rpbooks Chapter 115 One punch, and the Joker's reign ends!
Chapter 115 One punch, and the Joker's reign ends!
Ma Cong's second Weibo post was like a red-hot branding iron, scorching everyone's faces.
Kneel down and kowtow three times!
This condition is even more insulting than "admitting to be a liar"!
For someone like Lei Lei, who values the prestige of being a "master" more than his own life, this is nothing short of a scathing remark.
"Holy crap! Ma Shen is awesome! That was a ruthless move!"
"Hahaha, Master Lei, didn't you want to 'discuss the Dao'? Didn't you want to 'stop at the point'? Well, now, God Ma will play along. Let's see if you dare to take the bet!"
"If Lei Lei loses, he'll have to kneel down and kowtow to Ma Cong. I can't even bear to imagine that scene!"
"Would he dare to take it? Of course not! With his mediocre skills, pushing hands? Ma Shen could push him out of the circle with a single finger!"
Online, a barrage of mockery followed.
Lei Lei looked at the Weibo post and trembled with anger, his face turning a deep purplish-red.
"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"
He slammed his phone onto the sofa.
He thought that by bringing up the martial arts association and proposing a "pushing hands" competition, he had already secured an invincible position.
Unexpectedly, Ma Cong completely disregarded the expected strategy and instead used an even more aggressive bet to shove the ball back into the court.
Now, he's once again in a precarious position.
promise?
He doesn't have the guts! He knows his own skill level perfectly well. Forget a one-meter diameter hoop, even if you gave him a basketball court, Ma Cong would push him out. Kneel and kowtow to a nineteen-year-old brat in front of tens of millions of people? How could he ever face anyone again?
You won't agree?
That's like contradicting himself. He was just confidently saying he'd "discuss the principles of push hands," but when the other person raised the stakes, he chickened out. Doesn't that just tell the whole world he's a cowardly conman?
"President Zhao! President Zhao! Please think of a solution!" Lei Lei, like a headless fly, called Zhao Lixin of the Martial Arts Association again.
Zhao Lixin, on the other end of the phone, was also in a real bind.
He never expected Ma Cong to pull such a stunt.
This kid, though young, has such cunning and shrewd methods.
"What's the panic!" Zhao Lixin snapped. "If he wants to gamble, then gamble with him! What are you afraid of?"
"I...I can't beat him!" Lei Lei was almost in tears.
"Who told you to confront him head-on?" Zhao Lixin's voice carried a hint of impatience. "Didn't you claim to be 'skills too high to be used'? Didn't you say your internal energy could hurt people?"
"Tomorrow, once you're in the ring, just keep going with him! If he pushes you, just back away, yelling things like 'What strength!' or 'I've neutralized it with my internal energy.' As long as your feet stay within the circle, you haven't lost!"
"What if... what if he's too strong and I lose my balance and get pushed out?" Lei Lei was still worried.
Zhao Lixin was silent for a few seconds, then coldly said, "Then you should just fall to the ground, roll around clutching your leg, and say he doesn't know the rules, used brute force, and injured your meridians! I've already arranged for our martial arts association's 'medical experts' to be on the scene. They will come up on stage immediately to 'treat' you and announce on the spot that Ma Cong violated the rules and injured someone, and he is found guilty!"
"In short, tomorrow you just need to be an 'actor,' and leave the rest to us!"
Hearing this, Lei Lei finally felt relieved.
Yup!
All I have to do is cheat!
Anyway, with the Wushu Association backing me up, no matter how powerful Ma Cong is, what can he do to me, the "victim," in front of the whole nation?
"Brilliant! Chairman Zhao, absolutely brilliant!" Lei Lei blurted out his flattery.
After hanging up the phone, the fear on his face vanished, replaced by a sinister smugness.
Ma Cong, didn't you want me to kneel down and kowtow?
Tomorrow, I'll show you what "the martial arts world" really means!
He immediately logged into Weibo and posted his response.
"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond! Since Mr. Ma is in such high spirits, I, Lei, will gladly oblige! See you at the arena tomorrow!"
……
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the day of the decisive battle, the Chengnan Gymnasium was once again packed to capacity.
This time, the atmosphere at the scene was even more eerie than before.
The audience was no longer overwhelmingly in support of Ma Cong; a number of "atmosphere-setting groups" invited by the martial arts association were mixed in, holding up banners that read "Support civilized martial arts discussions, oppose bloody violence," and trying to disrupt the flow of the discussion.
In the guest seats, the Wushu Association's "Expert Observation Group" had grown even larger, with Zhao Lixin personally leading the team. They sat upright with serious expressions, as if they were the main characters of the day.
Sun Changqing, Wang Benlei, and the others watched coldly from the sidelines. They all knew that today's battle was probably not so simple.
"Old Sun, what do you think of that kid's chances of success?" Wang Benlei asked with some concern.
"I don't know." Sun Changqing shook his head, but his eyes were fixed on the contestant tunnel. "But I do know that he never does anything he's not sure of."
At 2:45 p.m., Lei Lei stepped onto the ring amidst a mix of cheers and boos.
Today he changed into a white Tai Chi uniform, smiled, and frequently clasped his hands in greeting to the audience, looking like a wise and enlightened master.
The staff had already painted a circle with a diameter of one meter in white paint in the center of the arena.
Lei Lei walked to the edge of the circle and even measured it with his foot, seemingly to show off his "professionalism".
Then, Ma Cong appeared at the entrance of the passage.
He was still wearing that ordinary tracksuit, and his eyes were still as calm as still water.
He stepped onto the ring and stood on the other side of the white circle, facing Lei Lei from afar.
"Mr. Ma, it's truly remarkable that you possess such skill at such a young age," Lei Lei said with a smile, adopting the air of a senior. "Today, we'll only discuss martial arts, without determining who's better. We'll stop when we've reached a point, how about that?"
Ma Cong completely ignored him and simply nodded to the referee beside him.
The referee understood and announced loudly: "The rules of the competition are as follows: both contestants will push hands inside the circle. If any part of either contestant's body touches the ground outside the circle, they lose! The loser must kneel and kowtow three times to the winner! Now, the competition begins!"
The bell rang.
Lei Lei immediately adopted a Tai Chi starting stance, with his feet slightly apart, standing steadily inside the circle, a mysterious smile on his face.
Come on, kid.
I'll stand right here and see how you try to push me.
As soon as you exert any force, I will fall to the ground and scream for help!
Looking at his confident demeanor, Ma Cong's lips suddenly twitched upwards.
It was a smile full of sarcasm.
He didn't push him with sudden force as Lei Lei had expected.
He simply and slowly raised his right hand.
Then, facing Lei Lei's direction, she gently flicked her fan in mid-air.
It's like shooing away an annoying fly.
There was no sound of wind.
There were no signs whatsoever.
Lei Lei, standing in the circle, suddenly froze with a smile.
He felt an irresistible, overwhelming force appear out of nowhere and slam into his chest!
That force was even more terrifying than the train impact that Tianye had felt last time!
Because he didn't see anything at all!
"puff--!"
Lei Lei's body felt as if it had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and he instantly curled up like a shrimp.
Before he could even scream, a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, spraying a cloud of blood mist into the air.
His body flew backward at an even faster speed than Tian-ye had last time.
"Bang!"
He crashed straight through the wire mesh of the octagon, flew out of the ring, and landed heavily on the ground more than ten meters away, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Everyone is stupid.
In the guest section, Wang Benlei dropped his thermos on the ground. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped open enough to fit an egg.
"What...what kind of skill is this? Hitting an ox from a distance?!"
Sun Changqing was completely stunned. He stared intently at Ma Cong's right hand, which was still in a fanning position, his mind blank.
This is beyond his understanding of martial arts!
This isn't martial arts! This is supernatural power!
In the Wushu Association's seats, Vice President Zhao Lixin stood frozen in his seat as if struck by lightning, his face as pale as paper.
He had rehearsed a thousand different scenarios of Lei Lei cheating in his mind, but he hadn't thought of this one!
With a single swipe of the fan, a person was sent flying more than ten meters?
How can I cheat now?
How can Ma Cong be judged to have violated the rules?
Does that mean he used superpowers?!
On the stage, Ma Cong slowly lowered his hand.
He glanced at Lei Lei, who was already unconscious and incapacitated in the audience, then turned around and picked up the microphone.
His gaze swept across the entire venue, landing precisely on the direction of the Wushu Association's guest seats, on Zhao Lixin's pale face.
"Is this the 'civilized exchange' you wanted?"
"Is this what you call 'Tai Chi Push Hands'?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a series of resounding slaps, striking Zhao Lixin and all the martial arts association officials hard across the face.
Then, he turned his head and looked at the main camera again.
"Ding Hao".
"You're next."