MMB Chapter 4 will shatter your "Lion Boxing Gym" reputation!
Chapter 4 will shatter your "Lion Boxing Gym" reputation!
In the next room, Zhao Biao forced a stiff smile at the live stream camera.
"Family members, don't panic. It's probably just some drunk punk causing trouble."
He said that, but in his heart he was having doubts.
The chat messages in the live stream were still scrolling.
"Hahaha, challenging them? Brother Biao, go teach him a lesson!"
"I bet he's a skinny guy trying to scam me."
"Brother Biao, don't waste your breath on him, just knock him out with one punch and show him what real society is all about."
Before Zhao Biao could respond, the door to the boxing gym was pushed open from the outside.
A young man dressed in a black Tang suit walked in leisurely.
Behind him was the floor of the boxing gym's lobby.
Four people were lying haphazardly on the floor.
Those were the four best professional boxers in his gym.
One of them was clutching his arms, his elbow twisted at an odd angle, twitching in pain on the ground.
The other three lay motionless in pools of blood, their fates unknown.
Zhao Biao saw this, and the smile on his face froze completely.
In the live stream, more than 300,000 viewers witnessed this scene. After a brief pause of a fraction of a second, the barrage of comments exploded outwards.
"Holy crap!!!"
"Those guys were Brother Biao's boxers, right? How come they're all down?"
"Damn it, what's going on? Is this a movie shoot? Did they get the wrong script?!"
"Who is this guy? How could he be so ruthless?"
Ma Cong was completely oblivious to the various stares directed at him from the surroundings.
He walked to the open space in the center of the boxing gym, took off the backpack from his shoulder, and gently placed it on the ground.
Then, he adjusted the cuffs of his Tang suit, his movements unhurried and deliberate.
In this deathly silence and the stench of blood, his calmness itself was a form of invisible pressure.
After doing all this, he faced Zhao Biao, stood with his feet together, and stood up straight.
He raised his right hand, made a fist, and placed his left hand on top of his right fist, clasping them together in front of his chest.
A martial arts salute that couldn't be more perfect.
"Bajiquan, Ma Cong."
"I've come to learn from you."
An indescribable aura emanated from him, enveloping the entire boxing gym.
That wasn't just murderous intent, but a profound and powerful force stemming from the martial arts tradition.
Even the seasoned professional boxers in the gym felt a little breathless at that moment.
At this moment, Zhao Biao's face was as white as a sheet of paper.
He instinctively took half a step back.
The more than 300,000 viewers in the live broadcast room clearly captured his subtle movement through the camera lens.
The live chat stopped again.
Everyone is stupid.
That boxing champion Zhao Biao, who pontificates online and claims that traditional martial arts are all trash.
Persuaded?
Zhao Biao also realized his loss of composure. He forced himself to stand up straight and pointed at Ma Cong with a fierce but weak expression.
"You...you stay away!"
"This is intentional assault! It's illegal! I've already had someone call the police!"
Ma Cong frowned upon hearing this.
He traveled all the way from Jincheng, not to hear the other party say they were going to call the police.
He wanted a fair and square duel.
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, he used Bajiquan to knock this so-called "boxing champion" to the ground.
Then tell everyone that traditional Chinese martial arts are not just for show.
But now, the other side doesn't dare to fight at all.
This made him feel like he was punching cotton, unable to use his strength.
"You don't dare to fight?" Ma Cong asked.
Zhao Biao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he retorted defiantly, "I have nothing to do with a thug like you! Just wait until the police arrive, you'll be in for a world of hurt!"
The trend in the live streaming room has also begun to change.
"Yes, yes, yes, that kid is too arrogant, and he beat people up so badly, he must be severely punished!"
"Brother Biao, don't be afraid, we support you! This is a society governed by law; he has no right to run wild!"
"Although Brother Biao was a bit of a coward, he did the right thing. There was no need to risk his life against a desperado."
Seeing these comments, the fire in Ma Cong's chest burned even brighter.
He got it.
It's pointless to try to reason with people who only believe in "strength" and "rules."
Then let's solve the problem in the only way they can understand.
"Alright." Ma Cong nodded. "Since you don't dare to fight, then I'll follow the rules of the martial arts world."
"Today, I'm going to smash your 'Lion Boxing Gym' signboard."
These words stunned not only Zhao Biao, but everyone in the boxing gym, including the viewers in the live broadcast room.
Smash the signboard?
Everyone's gaze turned to the wall at the deepest part of the boxing gym.
On that wall, five imposing characters are inlaid in metal lettering: Lion Boxing Gym.
To make it look impressive, the sign was originally embedded directly into the load-bearing cement wall. It would take a lot of effort to smash it, let alone hit it with a fist, or even with a sledgehammer.
Is this kid crazy?
Zhao Biao seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He pointed at the wall and burst into exaggerated laughter.
"Hahaha! You want to smash my signboard? With your fists?"
"Brothers, family, did you hear that? This guy said he's going to tear down the concrete wall with his fists!"
"I'm putting this out there today: if you can get this down, I, Zhao Biao, will kowtow to you in front of the entire internet and admit that traditional martial arts are awesome!"
The viewers in the live stream were amused.
"This script is getting more and more outrageous; is it starting to veer into fantasy?"
"Iron Palm or Vajra Leg? That's hilarious."
"Hurry up and open the betting, I bet a bag of spicy strips that this guy broke his own hand."
Ma Cong ignored the taunts.
He turned around and walked step by step toward the wall.
With each step he took, his aura grew stronger.
Under his control, the blood and qi in his body began to surge at an unprecedented speed.
Like a dormant volcano, it is awakening.
He walked up to the wall and stopped.
He didn't act immediately, but turned around to face the live broadcast camera.
"Watch closely."
"True martial arts are the killing techniques that our ancestors summarized from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, not the monkey shows you perform on stage."
The words fell.
He suddenly turned around and stomped his left foot heavily on the ground!
He lowered his waist and sat astride the horse, lowering his center of gravity to its lowest point.
A highly condensed energy rose from the soles of his feet, traveled up his spine, and flowed throughout his entire body.
His entire body was like a fully drawn bow.
next second.
The bowstring has loosened.
He slammed into the hard cement wall with an unreasonable and reckless attitude.
Just before the body makes contact with the wall, the waist and hips twist, and the right fist emerges from under the ribs.
The force of the impact, like leaning against a mountain.
The inch-force of Bajiquan.
At this moment, he perfectly fused together the most powerful and vigorous strengths of the two martial arts.
"Give it to me, open it!"
boom!!!!!!
An unprecedentedly loud bang resounded throughout the boxing gym.
The entire ground trembled.
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the sturdy load-bearing wall, centered on Ma Cong's fist.
The cracks spread rapidly, covering the entire wall in the blink of an eye.
The five large metal characters "Lion Boxing Gym" embedded in the center of the wall crashed to the ground with a clatter.