PDLP Chapter 3 I'm Here to Challenge
Chapter 3 I'm Here to Challenge
At the end of the video, the man stopped, faced the camera, and wiped his sweat.
He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Brothers, did you see that? This is real power, real fighting technique!"
"Don't believe those so-called masters or traditional martial arts online; they're all just for show."
"First comes courage, second comes strength, and third comes skill. They don't even have the courage to stand on the stage, so what skill do they have? True teachings can be summed up in a single sentence, while false teachings fill countless volumes. If you ask me, the essence of traditional martial arts, simplified to two words: getting beaten up."
This concludes the video.
The comments section has exploded.
"Brother Biao is awesome! That's a real man!"
"That's absolutely right. Those so-called masters should be dragged out and fought with Brother Biao, so he can teach them a lesson."
"Hilarious, don't insult Brother Biao. Those masters would shatter if you touched them."
"I've blocked all traditional martial arts bloggers. From now on, I'll only watch Brother Biao's boxing tutorials."
Ma Cong stared blankly at the comments, but his fingers clenched tighter and tighter.
He clicked on Zhao Biao's homepage.
His personal profile reads: Former provincial team boxer, owner of Chancheng Lion Boxing Gym.
Chancheng?
Ma Cong had an impression of this place name; it was known as the hometown of Southern-style martial arts and had produced many martial arts masters.
A person who came from the hometown of martial arts is now trying to gain traffic by belittling traditional Chinese martial arts, making a living off this worthless thing.
How ironic.
The fire that Master Sun had ignited in Ma Cong's chest was fueled even more by Zhao Biao's spoonful of oil.
The stage he was looking for has finally arrived!
A boxing influencer with 530,000 followers.
Just beat him down in front of his 500,000+ fans.
The argument that martial arts are useless will fall apart on its own.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ma Cong returned to the homepage and opened the ticketing software.
From Jincheng to Chancheng.
The next flight will take off in two hours.
He placed the order, then got up and went back to his room. He pulled out a backpack from the bottom of the wardrobe and stuffed in a few changes of clothes.
Finally, he took out a brand new black Tang suit.
This was a gift from Old Man Chen for his eighteenth birthday, and he never wore it.
The old man said: "A practitioner of Bajiquan needs a decent set of clothes. Once you've made a name for yourself, you can wear this."
Ma Cong changed into a Tang suit, slung his backpack over his shoulder, closed the door, and went downstairs.
……
Chancheng, Lion Boxing Gym.
At noon, the boxing gym was still bustling with activity.
On the ring in the center of the boxing gym, Zhao Biao's assistant, Xiao Li, was conducting his daily live stream.
"Brothers, watch closely! The power of a straight punch isn't just from your arms; you need to use the power of your waist and hips. Like this, twist your waist, thrust your hips, and punch!"
The live stream remains incredibly popular, with the number of viewers exceeding 300,000.
"Those muscles, even I, a guy, am drooling over them."
"I want to learn boxing at Brother Biao's gym. Are there any brothers from Chancheng here?"
"If you fought that Master Sun, how many punches would it take to knock him out?"
When Xiao Li saw this comment, he stopped what he was doing, smiled at the camera, and said, "Fighting with that kind of person? No point. I'm afraid I'd kill him with one punch and then have to pay compensation."
The live stream chat was immediately flooded with "666" and "Awesome!"
Xiao Li really enjoyed this feeling.
Just then, the door to the boxing gym was pushed open.
A young man dressed in a black Tang suit and carrying a backpack walked in.
The young woman at the front desk looked up and gave a professional smile: "Hello, are you here for a trial lesson? We offer trial classes."
Everyone in the museum was drawn to this unexpected guest.
His outfit stood out starkly against the backdrop of muscular men sweating profusely around him.
Ma Cong took the backpack off his shoulder and placed it at his feet.
"I won't experience it."
"I'm here to challenge them."
The entire boxing gym fell silent instantly.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the door.
The live stream chat exploded.
"Holy crap? A challenge? People still do this these days?"
"What's that guy wearing? Is he filming a movie?"
"This is hilarious! Where did this immature kid come from? Did he wander onto the wrong set?"
Li, who was on the stage, was also stunned for a moment, and then a playful smile appeared on his face.
He said to the camera, "Family, see that? The show's going to be amazing."
A burly boxer who was practicing on a sandbag threw down his gloves and walked towards Ma Cong with a displeased look on his face.
"Hey kid, you're here to cause trouble, aren't you? Do you even know where you are?"
He was half a head taller than Ma Cong, with a muscular build and an imposing presence.
Ma Cong didn't speak, he just looked at him calmly.
The burly man was enraged by his gaze and reached out to grab Ma Cong's collar: "I'm talking to you!"
His hand was only halfway out.
Ma Cong made a move.
His left hand, though arriving late, struck first, like an iron clamp, and seized the strong man's wrist.
At the same time, support the opponent's elbow with your right palm.
With a sinking of the waist and hips, a twist.
An extremely concentrated force burst forth from his arm in an instant.
Eight Extremes, Small Entanglement.
Click!
A sharp, chilling crack of bone breaking echoed throughout the entire boxing gym.
The burly man's thick arm was bent backward at an angle that completely defied human anatomy.
"ah--!!!"
A pig-like scream shattered the silence of the boxing gym.
The burly man clutched his severed arm, writhing on the ground in pain, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.
Everyone was stunned.
The young woman at the front desk was so frightened that she covered her mouth.
The chat in the live stream paused for a second.
"Holy crap??"
"What just happened? Am I seeing things?"
"The bone... is broken?"
"That's real kung fu!"
The remaining boxers in the gym realized what was happening, and their expressions changed.
"Damn it, how dare they come here and hurt people!"
"Let's all go at him and kill him!"
Three or four boxers rushed at Ma Cong from different directions at the same time.
They were all boxers, and their punches were fast, powerful, and forceful.
Instead of retreating, Ma Cong advanced, stomping his left foot heavily on the ground!
boom!
With a muffled thud, the bluestone floor tiles seemed to vibrate.
He charged straight at the foremost boxer like a cannonball, without flinching or dodging.
Bajiquan, leaning against the mountain!
The boxer had only thrown a half-punch when he was struck in the chest by an irresistible force.
He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck.
The sound of the sternum cracking was clearly audible.
He was sent flying five or six meters away, crashing into the wall and then falling to the ground, spitting out blood. He was motionless on the spot.
The other two boxers rushed forward and attacked from both sides.
Ma Cong lowered his body and, with a tricky angle, thrust his right elbow upwards, striking the man on his left's chin.
Head-on!
The man didn't even utter a sound; his head snapped back, and he fell straight down.
After taking down one of them, Ma Cong didn't even look at the others. He suddenly turned his body, his left arm whipping out like a whistling whip, aiming for the temple of the boxer on his right.
A cannon that reaches the sky from the ground!
Snapped!
Another muffled sound.
The last boxer was struck on the head as if by an invisible hammer. His feet left the ground, and he flew sideways, crashing to the ground, twitching twice, and then lying still.
Less than ten seconds.
Of the four strong professional boxers, three died and one was injured.
The entire boxing gym was deathly silent.
The air was filled with the stench of blood.
The young woman at the front desk was terrified, slumped in her chair, trembling all over.
The more than 300,000 viewers in the live stream were all stunned.
After a few seconds of silence, the comments section erupted.
"Murder!!!"
"Holy crap! Is this a movie shoot? It must be special effects! This is definitely special effects!"
"This is supposed to be traditional Chinese martial arts? This is a killing technique!"
"Call the police! Call the police now!"
One of the boxing gym staff members finally recovered from his shock and scrambled into the gym's office, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Brother Biao, something terrible has happened! Someone's here to cause trouble! Murder! Call the police!"