pjbooks Chapter 109 I am your father!
Chapter 109 I am your father!
Chapter 109 I am your father!
"Alright, I should go on the field now." Seeing the referee wave, Ma Jie stood up and said, "The sooner we finish the game, the sooner we can go home. Let's grab some late-night snacks later. I'm really craving pizza and beer right now."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the octagon, and did the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics before the competition started.
"See that? This guy got away with it again."
In the commentary booth, Kevin looked exasperated: "Has no one bothered to test his physical limits?"
"Maybe he's an alien," Quilin chimed in, "the kind that can be recharged, I mean, charged with real electricity."
"Haha, this is too weird. How much more electricity will we have to pay in a month if this happens?"
After a few brief banter, the two officially began the pre-match procedures. "Ladies and gentlemen!"
It's another familiar opening poem. Regardless of whether the audience is tired of hearing it, this line is a reminder that the competition is about to begin, and they should stop moving around and making loud noises.
"This is the Old Silver Club. What's happening now is a special challenge match, where the strongest newcomer, Po, will face off against three top fighters."
"Whether it's the polar war bear Tonya from Russia or the black prince Singh Bungis from India, they have all been defeated."
"Next, Po will face the final boss and confront his truest self and inner self."
"Everyone hold your breath, please welcome his opponent to the stage."
"Onizuka Kyomaru, a top-tier fighter from Japan, hailed as the strongest human weapon in history!"
As the upbeat theme song of "Dragon Ball" began to play, Onizuka Kyomaru leaped up from the preparation seat and threw off the battle robe he was wearing.
Several girls dressed in Japanese-style performance costumes, holding folding fans, danced and surrounded him as he entered the venue.
Onizuka Kyomaru entered the octagonal cage and walked straight toward Ma Jack, his fierce eyes filled with wanton provocation.
Ma Jieke certainly wouldn't indulge him. The two crossed their arms and stared at each other, remaining in the same spot until the end of the performance.
Throughout the entire process, no one made any unnecessary movements, and it seemed as if lightning was constantly flashing between their eyes.
"Wow, hoho." After the song finished playing, the female host came back in to stir things up again: "The two of you seem eager to start fighting, but as usual, I still have to do some interviews. Let's start with Oni-chan, what do you want to say to A-Bao?"
Onizuka Kyomaru took the microphone and sneered disdainfully: "In my opinion, the 'sick man of East Asia' is just that. Their proud traditional martial arts system had already fallen apart at the beginning of the last century. Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan, who appeared later, only succeeded in the field of action movies. It's completely different from real kung fu."
"As we all know, Chinese people love to defeat us in movies. In the past, there was 'Fist of Fury' and 'Fearless'. In recent years, there has been 'Ip Man'. It doesn't matter. As long as they are happy, I don't care."
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At this point, Onizuka Kyomaru deliberately paused and looked at the preparation bench outside the arena: "What I'm about to say is for the opposing team's staff. You'd better call 911 right now and get an ambulance. Losing the game is fine, but losing your life would be a huge loss."
"What the hell did you say, you little Japanese devil!"
This infuriated Max, who couldn't help but rant through the cage.
The female host then handed the microphone to Ma Jieke: "Say a few words, A Bao. I know you must be very angry right now, with a belly full of anger that you have nowhere to vent."
"What?" Faced with Onizuka Kyomaru's smear and humiliation, Ma Jie showed no anger on his face, but smiled easily and said, "Why should I be angry? As a father, you have to be both tolerant and loving. Can a father argue with his son? No. Can an ancestor argue with his grandson? No."
"But what I'm about to say isn't just for you, kid, it's for the entire Yamato race."
"Which of your writing systems, clothing, etiquette, architecture, and laws were not learned from China during the Han and Tang dynasties?"
"Now that you've grown wings, you're turning your back on your own father?"
"Fine, whatever. You don't acknowledge me, and I don't have a bastard son like you."
At this point, Ma Jieke deliberately paused for a moment, then continued, "As for whether traditional martial arts have declined, the answer is yes. After all, times have changed. Which country's traditional martial arts can still flourish and continue to develop? Find me one. This is due to changes in the external environment and is not something that can be changed by individual will."
"But even though we've fallen on hard times, we're still good enough to beat a fool like you."
He was thoroughly scolded, and Onizuka Kyomaru looked as if his mother had died, clenching his fists so hard they cracked.
He wished he could start a war right now and beat Ma Jie to the ground.
Seeing the tense atmosphere on set, the female host, after finishing her explanation of the proceedings, quickly turned the camera to the commentary booth.
Old Kevin, holding a microphone and cue cards prepared in advance, demonstrated his excellent vocal penetration.
"Alright, this is the Old Silver Club. I'm your old friend Kevin. Next, my special guest Quillin Nelson and I will be providing commentary for the last match of the night."
"As you can see, both fighters are ready, and the referees have entered the arena. It's time for fists to speak."
"From this moment on, there are no rules, no mercy, no compromise, and no retreat in the octagon."
"All that exists is the clash of fists against bones, a fierce battle between body and will."
"Will Po stand out from the crowd, using his mortal body to rival the gods, or will he sweep across the arena with his human weapons and continue to rule his era as the Great Demon King?"
"Answer One—revealed shortly!"
"The octagon's iron gates are about to close. There's no turning back; the only option is to fight!"
"The winner takes all, the loser is eliminated!"
"Fight Night, the excitement continues!"
"READY! GO!"
The bell rang, and the match officially began.
Whoosh! Just as Ma Jieke had predicted, the Ghost Clan's Fierce Maru made a swift, straight-line charge right from the start.
After bending down to close the distance, the left hand delivers a straight punch, the most common straight punch in the Shoto-ryu Karate style.
There are no special techniques involved; it's a basic style of punching that most fighting styles advocate.
To put it bluntly, if you can't even throw a straight punch properly, learning any more moves later will be like building castles in the air.
Having anticipated this, Ma Jieke didn't engage in a prolonged fight. After a simple parry, he launched a powerful side kick with his right foot.
Sure enough, the previous straight punch was just a prelude; the subsequent reverse punch was the real killing move.
The so-called reverse punch is actually the rear straight punch in boxing, combined with the twisting of the waist to generate power.
In addition, there is a breathing technique called "breathing breath," which involves exhaling while exerting force to enhance the attack effect.
Did you notice anything? The simplest little combo, just with a slightly different name, has become a "brand new" style.
This is a practice that Japan has adhered to since ancient times: to name everything that already exists and everything that happens in a new way.
For example, in Japanese cuisine, there are dishes such as first-served dishes, second-served dishes, simmered dishes, grilled dishes, fried dishes, steamed dishes, and sashimi.
In layman's terms, it means cold dishes, hot dishes, and soup, or appetizers, main courses, and desserts.
In summary, they go to great lengths to complicate simple things, using cumbersome naming conventions to confuse you, making you think the names sound sophisticated and high-class, thus believing it to be a unique culture.
In a flash, the two struck each other, but in doing so, they lost much of their force.
The only difference is that Majak actually kicked the shield, while Onizuka Kyomaru only hit the shield and did not cause any real damage.
Just as Ma Jieke was about to take advantage of the situation to counterattack, this guy quickly disengaged and deliberately created some distance between them.
There was no way around it; the two contestants before him had suffered similar losses. Even if he just stood by and watched, he understood that this was an open-book exam.
Although the underlying principle is unclear, avoiding direct confrontation is always the right approach.
Just as Ma Jieke breathed a sigh of relief, Onizuka Kyomaru launched another charge, then skillfully changed direction during the charge, drawing a Z-shape on the field.
This is an advanced technique in Shoto-ryu Karate, which uses rapid movement and instantaneous changes of direction to make it difficult for the opponent to predict the correct attack path.
Immediately following was a deadly arc kick aimed straight at Ma Jieke's face.
If you hit the target, the game ends immediately; if you miss, they won't bother with you at all.
It's a bit like turn-based combat, but that's their training method—they only aim for a one-hit kill, and any action that can't result in a fatal blow is useless.
In desperation, Ma Jie simply stomped on the floor, activating [War Stomp].
Kijimaru suddenly felt dizzy and his body was immobilized while he was performing the action.
Ma Jie naturally wanted to make the most of this precious one second of dizziness, so he immediately grabbed Ma Jie's right leg, which was very close, and pressed down on his hip bone with his shoulder.
Having lost his balance, Onizuka Kyomaru was immediately thrown to the ground, and at the same time, his dizziness was lifted.
Ma Jie pounced on him and punched him hard in the face.
Kijimaru tried to block, but found that his reaction speed, both in his cerebellum and limbs, seemed to have slowed down.
Boom! This punch, delivered without reservation, slammed into his face.
Then came the second punch, and the third punch, each one delivered without reservation, causing the rough bandages to violently collide and rub against the fist and the human skin.
Just a few more punches and the passive attack speed of [Ruthless Combo] will be stacked up, and it will only be a matter of time before the battle is over.
However, reality is often contrary to expectations. Just as Ma Jieke was preparing to send him back to his hometown, a strange ringtone suddenly entered his ears.
"Stop!" The referee immediately rushed over to stop him, disrupting his punching rhythm.
As expected, Onizuka Kyomaru's head coach called a timeout, which is allowed under the game rules and each head coach can use it once.
However, in Max's opinion, what's the difference between forcibly interrupting the game when the offensive side has the advantage and cheating?
"I protest! I protest!" She stormed angrily toward the referee's table, loudly condemning the other side's shameless behavior.