stjorthotic Chapter 116 The End of the Thunder God
Chapter 116 The End of the Thunder God
Zhao Lixin's face turned pale and then flushed, as if he had been dyed.
Ma Cong's question, "Is this the 'civilized exchange' you want?", pierced his heart like an awl.
He felt that everyone's eyes were focused on him, filled with mockery and contempt.
He wanted to argue back, to say something to save face, but found himself unable to utter a single word.
What did you say?
Is it true that Ma Cong lacked martial ethics, engaged in feudal superstition, and used sorcery to harm people?
Who would believe that?
Tens of thousands of spectators at the scene and tens of millions of viewers around the world watched the live stream.
With a gentle wave of his hand, Ma Cong sent Lei Lei flying.
The whole process was clean and efficient, even possessing an unbelievable aesthetic appeal.
If your martial arts association jumps out now and says this is fake, this is sorcery, isn't that tantamount to admitting that you are blind and that you can't even distinguish between truth and falsehood?
Then what is the point of your "expert observation group"?
Zhao Lixin felt as if a wad of cotton was stuck in his throat. He could only watch helplessly as the medical staff carried Lei Lei, who was foaming at the mouth and whose life was hanging in the balance, away on a stretcher, and watch Ma Cong receive cheers from the entire audience on the stage.
"Horse God! Horse God! Horse God!"
This time, there was no more noise.
Throughout the entire stadium, only this one name resounded like thunder, echoing through the heavens.
If defeating Titan was a way to establish authority...
To sweep the fields is to clean them up.
So today, sending Lei Lei flying with a single palm strike from a distance is what we call "becoming a god"!
Ma Cong crushed Lei Lei's cunning in a way that surpassed everyone's imagination, and also shattered the Martial Arts Association's conspiracy to muddy the waters.
He proved to everyone that in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or trickery is just a joke.
In the VIP section, Wang Benlei was flushed with excitement. He patted Sun Changqing's shoulder forcefully, shouting incoherently, "Did you see that! Old Sun! Did you see that! Amazing skill! That's fucking amazing skill! Where did that old man Chen find such a monster?!"
Sun Changqing was also filled with excitement. He looked at the tall, solitary figure standing on the stage, his eyes glistening with tears of emotion.
He knew that from this day forward, the future of Chinese martial arts was set.
The stagnant pool of Chinese martial arts has been completely revitalized!
……
The internet is already in an uproar.
"Striking a cow from a distance! I actually witnessed the legendary 'striking a cow from a distance'!"
"This is no longer within the realm of martial arts, is it? This is cultivation of immortality! Is Ma Shen actually a cultivator who came down from the mountain to experience life?"
"Stop talking nonsense, this is called 'External Release of Qi'! It's the mark of internal martial arts reaching its peak! I never thought I'd see the real thing in my lifetime!"
"Whatever this is, it's awesome! Lei Lei's doomsday has arrived! After fooling people for so many years, he's finally met his match!"
"The funniest thing was those guys from the Martial Arts Association, their faces turned green! Hahaha! Trying to steal the peach? They got slapped by Ma Shen and sent flying, peach and all!"
Lei Lei's Weibo account, as well as the official Weibo account of the Chinese Wushu Association, were simultaneously and completely overwhelmed by angry netizens.
"Liar! Come out here and give me my money back!"
"Give me back my registration fee! Give me back the money I spent on tea!"
"The Martial Arts Association is a den of snakes and rats! What's the difference between you and a fraudster like Lei Lei?"
"Disband the Martial Arts Association! Give me back my peaceful and just world!"
The torrent of public opinion instantly overwhelmed Lei Lei and the martial arts association behind him.
Lei Lei's "Tai Chi Master" persona completely collapsed and vanished at this moment.
His name, and his famous saying "Skills too high should not be used," will forever be nailed to the pillar of historical shame.
This was his end.
……
Beijing, the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association.
Li Jianguo stared at the live replay on the screen with a somber expression.
The image freezes on the moment Ma Cong opens the door from a distance.
"Snapped!"
He crushed the purple clay teacup in his hand into pieces. The scalding tea mixed with the porcelain shards, cutting his palm and causing blood to drip from between his fingers onto the mahogany table.
But he seemed oblivious to the pain, his eyes fixed intently on Ma Cong on the screen.
"罡气...released outwards..."
He squeezed out those words through clenched teeth, his voice filled with shock, jealousy, and a deep sense of fear.
He himself was a martial arts expert. Although he was more skilled in strategy, his martial arts skills were also extraordinary, having already reached the level of "transformation of internal energy".
He knew better than anyone what Ma Cong's move just now meant.
Above the level of Hua Jin (化劲) is Dan Jin (丹劲). When Dan Jin is mastered, one's Qi and blood are condensed like mercury, and every movement possesses immense power.
Above Dan Jin is the legendary Gang Jin!
Gang Jin, also known as "Shen Da", uses the spirit to control Qi and transforms Qi into form. Gang Jin leaves the body and kills people invisibly!
This is the ultimate realm that countless martial artists dream of, yet it only exists in boxing manuals and legends!
For hundreds of years, no one has ever been known to have truly mastered it!
But now, a boy who is only nineteen years old has actually done it!
Li Jianguo felt that his worldview had been completely overturned at this moment.
He originally thought that Ma Cong was just a sharper knife, and that as long as he handled it properly, he could always control it.
But now he realizes that he was wrong, terribly wrong.
What kind of knife is this?
This is a god walking among humans!
A god he couldn't control at all, a god who could crush him at any moment!
"President... what... what do we do now?" Zhao Lixin called from the gymnasium, his voice filled with fear and helplessness.
Li Jianguo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Fear solves nothing.
Li Jianguo has risen to his current position not through force, but through intellect.
"What's the panic!" he said coldly into the phone. "The more he acts like a god, the more vigilant he'll be from above."
"Do you think the authorities would allow an uncontrolled individual with superhuman powers to remain 'free' indefinitely?"
Zhao Lixin was taken aback for a moment, then understood what Li Jianguo meant.
"Does the chairman mean... to use someone else to do the dirty work?"
"This isn't about using someone else to do your dirty work," Li Jianguo's voice turned cold. "This is about eliminating a scourge for the country. The Wushu Association must stand on the side of the nation and its people to 'persuade' and 'guide' this young man who has gone astray. If he remains obstinate, then we can only express our regret."
"I understand, President!"
After hanging up the phone, Li Jianguo looked at his bleeding palm, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.
"Ma Cong... I don't care if you're human or ghost, immortal or demon."
In this country, dragons must coil up, and tigers must lie low.
"You want to fly? I'll see if you can escape my net!"
……
On the arena.
Amid cheers from the crowd, Ma Cong calmly announced the next goal.
"Ding Hao".
"You're next."
"I know you're different from them. You've worked hard and shed blood and sweat."
"So, I'll give you seven days to prepare."
"Seven days from now, still here. I'll be waiting for you to fight a real battle to vindicate your Wing Chun, and for yourself."
After speaking, he put down the microphone, turned around, and walked off the stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
His silhouette, illuminated by the spotlight, stretched out very long.