radiothebook Chapter 118: Use Wing Chun to defeat Wing Chun!
Chapter 118: Use Wing Chun to defeat Wing Chun!
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye amidst everyone's anticipation.
Chengnan Gymnasium, the night of the decisive battle.
The atmosphere in the stadium tonight is completely different from the previous two times.
If the first two events were fan meetings and execution ceremonies, then tonight's event is more like a martial arts tournament.
The front row of the audience was no longer filled with enthusiastic fans, but with martial arts practitioners from all over the country.
Surrounding Sun Changqing and Wang Benlei were many elderly men with calm demeanor and sharp eyes. They were renowned masters of various Northern martial arts styles, such as Bagua, Xingyi, and Tongbei Quan, whom Sun Changqing had invited.
Opposite them sat another group of people.
Leading the group was a Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, eyes closed in meditation. Beside him sat a Tai Chi practitioner from Chenjiagou, his face serious and unsmiling. Representatives from other schools, including Southern Cai Li Fo and Hung Kuen, were also present.
These people were all "enthusiastically" invited by the Wushu Association.
They looked at each other with complex expressions—warning, scrutiny, but mostly a shared sense of antagonism.
In their view, Ma Cong's actions today are no longer about exposing frauds, but a provocation against the entire traditional martial arts world order.
They came today to see what tricks this arrogant young man was up to.
Meanwhile, Zhao Lixin, the vice president of the martial arts association, acted like a host, moving among these prestigious sects, chatting and laughing, and constantly stirring up trouble.
"Esteemed seniors, esteemed sect leaders. Today's battle is of paramount importance! It concerns the future of our national martial arts. Whether we remain stagnant or embark on bold reforms, the outcome will be decided tonight!"
"Although Ma Cong acts domineeringly, our martial arts association partially agrees with his philosophy of 'testing truth through actual combat.' Our traditional martial arts do indeed need some changes."
His words, though seemingly righteous, successfully planted a thorn in the hearts of these old-school martial artists.
You see, it's not that our martial arts association is forcing you, it's that the times are forcing you to change. That Ma Cong is a pioneer of the times.
……
It was exactly 8 p.m.
Amidst the complex gazes of the audience, Ding Hao was the first to take the stage.
He was still bald, shirtless, and wearing only black training pants.
Instead of using the players' tunnel, he walked quietly step by step from one side of the audience seating area onto the ring.
He bowed deeply to the audience in all directions below the ring.
Then, he stood in the center of the ring, made a Wing Chun "asking for directions" gesture, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.
He exuded an aura of tragic heroism and resolute determination.
A moment later, Ma Cong appeared at the entrance of the passage.
The moment he appeared, the atmosphere in the entire venue was instantly ignited.
"Horse God! Horse God!"
The cheers from the fans were still deafening.
Ma Cong stepped onto the ring and stood opposite Ding Hao.
He didn't put on a show like Ding Hao did; he just looked at him calmly.
"Are you ready?" Ma Cong asked.
Ding Hao opened his eyes, his gaze resolute: "We will fight to the death."
"Okay." Ma Cong nodded.
The referee stepped forward, about to announce the start of the match.
Ma Cong waved his hand, picked up the microphone, and addressed the audience:
"Today's battle is not a personal feud, but a clash of ideologies."
"Mr. Ding Hao has come to vindicate Wing Chun. I, Ma Cong, have also come to vindicate Chinese martial arts."
"Therefore, I will not use Bajiquan today."
His words caused an uproar in the room.
If he doesn't use Bajiquan, then what will he use? Will he use that unpredictable "罡气" again?
Even the representatives from prestigious and respectable families in the guest seats frowned.
"What's that kid up to now?"
Amidst everyone's confusion, Ma Cong looked at Ding Hao and slowly assumed a starting stance.
When the pose was clearly seen, everyone in the know gasped in shock.
Ding Hao's pupils contracted sharply!
Because Ma Cong was making the same "asking for directions" gesture from Wing Chun!
Moreover, his posture was even more standard and composed than Ding Hao's own!
The posture of slouching shoulders and elbows, chest in and back straight, and the stable stance with the energy sinking to the dantian as steady as Mount Tai, are all signs of a master who has been immersed in this art for decades.
"He...he knows Wing Chun too?!"
"How is this possible?! Isn't he a practitioner of Bajiquan?"
"My God, what kind of monster is this person?!"
In the guest seats, those old masters who had just looked disdainful sat up straight, their faces filled with disbelief.
It is already unbelievable that a nineteen-year-old boy could practice Bajiquan to the level of "divine strike".
Now, he can actually use such pure Wing Chun skills?
This isn't just genius, this is monster!
At the Wushu Association's seat, Zhao Lixin's smile froze completely.
He suddenly had a very ominous premonition.
On the stage, Ding Hao looked at Ma Cong, his heart filled with unparalleled shock.
But he quickly regained his composure, and his fighting spirit only intensified.
"Okay! Please!"
He shouted loudly, his feet moved in a "two-character clamping sheep horse" stance, and he charged towards Ma Cong like an arrow released from a bow!
"Sun-shaped Rising Fist!"
His fists, like raindrops, created a rapid whooshing sound as they aimed straight for Ma Cong's center!
This is the most basic and core attack method in Wing Chun!
Faced with Ding Hao's relentless and fierce attacks, Ma Cong did not retreat but instead advanced.
His face remained expressionless as he lowered his arms and flipped his wrists.
"Spread out, arms, and kneel!"
Spread your hands, raise your arms, lower your hands!
It is also the most basic defensive technique in Wing Chun!
Ding Hao's fist was as fast as lightning.
Ma Cong's defense, however, was like mercury flowing across the ground, airtight and impenetrable.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The two men's arms collided repeatedly within a small space, producing a series of dense, popping sounds like popping beans!
Ding Hao's expression grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed!
Every punch he threw was easily neutralized by Ma Cong using the most exquisite force-dissipating techniques.
He felt like he wasn't hitting a person, but rather hitting a ball of cotton, a ball of cotton that he couldn't break through no matter what!
Ma Cong, on the other hand, was using his body to give Ding Hao and everyone else in the audience a most vivid "Wing Chun teaching lesson"!
"Your midfield defense is too tight!"
While defending, Ma Cong spoke, his voice clearly carrying throughout the entire arena.
"Wing Chun emphasizes 'retaining the incoming attack and yielding the outgoing attack, then striking straight ahead with a flick of the wrist.' You've only remembered the straight ahead attack, but you've forgotten the retaining the incoming attack and yielding the outgoing attack!"
Before he could finish speaking, his wrist suddenly jerked!
"Stick hands!"
His arms, like a leech, instantly stuck to Ding Hao's arms!
Ding Hao was terrified. He tried to pull his hand away, but found that his arm was clamped in an iron clamp and he couldn't move it!
"Your bridge man is too stiff!"
Ma-Cong's voice rang out again.
"The bridge in Wing Chun is the bridge of listening to the opponent's force, not the bridge of brute force! You need to use your arms to 'listen' to the opponent's strength, instead of using brute force to resist!"
As he spoke, his body suddenly sank, and he delivered a powerful stunt with his foot!
"Bang!"
A short but powerful force was instantly transmitted to Ding Hao through their joined arms!
Instant strike!
The power of Wing Chun!
Ding Hao felt a tremendous force coming from his chest, and he uncontrollably staggered back seven or eight steps before he could barely stand up, his blood surging.
He clutched his chest, staring at Ma Cong in horror.
Lost.
With just one move, he knew he had lost.
A complete and utter defeat.
His opponent not only overwhelmed him in strength and speed, but also in the "principles" of Wing Chun, which he was most proud of!
"Why..." Ding Hao's voice trembled slightly with confusion, "Why... do you also know Wing Chun... and..."
"And you're even better at it than me, right?" Ma Cong calmly took over his words.
He withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back.
"As I said, this battle is to vindicate Chinese martial arts."
"I want to tell everyone that it's not that Wing Chun is bad, nor is it that traditional Chinese martial arts are bad."
"It's you guys who practiced it wrong!"
"It is you so-called successors who have turned the precious knowledge passed down from our ancestor into a grotesque mess!"
His voice, like a resounding bell, shocked all the representatives of the "reputable sects" present, causing them to turn pale and feel extremely uncomfortable.
"True martial arts are killing techniques, a practical skill honed through countless trials!"
"Instead of keeping them hidden away, like antiques, and taking them to your graves!"
Ma Cong's gaze swept over everyone in the guest seats.
"Today, I will use Wing Chun to defeat Wing Chun."
"One day, I too can use Tai Chi to defeat Tai Chi, and use Bagua to defeat Bagua."
"I'm giving you two choices."
"First, join my National Martial Arts Alliance, break down sectarian barriers, share resources, and work together to promote and develop national martial arts!"
"Second, keep up your ridiculous rules and wait for me to come knocking on your door one by one!"
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
Ma Cong, in front of the entire world, issued a final ultimatum to the entire traditional martial arts world!