pjbooks Chapter 113 Before the Match, All Parties Moved
Chapter 113 Before the Match, All Parties Moved
Tianye clowned around on stage for a full five minutes before finally standing in a corner of the ring at the referee's urging.
He struck what he thought was a cool pose and shouted at the camera, "Ma Cong! Your Uncle Tian has been waiting here for a long time! If you've got the guts, come out and face your death!"
He had barely finished speaking.
At another entrance to the stadium, the lights suddenly came on.
There was no exaggerated music, and no sexy sign girls.
A tall, upright young man dressed in ordinary sportswear slowly walked out in the quiet.
It was Ma Cong.
He walked step by step toward the ring, his steps steady and his eyes calm.
Wherever he went, the previously noisy audience subconsciously fell silent.
An invisible, powerful aura emanated from him.
When he stepped onto the ring and stood before the field.
The once arrogant Tianye suddenly felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, and his legs felt weak.
The young man in front of him had no expression on his face, but his eyes were like an abyss, making him tremble with fear at the mere sight of them.
Is this...is this really the kind of look a human being can have?
"You...you are Ma Cong?" Tian Ye's voice trembled slightly.
Ma Cong did not answer him, but just looked at him calmly, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.
The referee came over and began to read out the rules of the game.
"This competition has no rules and no restrictions. The match ends when one player falls to the ground and cannot get up, or voluntarily concedes defeat. Do both players understand?"
Ma Cong nodded.
Tianye swallowed hard and nodded in agreement.
"Please sign the agreement."
A staff member came up with a document and inkpad.
It was that "life-or-death agreement" that caused such a huge uproar online.
Ma Cong picked up the pen, signed his name without even looking at it, and then pressed his fingerprint on it.
It's the fields' turn.
Looking at the words "Life and death are left to fate" on the agreement, he felt as if the pen in his hand weighed a ton.
He agreed readily yesterday because he thought it was just a gimmick; once they were in the ring, his opponent would definitely consider the impact and wouldn't go all out.
But now, looking at Ma Cong's emotionless eyes, he suddenly became uncertain.
This person... he really seems like he's going to kill me!
"Sign it! Sign it now!"
"If you don't dare sign, then get out of here!"
Impatient urging voices rose from the audience.
Tianye gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Anyway, he already had a million in his hands. At worst, he would get beaten up. He couldn't possibly be beaten to death.
He signed his name on the agreement with trembling hands.
"Alright! The agreement is signed!" the referee announced loudly. "The match shall now begin!"
"when!"
The bell rang.
Tianye took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and roared to embolden himself.
"Watch me... Ah!!!"
Before he could even utter the word "leg," he saw a figure flash before his eyes.
Ma Cong's figure appeared in front of him as if by teleportation.
Tianye's pupils suddenly contracted.
He didn't even see how the other person moved.
Then, he felt an indescribable, excruciating pain in his abdomen.
The feeling wasn't like being punched, but more like being hit head-on by a speeding train.
"Bang!"
A dull, loud bang.
Tian-ye's body flew backward like a tattered sack.
His body arced through the air, crashing heavily into the wire mesh of the octagonal cage, before sliding to the ground like a lump of mud.
He was curled up on the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound. Only white foam, mixed with blood, kept gushing from the corners of his mouth.
The entire stadium was deathly silent.
Everyone was stunned by what they saw.
one second.
It didn't even last a second.
From the ringing of the bell to the collapse of the fields.
The whole process was so fast that no one could react at all.
In the guest section, Old Crazy Wang's teacup fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered.
His mouth was agape, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring intently at Ma Cong on the arena.
"This...this is...shrinking the earth to an inch?!"
Sun Changqing was also stunned. He murmured to himself, "No... this isn't shrinking the distance... this is pure speed and explosive power... his body has surpassed the limits of humanity..."
Meanwhile, in the Wushu Association's seats, Vice President Zhao Lixin's face had turned deathly pale.
He was just thinking about how to comment on the "technical strengths and weaknesses" of both sides after the match, to demonstrate the "professionalism" of the Wushu Association.
But now...
What kind of commentary is he giving?!
He didn't even see how Ma Cong made his move!
How can I even comment on this?
Is it true that Tianye is very courageous, daring to face opponents far beyond his expectations?
On the arena.
Ma Cong withdrew his fist, his breathing completely undisturbed.
He didn't even glance at Tian Ye, who had already fainted on the ground. Instead, he turned around and took the microphone from the referee.
He walked to the center of the ring, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena, finally settling on the main camera pointing directly at him.
His voice, transmitted clearly through the venue's sound system and countless online live streams, reached everyone's ears.
"The first one."
"Next up, Lei Gong Tai Chi, Lei Lei."
"I'm giving you three days. Three days later, at the same time, in the same place."
"Do you dare to come?"
The video of Ma Cong knocking out Tian Ye with one punch and immediately challenging Lei Lei to a duel swept across the internet like a tsunami.
If the previous instant kill of Titan demonstrated Ma Cong's world-destroying power...
This time, his punch that shattered the field demonstrated to the world his ghostly speed and unparalleled sense of oppression.
"One second! It really was only one second! I watched the slow-motion replay ten times. From the sound of the bell to flying out of the field, it was just a blink of an eye!"
"That's awesome! That's a real master! He doesn't give you any chance to show off!"
"Did you see Tianye fly out? It was like a movie special effect! How much power did Ma Shen's punch have?"
"The most domineering line is the last one, 'You, dare to come?' It's practically a challenge slapped right in Lei Lei's face! Master Lei, the pressure is on you now!"
Netizens across the internet are frantically tagging @LeigongTaiji.
Meanwhile, Lei Lei, in his mansion, looked at the poster on his phone screen—a picture of Ma Cong holding a microphone with a cold gaze—and felt like he was suffocating.
coming.
It's time to come, it's coming.
He thought his statement of "high skill should not be used, and one should not bother with juniors" would allow him to gracefully escape this predicament.
But to his utter surprise, Ma Cong was so utterly lacking in "martial ethics" that he issued an ultimatum to him by name in front of tens of millions of viewers during a live broadcast.
Three days.
The same location.
Do you dare to come?
This is no longer a challenge; this is a trial.
To go or not to go?
The way Tianye flew out like a tattered sack was his fate. He had no doubt that with Ma Cong's terrifying strength, killing him with a single punch was no joke.
Not going?
Lei Lei can forget about making a living online from now on. He will be nailed to the pillar of shame, becoming synonymous with "traditional martial arts fraud," and will be infamous for eternity. Everything he has now—fans, wealth, status—will vanish into thin air.