Chapter 37: The Eight Extremes of Martial Arts Settle the Universe

At this moment, Su Ye finally understood the identity arrangement the system had crafted for Terry. First of all, he was Geese Bogard’s son, not his adopted child. Eighteen years ago, on a stormy night, probably around the time Su Ye’s mother gave birth to him, some lecherous man surnamed Su met an American girl. Then, without shame or restraint, they ended up having Terry.

However, due to certain circumstances, Terry had always lived with Geese in the United States and hadn’t acknowledged Old Su as his father. Or perhaps he had, but Su Ye didn’t know. In any case, life had gone on quietly like this until Geese Bogard was killed by Geese Howard.

Geese Howard was a complete scoundrel—he would stop at nothing for the sake of stealing a secret manual, not even sparing his own junior sister! And Old Su was even worse, cheating behind his wife’s back—a total scumbag! Hmph!

But looking at it this way, Su Ye thought perhaps his own future filled with girlfriends wasn’t entirely his fault. Like father, like son, after all. The root of the problem lay with Old Su. A disgrace to his age! Hmph! It’s all your fault, you’ve led me astray. I was such a pure and kind child! It’s because I have such an unreliable father that I ended up with such an unreliable system and became a reliable scoundrel myself.

What a sin.

Well, that was just a joke. To arrange a brotherly connection between Su Ye and Terry, the system had really gone to great lengths. Old Su was just an unwitting scapegoat in this whole affair—whether or not he actually did anything, he’d ended up with all the trouble anyway.

Never mind, just to comfort Old Su, Su Ye decided to accept this little brother.

“Terry,” Su Ye said, casting a glare at Dong Jang, whose hand was still hovering near his belt, as if he hadn’t given up on launching another round of mockery.

Dong Jang sheepishly let go, while Terry tensed up, “Brother!”

“Uh, no need to be so nervous,” Su Ye said, “I already told you, you’re my father’s godson, so that makes you my own little brother. There’s no need to be so formal between us.”

Hearing this, the wariness on Terry’s face melted away as he perfectly slipped into the role of a younger brother.

“Alright, Brother Ye!”

“Just ‘Brother’ is fine!” Su Ye thought wryly to himself. Strictly speaking, ‘Brother Ye’ worked too, whichever way you looked at it, but it still felt awkward.

Clearing his throat, Su Ye asked, “So, what skills… cough, I mean, what kind of martial arts or techniques do you know?”

“I know Bajiquan! I learned it from my mother!” Terry replied, unconsciously clenching his fists, as if he were about to demonstrate a Power Wave right there.

Su Ye hurried to stop him. The flooring in the dojo wasn’t like the indestructible rings in the games or in “King of Fighters: Destiny,” where no matter how hard you hit, there wouldn’t be a crack. If Terry broke it, he’d have to pay to fix it.

Geese Bogard, like Geese Howard, had been a disciple of Master Tang Fulu, a Bajiquan master. So it was natural that her son would know Bajiquan as well. However, Terry was still young, and Geese might not have had the time to teach him everything.

On the other hand, Master Tang, Hanzo Hattori’s old friend, was Geese Bogard’s and Geese Howard’s teacher—Tang Fulu himself.

Previously, when Tang Fulu had “refreshed” together with Hattori’s dojo, Su Ye hadn’t really understood the system’s intention. He’d thought Tang was just a background NPC, the kind you couldn’t actually learn anything from even if you paid him a visit.

But now it seemed Tang Fulu’s appearance was specifically for Terry’s sake. After all, Terry was the main character in “Fatal Fury,” and it was only after learning Bajiquan from Tang Fulu that his character arc became complete.

Now that Terry was his brother, would Su Ye, like Andy, just be a supporting background character in their story?

Su Ye felt he could strive for more—maybe even become the protagonist himself. After all, both Mai Shiranui and Terry were drawn by his own hand of fate; there was no reason for him to remain a mere shadow.

With that in mind, Su Ye turned to Terry, “Speaking of Bajiquan, have you ever heard the name Tang Fulu?”

Terry looked up, his eyes shining. “That’s my mother’s teacher—my grandmaster!”

According to the plot, Geese, before her death, was supposed to instruct Terry to seek out Tang Fulu. But here, he had found Old Su first.

Still, since Terry knew, things would be easy.

“Come, I’ll take you to meet your grandmaster!”

Without further ado, Su Ye left Dong Jang to mind the dojo, and took Mai Shiranui and Terry directly to the Bajiquan dojo in Chinatown.

Dong Jang’s hand crept to his belt again. Don’t leave me here to watch the place all alone, you bastards. Taste my taunt! But unfortunately, no one paid him any mind.

At the Bajiquan dojo, Su Ye saw Tang Fulu for the first time—a kindly old man in a traditional Chinese suit, bald but with a neatly trimmed beard, somewhat reminiscent of Master Roshi, exuding a gentle and benevolent aura.

After listening to Su Ye’s introduction and Terry’s story, Tang Fulu’s brows furrowed deeply. He hadn’t expected that passing down the Bajiquan secret manual, “The Secret Transmission of Qin,” to Geese would bring her such disaster. Nor had he thought Geese Howard would betray the bonds of their shared apprenticeship.

Sadly, he himself was old now, too frail to personally set things right.

To atone for his mistake, Tang Fulu decided to take Terry in, to teach him Bajiquan, help him seek vengeance, and restore honor to the Bajiquan school.

As for Su Ye…

“Grandpa Tang, Terry is my brother. Avenge Aunt Geese is my duty too!”

At first, Tang Fulu hadn’t intended to take Su Ye as a disciple. After all, Su Ye was Hanzo Hattori’s protégé, trained in bone techniques and ninjutsu—a style fundamentally different from the direct, powerful Bajiquan.

However, after witnessing Su Ye’s extraordinary physique—his strength and reflexes far beyond ordinary people—Tang Fulu changed his mind. Such a promising student couldn’t be left to that old fox Hanzo Hattori alone. This boy was born for Bajiquan, and more importantly, he was a true native son.

No matter how you looked at it, it would be wrong not to teach him.

“Very well, both of you shall learn together!”

Tang Fulu relented, and Su Ye officially became his disciple alongside Terry.

Su Ye’s life became busy once more: school by day, martial arts training at the dojo after class, and disciplining Gwen at night.

Half a month flew by, and Su Ye achieved two new milestones.

Martial Arts Achievement: Bajiquan—Achieved!

Not only had he mastered the powerful forms, but even the energy wave and fountain techniques were now within his grasp.

Now, Su Ye could put on Terry’s clothes and cosplay him on the KOF stage without a single flaw in technique or style.

Life Achievement: Gwen Kneels and Sings “Conquered”—Achieved!

Bajiquan, with its fierce, explosive style, made a man truly strong and vigorous, and that forcefulness manifested in every aspect, from the ground up.

Ever since Su Ye mastered Bajiquan, Gwen had become a whimpering little creature, whose tears and pleas only seemed to increase the more she begged for mercy—a deluge even greater than that tamed by Yu the Great.

After begging for mercy, an audacious thought crept into Gwen’s mind.

She wanted to become more deeply involved in Dr. Connors’ research project—perhaps even study animal genes that could enhance endurance. Otherwise, at this rate, she felt she wouldn’t be able to bear it much longer; she might even be utterly broken…