Many enemies, upon running up to Su Jie, were so frightened that they wet themselves, even kneeling down in terror.

But Su Jie didn't spare them for this.

Even immobile bugs are still bugs.

From his initial timidity to now adapting, it took only about three minutes, and he even felt as if he had truly returned to this turbulent era.

Looking at the warriors strewn across the battlefield, his fighting spirit was genuinely ignited, fully resonating with the ruthless history he had learned in junior and senior high school.

To protect this sacred land!

Death would be an honor!

Realizing this, Su Jie's punches seemed divine, his spirit as if merged with this illusory realm, entering a state neither alive nor dead.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

In Su Jie's spiritual realm, it seemed as if a rooster crowed towards the heavens, followed by the rise of a brilliant sun, bringing new hope.

In the outside world, Su Jie's punches were like dragons, grounded by the Eight Extremes Thunder Pile technique. His fists moved like thunderbolts, constantly swinging, and his feet never stopped charging.

Like a frenzied rooster charging through armies, full of vigor and menace.

Enemies in front of him were no match at all!

And the warriors defending their country, realizing a "God descended," ceased firing at close range, grabbed their broadswords, and charged towards the enemies.

Victory in battle was a foregone conclusion!

Secretly, Zhao Xinglong's eyes shone with excitement upon witnessing Su Jie's state, moving like a frenzied rooster as if truly blending with the historical essence of this illusory realm.

"What talent!"

Of course, what surprised Zhao Xinglong the most was that Su Jie's mental state seemed to have fallen into the Embryonic Breathing Realm, his physical body absorbing the false Spiritual Energy of the Taixu Illusory Realm, continually enhancing himself.

Embryonic Breathing!

He entered the Embryonic Breathing Realm?!

Zhao Xinglong was unsettled, and upon careful examination, he found some differences from true Embryonic Breathing. It wasn't actual entry, but rather a semblance.

Even so, Zhao Xinglong was unsettled.

He knew that Su Jie had no talents in deep sleep, perhaps because he hadn't found a suitable method, or because his thought process was relatively active.

Yet even so, his daily spirit was not inferior to those who entered deep sleep.

Moreover, whether one can enter deep sleep is not critical today, especially since the existence of the Taixu Illusory Realm allows most people to bypass the time needed for deep sleep.

Especially since entering the Primordial Star with the mind already equates to a relatively low-level deep sleep.

Therefore, Zhao Xinglong was not concerned about Su Jie's inability to enter deep sleep, as Su Jie himself was likely a special case.

But skipping the deep sleep phase is one thing, you directly skipped the phase of entering meditation and moved into a semblance of Embryonic Breathing, isn't that too monstrous?

Wang Chao, Li Hansha...

For some reason, he saw the shadows of these two vice principals in Su Jie.

Could it be, besides the vice principals, the first person in the world to break through to the Embryonic Breathing Primordial Respiration realm was this Li Hansha?!

Two hours later, everything had settled.

The enemy, defeated and captured.

Su Jie and the others were surrounded by warriors, venting their curiosity and gratitude, but—

The history class had ended.

Zhao Xinglong led everyone out of that illusory realm. The dead students were revived, and hurt parts healed as if everything had indeed been an illusion.

But everyone knew that when reality reached a certain degree, it would no longer be an illusion.

Su Jie felt his own body and found that in addition to his boxing intent gaining a bit of the spirit of "a rooster's crow brings light to the world," his vitality had also increased by 0.1, reaching a level of 1.7.

"Experiencing history firsthand, how was it?" Zhao Xinglong's eyes sparkled, hoping the students would articulate their insights and share them together.

Knowledge imprinted will not vanish, only doubling, and due to the differences in learners, it would lead to varied interpretations, colliding and sparking even more dazzling inspirations.

The same can be said for insights.

"I once learned Hung Kuen." A student raised their hand first. "At that time, the coach told me, to strike with power, one must be ruthless, imagining that if I lost, I would be bullied, my parents, my future wife and children, would all be oppressed. With this hatred, the punch becomes more severe."

"I didn't understand it before, as this martial art was meant to strengthen the country and fight against foreign enemies, but it evolved to a point where one needs to rely on personal vendetta to make quick progress and strike powerfully."

"Now I get it a bit—"

"Before today, our generation had never really experienced that period of history; even with imagination, we could not truly understand that sentiment, hence we couldn't use that emotion to practice boxing."

Zhao Xinglong nodded slowly: "Hmm, very good. Shallow is the understanding from mere words alone, it is exactly so. For most people, without having truly experienced it, even if they understand the concept, they cannot truly grasp it. Fin-d the so#ur@c%e of th&is% ch^ap.t@e*r at M&|&V|L$-$E@MPY-R%.%

However, for masters of the mind, through the words and strokes described on paper, they can feel the emotions with which the author wrote, and even trace back to understand every aspect of that era."

Despite saying so, it was clear that among the students present, probably only Su Jie had truly immersed in the history.

The others were suddenly thrust in, fought against the enemy to survive, and it was only during the final moments in the illusory realm, during that group of warriors' charge, that they felt a bit of the spirit of defending their country.

Thus, although this student could appreciate the evolution of the martial art, to truly integrate the martial art into their spirit would require considerable time.

Su Jie also had a sudden realization, contrasting the modern era with the historical illusion he had just experienced, so vividly different.

Martial arts, too, had evolved differently between the two eras.

The way changes with the times.

Martial arts should indeed be so.

A student from Japan, Chen Tian Yuzi said, "My country's acts of aggression were no different from a demon's, but fundamentally, it is because our land is situated at the junction of the Eurasian and Pacific Plates, where tectonic movements are active."

"In such an environment, our instinct is to seek a stable piece of land to live on—"

"Based on this mindset, that side's logic does not give birth to the concept of 'fighting the heavens is endless fun; fighting others is endless fun,' the belief that human will can surpass the heavens."

"Hence, over there, all positions are hereditary; the children of bureaucrats become bureaucrats, the children of wage slaves become wage slaves, with the classes completely solidified."

"Complex, harmonious, yet twisted."

Chen Tian Yuzi lived in Japan until she was six years old, then moved to Jiangnan City with her parents.

Mature beyond her years and eager to learn, she could clearly see the differences between the two places.

She was grateful that her parents had brought her here, otherwise at her age, she would likely have become a housewife, just like her friends from when she was six.

Zhao Xinglong simply nodded in response.

Subsequently, the students spoke one after another, sharing their feelings and explaining their views on history.

Some agreed, some were puzzled, some countered.

In any case, it was all in good spirit.

Finally, Zhao Xinglong looked at Su Jie, "Su Jie, as the class president, what are your insights?"

"Remember history, never forget the original intention."