boyutpedia Chapter 13 He is that young martial arts master!
Chapter 13 He is that young martial arts master!
The spectators around him, the students inside the school gate, and the thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room all clearly heard him reciting the boxing incantation.
The chat in the live stream paused for a moment, then refreshed at an even more frantic pace.
"Holy crap, I checked online! This is the authentic Bajiquan manual!"
"Headbutt, shoulderbutt, elbowbutt, handbutt..." Exactly the same! Not a single word is different!
"I used to think the saying 'Ten years of Tai Chi without leaving home, one year of Bajiquan to kill someone' was just bragging, but today I believe it, I really believe it!"
"This is true martial arts! This is a deadly technique!"
"That's incredible! Who is this guy?!"
In the live stream, tens of thousands of viewers witnessed this unbelievable scene through the chubby streamer's phone camera.
A shirtless teenager, surrounded by hundreds of thugs, recited ancient boxing techniques in a booming voice while beating adults wielding weapons, breaking bones and causing them to fall to the ground.
This scene is more impactful than any kung fu movie.
After a brief pause, the barrage of comments erupted in a burst.
"Holy crap! That voice, that punching style... I remember now! Isn't he that young martial arts student who challenged other practitioners on Douyin a couple of days ago?!"
"Yes, yes, yes! It's him! The guy who said, 'Traditional martial arts don't lie; those who lie are just con artists!'"
"Holy crap! It really is him! No wonder he looked so familiar!"
"Damn, I always thought his challenge video was scripted, that he was acting! Now it seems it's totally real!"
"Act? Your acting can be so bad it makes a steel pipe look like a V? Your acting can crack a concrete floor with a single stomp? Your production budget must be overflowing!"
"I apologize. I criticized him before, calling him a fraud. Now I just want to kneel down and sing 'Conquer' to this big shot!"
Ma Cong's identity was recognized, instantly igniting the entire live stream.
Countless netizens who had seen his challenge video but were skeptical were now completely dumbfounded.
It turns out, they used real kung fu from beginning to end!
New viewers who hadn't seen the videos before flocked to search for the "Young Martial Arts Players Challenge the Martial Arts School" video after being introduced to it by veteran viewers.
After a while, the chubby streamer's popularity skyrocketed.
Two hundred thousand... five hundred thousand... eight hundred thousand...
In just a few minutes, the number of viewers in the live stream exceeded one million and was still growing at an alarming rate, directly topping the trending search list on the Douyin platform!
"So, why are all the martial arts masters these days frauds? And the ones who can actually fight are just some unknown high school student?"
A comment floated by, voicing the question on everyone's mind.
"Yeah, those masters get knocked out with a single punch in the ring, but this kid can take on a hundred of them all by himself. The difference is just too big!"
"It's chilling to think about. Is it possible that all true martial arts are like him, only killing and not performing, which is why they've been buried by those flashy but ineffective techniques?"
The discussion in the live stream was unprecedented.
Ma Cong, who was at the center of the storm, was completely unaware of this.
He was currently immersed in a profound and mysterious state of enlightenment.
The various moves, power generation techniques, and changes in force of Bajiquan flowed through his mind, perfectly matching his body movements.
His punches and kicks were no longer just techniques, but an instinct.
A powerful "ground-to-ground cannon" strike, originating from the heart and originating from the ground, with spiraling force penetrating the arm, slammed into a thug's chin.
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out as the man's entire jawbone was shattered and sent flying, spinning through the air.
With a move called "Tiger Climbing the Mountain," he lowered his body, like a tiger descending a mountain, and lunged forward close to the ground, thrusting out with both palms, striking the two thugs squarely in the abdomen.
The two were struck as if by a battering ram, their bodies folding and flying backward. Upon landing, they curled up like shrimp, unable to even utter a scream.
He deliberately controlled his strength, not going for the kill, but the power of a mastered Ming Jin, even a casual strike, was something these ordinary people could not withstand.
His punches are as destructive as a full-force blow from a world heavyweight boxing champion.
Every punch thrown represents the loss of a combatant.
The battle has lasted only ten minutes from the start.
More than thirty thugs were lying on the ground, their cries of pain echoing across the area, their blood staining a large patch of ground red.
The remaining seventy or eighty people, though still surrounding the area, no longer dared to charge forward.
Looking at the blood-soaked yet increasingly courageous young man, they felt as if they were facing not a human, but a ferocious beast that had emerged from the ancient wilderness.
Fear has completely taken over their hearts.
The second-in-command, with his dyed yellow hair, was now deathly pale, his legs trembling like a leaf.
He was filled with deep regret.
If I had known this student was such a monster, he wouldn't have dared to come even if it were 500,000, let alone 500,000!
This isn't a place to make money, it's a place to die!
"Run! Run!"
Someone shouted first, and the remaining thugs snapped out of their daze, scattering like birds and beasts, crying and screaming as they fled in all directions.
Ma Cong did not pursue.
He slowly withdrew his fist, exhaling a long breath of white air tinged with the smell of blood, his chest heaving violently.
Fighting against a hundred men would also take a huge toll on him.
Just then, a fleeing thug, in his panic, bumped headfirst into the blond-haired man.
The blond-haired man's legs were already weak, and when he was hit like that, he lost his balance and fell backward with a scream.
"Snap!"
He braced himself with his arm as he fell, making a sharp crack, and his left arm twisted at an odd angle.
It's a fracture!
Intense pain instantly swept through his nerves.
"ah--!"
Yellow Hair clutched his severed arm and let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.
The pain and immense fear completely destroyed his last shred of sanity.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the demon-like boy in the arena.
"Fuck you! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the excruciating pain of his severed arm, and charged like a mad tiger toward a dilapidated bread truck parked by the roadside.
That was the car he usually used to show off when he took his underlings out to fight.
"Buzz—Buzz—"
The bread truck was started, and the engine roared hoarsely.
Huang Mao slammed his foot on the gas pedal, a crazed and twisted smile on his face. He turned the steering wheel and aimed it at Ma Cong in the center of the battlefield.
He's going to run him over with his car!
"boom--!"
The bread truck, like a wild beast out of control, screeched as its tires rubbed against the ground, recklessly charging toward the most crowded area.
This location not only had Ma Cong, who had just stopped fighting, but also a large number of thugs who hadn't had time to run far away, as well as students and passersby watching from a distance!
That collision would definitely result in heavy casualties!
"Get out of the way!"
"He's gone mad! He's gone mad!"
At the school gate, Zhou Xing and Zhang Li were terrified, their faces pale, and they let out heart-wrenching screams.
Passersby watching from a distance also erupted in screams of terror, and the scene instantly descended into extreme chaos and panic.