Word Martial Artist

While everyone else was studying AI models and tactical templates,

Chen Yibi, a forty-two-year-old night-shift security guard at a Word-Fu martial arts school, was wiping down his thermos.

He didn’t understand neural networks or know how to code,

and he could barely use a smartphone.

But when the arrogant national champion stood before him, flaunting his strength,

he simply said something any person could understand.

Three seconds later, the champion was on the ground.

The whole world went crazy.

They searched every database,

but couldn’t find the source of that prompt.

Until someone dug up a faded photo of an arcade from twenty years ago.

In the photo, a young man stood with one hand in his pocket, a long line of challengers waiting behind him.

His features were exactly the same as those of the old geezer in front of them...