darknovel Chapter 14 Those who practice martial arts should uphold justice and right injustices in the world.
Chapter 14 Those who practice martial arts should uphold justice and right injustices in the world.
The chubby young anchor on the rooftop froze, his excited expression gone.
He stared at the maddened bread truck on his phone screen, and his face turned deathly pale.
This is going to kill someone!
In the live broadcast room, the millions of viewers who were just cheering for the vindication of Chinese martial arts were also terrified by this sudden turn of events.
The screen was almost entirely filled with "Holy crap" and "Run!" comments.
Inside a traditional-style martial arts school, an elderly man in a white training uniform and Tang suit is facing a tablet computer. He is Huang Tianxiang.
When he saw the bread truck go out of control and crash into the crowd, the purple clay teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered.
"Something terrible is about to happen!"
Huang Tianxiang exclaimed in surprise.
"This will be on the evening news!"
In the center of the battlefield, Ma Cong had just exhaled a breath of stale air, his violently heaving chest still not calmed down.
The ear-piercing roar of the engine made him turn his head sharply.
A dilapidated bread truck is rushing towards us at a crazy speed that doesn't match its capabilities.
In the driver's seat, the blond-haired man's face, contorted with pain and hatred, was clearly visible.
That guy had gone mad. He didn't care about his underlings who hadn't gone far ahead of the car, nor about the innocent passersby further away.
He only wanted to run over Ma Cong.
"boom!"
The bread truck crashed into a thug who was still standing there in a daze.
The steel pipe in the man's hand bent instantly, and he was sent flying more than three meters into the air, tracing an arc before crashing heavily to the ground. His body twitched a few times and then fell silent.
Life or death is uncertain.
This bloody scene became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Run! He's gone mad, he's gone mad!"
The remaining thugs completely broke down, dropped their weapons, and fled in all directions in a panic.
The scene was too chaotic. Dozens of people were crammed together, pushing and shoving each other, making it impossible to run fast. Instead, they were stuck in a traffic jam.
Desperate cries filled the air.
The bread truck ran over the body without slowing down and continued rushing towards the most densely populated area.
At the school gate, Zhou Xing and Zhang Li, two girls, covered their mouths and let out heart-wrenching screams.
"Ma Cong!"
With Ma Cong's reaction speed and explosive power, dodging this car would be a piece of cake.
He only needs to move a few steps to the side to escape danger.
But behind him was a chaotic crowd that couldn't disperse.
Further away were Zhou Xing and Zhang Li, who stood frozen in fear, along with countless students watching.
If he dodges, this out-of-control metal monster will crash into the crowd behind it like a bowling ball.
The consequences could be disastrous.
In that instant, the slovenly master's words resounded in his mind.
"Those who practice martial arts should uphold justice and right wrongs in the world!"
The blond guy went crazy because of himself.
This whole thing started because of him.
He cannot hide.
At that moment, he made a decision that even he himself found crazy.
He was going to stop the car.
With flesh and blood.
This was a life-or-death decision, and he had no confidence whatsoever.
"Get the hell out of here!"
Ma Cong let out a deafening roar, his voice carrying the fierce power of Bajiquan, so powerful that it hurt the eardrums of those around him, and actually made the crowded people subconsciously part to the sides.
It's now!
He suddenly bent his legs, his knees almost touching the ground, his whole body like a fully drawn bow.
"Snap!"
The concrete ground beneath their feet could no longer withstand the terrifying force and exploded, sending rubble flying everywhere!
The next second, Ma Cong's figure shot out like a cannonball, skimming the ground.
The person was half a meter off the ground, assuming a standard Bajiquan stance.
"snort!"
He stopped shouting, his blood and qi circulated wildly, and his bones and muscles crackled and popped.
The sound pierced through the roar of the engine and clearly reached the ears of everyone in the live broadcast room.
It sounded like tigers and leopards roaring!
He left a trail of afterimages in the air, advancing instead of retreating, charging head-on towards the bread truck traveling at at least 60 kilometers per hour!
Inside the martial arts school.
Huang Tianxiang gripped the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He was trembling all over, not from fear, but from extreme excitement.
"Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound... Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound of Internal Martial Arts!"
"This is a grandmaster who has reached the peak of Ming Jin (a martial arts technique), unleashing a full-force attack by burning his life's energy!"
"I, Huang Tianxiang, have practiced martial arts for sixty years. How fortunate I am to witness this scene with my own eyes!"
At the school gate, Zhou Xing's face was ashen as she looked at the boy who had drawn a resolute trajectory in the air.
Her heart was in turmoil.
Ma Cong was suspended in mid-air, and the world was quieter than ever before.
The roar of engines, the screams of the crowd—everything vanished.
He seemed to have entered a mysterious realm.
The profound meaning of Bajiquan, and the cold words on those boxing manuals, all came alive at this moment.
The penetrating power of a cannon that reaches the sky, the fierce strength of a tiger climbing a mountain, and the gentle grace of an elbow cradling an infant.
All the essence is integrated at this moment.
boom!
Centered on his landing point, the hard road surface instantly exploded, and terrifying spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.
Rock fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.
The scene was completely silent.
Everyone was frozen in place, like ducks with their necks being choked. Whether they were fleeing thugs or students and passersby in the distance, they all stood still.
In the live stream, the screens of millions of viewers were covered with a dense barrage of "Holy crap" and question marks.
【? ? ? ? ? ? 】
[Is this some kind of special effects? This is definitely special effects!]
I suspect I'm not fully awake. Who's going to slap me? Is it even possible for a human to do that?
This is no longer within the realm of martial arts; this is fantasy!
Wushu Association.
Huang Tianxiang stared intently at the tablet, his cloudy old eyes wide open. He saw the shattered road surface, and his chapped lips trembled.
"Ming Jin... This is the power of a Ming Jin martial artist to break gold and shatter jade..."
"The rumors were true, they were indeed true!"
He had seen other Ming Jin martial artists, but they all kept their skills hidden, treating them as their private property. At most, they would practice on wooden dummy drills. He had never seen anyone like Ma Cong, who so openly displayed the destructive power of Chinese martial arts to millions of people.
Especially the extremely powerful and fierce Bajiquan, whose destructive power is beyond imagination.
In the center of the battlefield, Ma Cong landed with a solemn expression.
He slowly lowered his legs, assuming a more stable horse stance, as if his whole body had taken root in the ground.
A long, ancient melody rang out from his mouth. The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears and was also transmitted throughout the live broadcast room via mobile phone.
"Sink your Qi to the Dantian, prepare your body like five bows, unify your internal and external forces, and unleash your power from the four extremities..."
This is the method of circulating Qi in Bajiquan.
These tips and tricks can be easily found online; they're not secrets.
But when Ma Cong personally demonstrated and recited it, it carried a power that struck straight to people's hearts.
It was as if an ancient master was opening a platform to teach, imparting knowledge and resolving doubts.