PDLP Chapter 12 A Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain
Chapter 12 A Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain
The chubby streamer, sweating profusely as he watched the comments, yelled into his phone, "What movie special effects! This is real! It happened right in front of our Jincheng No. 16 Middle School! Look, those guys are holding real weapons!"
He zoomed in, focusing the camera on the steel pipes and machetes scattered on the ground.
"Holy crap, it seems real?"
"Jincheng No. 16 Middle School? That's where I graduated! Is this a real fight?"
As the streamer explained, coupled with the realistic sense of violence in the footage, the number of viewers in the live stream began to climb rapidly.
One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.
In less than a minute, the number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 1,000 and was still growing rapidly.
"What's going on with the streamer? Tell me in detail!"
"Over a hundred people beating one student? That student is in such a terrible situation! Call the police!"
"Exactly! What kind of skill is it to bully students!"
"I don't believe you! Unless you zoom in and show me!"
"Yes! Zoom in! We want to see it in HD!"
Seeing the screen filled with worried comments and calls to call the police, the chubby streamer wore a strange yet excited expression.
He cleared his throat and shouted into the microphone in a voice that was almost a roar:
"Brothers! You've got it wrong! It's not a hundred or so people beating up one student!"
"It was a student beating up over a hundred thugs!"
"Look! He took down all those dozen or so people lying on the ground by himself!"
The moment these words were spoken, the live stream chat exploded.
"???"
"Host, are you drinking fake alcohol? You think you can take on a hundred people by yourself?"
"So bragging doesn't cost anything, huh?"
The chubby streamer blushed with excitement as he watched the rapidly scrolling comments on the screen.
He knew the traffic was coming!
"Don't worry, guys! This spot is too low. I'll find a higher place to give you all a live stream!"
The chubby boy turned his head and set his sights on the old, walk-up apartment building next door.
"Brothers, wait for me! A war correspondent is looking for the best sniping position!"
He yelled into his phone, and his obese body burst forth with astonishing agility as he dashed into the dark stairwell.
The hallway was covered in dust and smelled musty.
Without taking a breath, he rushed straight up to the fifth floor.
The iron gate leading to the rooftop was ajar, with a lock that had long since rusted and broken hanging on it.
"Heaven is helping me!"
The chubby boy was overjoyed, pushed open the door, and rushed onto the rooftop.
The terrain here is absolutely amazing.
The terrain of Jincheng is naturally undulating, and the rooftop of this building on the fifth floor is almost at the same level as the square in front of the school across the street, offering a wide and unobstructed view.
He propped his phone up on the concrete railing of the rooftop, the lens steadily aimed at the center of the battlefield.
The live stream chat instantly erupted in excitement.
Now everyone can see it clearly.
A large group of over a hundred people, wielding gleaming steel pipes and machetes, surrounded a shirtless boy.
"Holy crap! Call the police! Call the police right now! This could kill someone!"
"Hey streamer, stop focusing on the livestream and call 110!"
"This student is so pitiful. He was surrounded and beaten by so many people. He'll be crippled even if he doesn't die."
The comments section was filled with words of concern and urging people to call the police.
But soon, someone noticed that something was wrong.
"Wait...look closely, it doesn't seem like...it wasn't that student who got beaten up?"
"Holy crap? How come there's a whole bunch of those thugs lying on the ground?"
"Am I seeing things? That student punched a guy with a steel pipe and sent him flying! He flew about seven or eight meters!"
"That steel pipe is bent into a V-shape! Did they add special effects?"
The sentiment in the live stream shifted instantly from sympathy to utter astonishment.
In the scene, Ma Cong is seen charging through the crowd with his bare hands.
Every punch and kick he delivered carried immense power.
The person struck by his fist had their chest caved in, coughed up blood, and flew backward.
The sound of his whip kick breaking the leg could be clearly heard through the phone's microphone; the person who was hit by it was clutching their leg and screaming in agony on the ground.
The whole scene was not a brawl at all, but a one-sided massacre.
"Answerer! This is definitely acting! It's scripted! It's definitely scripted!"
"Yeah! A normal person couldn't be that strong! Did Captain America get a super soldier serum?"
The chubby streamer looked at the comments and his face turned red with anxiety.
He shoved the camera in his face, spitting as he roared, "Screw you! Look at those people lying on the ground, aren't they all foaming at the mouth and covered in blood?"
"If this is a charade, I'll eat this phone right now!"
"Such a big thing, with so many people watching, it's definitely going to be on the news tomorrow! I'm telling you!"
"Brothers in Jincheng, come to the entrance of No. 16 Middle School now and see for yourselves if it's true!"
In the center of the battlefield, Ma Cong had completely lost his mind.
He felt himself entering a wonderful state.
The shouts, screams, and the sounds of weapons cutting through the air all around him seemed to have faded away.
In his world, there was only his opponent's movements, the rise and fall of his muscles, and the surging blood and qi within his body like the Yangtze River.
In his eyes, these thugs were no different from ants.
But even a hundred or so ants are enough to form a black tide.
He fully demonstrated the essence of Bajiquan in this tide.
"collapse!"
He threw a powerful punch, the force of which was like a cannonball, striking one of the thugs squarely in the chest. The man's body flew backward like a cannonball, knocking down four or five of his companions along the way.
"shake!"
He stomped his foot suddenly.
"Snap!"
The cement tiles beneath his feet began to crack and shatter like a spiderweb, centered on the spot where he had landed.
The terrifying aura emanating from that step caused several thugs who were about to pounce on him to stop in their tracks, their faces filled with horror.
Ma Cong's performance has reached an unprecedented peak.
He stood with his feet apart, his body lowered, and assumed a standard Bajiquan stance, his aura concentrated to its peak.
"Stick, help, squeeze, lean!"
He muttered a low shout, his body swayed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, deliberately bumping into the arms of a thug.
He grabbed the thug's belt and collar, his arm muscles bulging, and lifted the 130-140 pound adult over his head.
Then, it slammed hard into the ground!
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, the floor tiles beneath the thug who was hit shattered into pieces, and he was bleeding profusely from his head and fainted on the spot.
Warm blood splattered all over Ma Cong.
He didn't care at all, wiping the blood off his face, looking like a demon crawling out of hell.
He has made up his mind: today, none of them will leave standing up.
In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty people were lying on the ground.
The remaining thugs were utterly terrified. They surrounded him, but none of them dared to step forward.
Ma Cong stood in a circle of corpses and wounded soldiers, his chest heaving violently, and white breaths shooting out of his mouth like arrows.
As he slowly adjusted his breathing, he began to recite aloud in a powerful, penetrating voice.
"Head strike, shoulder strike, elbow strike, hand strike, tail strike, hip strike, knee strike, foot strike!"
"Hmph, ha, hmph, ha!"
His voice, like a resounding bell, made everyone present's eardrums buzz.
He recited and practiced at the same time.
"Baby elbow!"
He thrust out with his elbow, striking a man squarely in the chest. The man collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning.
"They ignore everyone who comes to their door!"
He threw three punches in quick succession, each one landing squarely, and the three men in front of him fell to the ground.
"A tiger stubbornly climbs the mountain!"
He lowered his body, lunged forward close to the ground, and struck out with both palms, sending the two thugs flying into the air.
At that moment, he seemed to enter a state of sudden enlightenment.