aircannonsinc Chapter 36 Trash! Die!
Chapter 36 Trash! Die!
Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.
Inside the training hall, the eyes of hundreds of people were all focused on the center of the field.
On the American delegation's side, the laughter that had been rising and falling abruptly stopped. The burly white man named Tom's mocking expression froze, his mouth slightly agape, as if he had witnessed something completely incomprehensible.
On the Chinese side, Shi Lei and Tank, along with twenty other team members, stared wide-eyed, their breaths catching in their throats.
They had imagined countless ways for the stallion teacher to win.
It might be the same move they used to knock the tank away before, "sticking to the mountain".
It could also be using some kind of more mysterious martial art that they haven't learned yet.
They even wondered if Teacher Ma would also use ground techniques to compete against this Jiu-Jitsu champion.
But they never expected it to be such a... simple to the point of being brutal, yet so precise as to be outrageous.
One kick.
It was just a simple kick.
There were no fancy leg techniques, no amazing explosive power, and you couldn't even tell how much force was used.
Just as the Jiu-Jitsu expert named George lunged at his lower body at top speed, Ma Cong raised his foot and gently stepped on the other man's face.
This action looked so casual, so nonchalant.
It's like walking along and casually stepping on a cockroach that's rushing towards you.
"Bang."
A muffled thud.
It was much quieter than the sound of the tank being knocked away by the "mountain lean" earlier; it even sounded somewhat crisp.
The Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu world champion named George suddenly stopped in his forward momentum. He was frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in place, still in his forward lunge position.
Then, his body went limp and he fell backward.
On his face, a clear mark with the pattern of a shoe sole was rapidly swelling and turning red. Blood was gushing uncontrollably from his nostrils.
He did not scream or struggle.
He lay there on the ground, his eyes rolled back, completely unconscious.
one second.
From the moment General Zhou shouted "Begin!" to the moment George collapsed and couldn't get up.
The whole process took less than a second.
If Ma Cong's move of knocking the tank away had shocked the team members, then...
So now, this kick has brought a sense of horror to all the audience members present that is almost absurd and indescribable.
too fast.
That's too easy.
It happened so fast that no one could even see what was happening.
It's so simple that it makes you wonder if you're dreaming.
"This...this is it?" Tank murmured, his mouth agape. He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.
That's a world champion!
Just like that... he was knocked unconscious by a single stomp?
Shi Lei's heart was pounding.
He sees things more clearly than others.
He knew that Teacher Ma's kick, though seemingly simple, contained an incredible grasp of timing, distance, and angle!
George could react even if it were a fraction of a second earlier or later.
An inch higher or lower would not produce the same effect.
This is no longer a matter of technique.
This is... art!
It is a state of returning to simplicity by integrating martial arts into the body's instincts!
"Teacher Ma... he didn't even... stand on the stake." A team member muttered softly.
These words were like a bomb, exploding in the hearts of all the team members.
Yes!
They then realized what was happening.
From beginning to end, Ma Cong just stood there casually, without striking the "Hun Yuan Zhuang" stance that they had been practicing hard these past few days.
But the moment he lifted his foot, his center of gravity became as stable as if he were rooted to the ground.
What does this tell us?
This shows that Teacher Ma has mastered the standing meditation technique to the core, making it an instinct of his body!
He is always on the "stake"!
"Hitting someone is like walking, taking a step is like plowing a field..." Ma Cong's words echoed in Shi Lei's mind once again.
Previously, he only vaguely understood it.
Now, looking at the young figure in the field calmly retracting his foot as if he had only done something insignificant, he felt that he... really understood.
This is what is meant by "hitting someone is like walking".
The most lethal attack was delivered with the most ordinary movements, without a trace of artifice.
On the American side, there was a deathly silence.
Everyone's face was filled with astonishment and confusion.
"Fuck! What happened?"
"George... he was... stomped unconscious?"
"This can't be! It must be a coincidence! George was careless!"
They could not accept this outcome.
In their view, this was not a fight at all; it was an accident.
For the first time, a change in expression appeared on the "Butcher's" charcoal-black face.
His brows furrowed tightly. The previous disdain and nonchalance were gone from his eyes; in their place was extreme seriousness and... a hint of confusion.
He couldn't see it clearly either.
But he could sense that the moment Ma Cong lifted his foot, an extremely restrained yet incredibly precise force burst forth.
That's not muscle strength.
It was a power he had never seen before and could not comprehend at all.
Two American soldiers reacted quickly and rushed onto the field to carry the unconscious George off the field.
The expressions on General Zhou and Qin Zhenshan's faces were no longer excitement, but rather a kind of almost stunned ecstasy.
They exchanged a glance and saw the same message in each other's eyes.
You made the right bet!
We made the right bet!
Qin Zhenshan's hands were trembling slightly. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.
He has practiced boxing his whole life and believes that his understanding of Chinese martial arts has reached a very high level.
But he realized today that he probably hasn't even really touched the door of Chinese martial arts.
This kind of fighting style, this level of skill... he had only heard about it from his advisor, in those legendary stories!
Ignoring the reactions of those around him, Ma Cong calmly looked at "The Butcher" and asked, "Who's going for the second round?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet training hall.
The American team members all wore expressions of anger.
In their view, Ma Cong's question was a blatant provocation!
"I'll do it!"
A man with a muscular build, dark skin, and fierce eyes stood out from the crowd.
He is the Muay Thai expert that General Zhou mentioned earlier, who has fought in hundreds of professional matches in Thailand and is nicknamed "Meat Grinder"!
"Tom! Tear him to pieces!"
"Let him see what real fighting is like!"
The American team members cheered him on.
"The Butcher" looked at the Muay Thai expert named Tom, nodded, and commanded in a cold voice, "Don't try anything. Use your strongest moves to finish him off."
"Yes, sir!"
Tom roared and took off his shirt, revealing a muscular upper body covered in scars and tattoos.
His muscles weren't as well-proportioned as George's; instead, they were blocky and extremely explosive. His calves and arms were wrapped in the shrouds typical of Muay Thai fighters, a symbol of their prayer for victory.
He walked to the center of the field and stood facing Ma Cong.
His eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, were fixed intently on Ma Cong.
He learned from George's lesson.
He knew that the seemingly frail Chinese man in front of him was definitely not as simple as he appeared on the surface.
He raised his hands in front of him, assuming a standard Muay Thai fighting stance. His body swayed slightly, and his feet bounced rhythmically on the ground.
He was looking for an opportunity.
It's also about building up momentum for oneself.
The atmosphere in the training hall became tense again.
Everyone knew that the next match would be the real, head-to-head showdown!