radiothebook Chapter 39 This is the true hero!
Chapter 39 This is the true hero!
"Hit the heart!"
This elbow strike was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, and a piercing sound like tearing cloth could be heard in the air—this was a "sonic boom" that could only be produced when speed and power reached their limits!
On the sidelines, Qin Zhenshan's eyes widened suddenly: "Oh no!" he exclaimed in alarm.
Bajiquan is inherently a fierce and violent killing technique, and the "Heart-Piercing Elbow" is one of the most ruthless and vicious killing moves in Bajiquan! If this elbow strikes solidly, targeting the back of the heart, one of the most vulnerable and vital parts of the human body... it can be fatal!
He never expected that Ma Cong would resort to such a ruthless tactic!
However, just when everyone thought the butcher would die on the spot from that elbow strike, something unexpected happened!
The butcher, who had lost his balance due to his forward momentum and was about to be struck in the back, displayed the terrifying combat instincts of a top-tier killing machine in that instant—his body twisted in mid-air at an angle that completely defied the laws of human biomechanics! His left arm, like a steel whip, blocked backward with a fierce and devastating force!
"Bang!"
A sound more muffled and terrifying than any previous impact resounded throughout the training hall! Ma Cong's elbow and Butcher's forearm collided solidly, and a visible shockwave spread outwards from the point of contact!
Ma Cong swayed slightly, while the Butcher seemed to have been gored by a raging bull. His massive body could no longer maintain its balance, and he stumbled back five or six steps, each step leaving clear footprints on the hard ground. He barely stopped when he reached the edge of the fighting mat, his left arm, which he used for blocking, hanging unnaturally at his side, trembling slightly, the skin on his arm completely turned bluish-purple.
He looked up, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of fear for the first time as he stared at Ma Cong. He felt as if his left arm had been hit by a speeding truck; his entire arm was numb, and the bones felt as if they were cracked. He couldn't imagine how that seemingly unremarkable elbow could unleash such terrifying power—it was power beyond human capabilities!
The training hall was deathly silent. Everyone was speechless, stunned by the lightning-fast exchange. It was too fast! Too fierce! And too dangerous! In that split second of attack and defense, if either side had reacted even a fraction of a second slower, they would probably be lying on the ground by now.
Shi Lei and his teammates were on tenterhooks, their palms sweating and their backs cold. This was a true clash of top-tier fighters! Compared to this, all their previous so-called combat exercises were like children playing house!
"That was close!" General Zhou let out a long breath, only to find that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
Qin Zhenshan's face was filled with confusion. He looked at Ma Cong in the arena, his brows furrowed. "Something's not right..." he muttered to himself. "That elbow strike to the heart just now, the power was at its peak, why... didn't it break through his defense?"
Based on his understanding of Bajiquan, the force of Ma Cong's elbow strike just now would have been enough to smash through not just an arm, but even a steel plate! Yet the butcher actually took it with his arm, and although he looked badly injured, he was clearly not seriously hurt. This doesn't make sense! Could it be... that you held back, young friend?
Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure it out, Ma Cong, looking at the wary butcher, slowly shook his head: "Your body is very strong; your raw strength and explosive power are even superior to mine. It's a pity..."
Ma Cong's tone carried a hint of regret: "You're using brute force, the force of muscles, the force of bones. But I'm using energy—it's alive. You don't understand."
After speaking, Ma Cong's stance changed again. He was no longer in the fierce and unparalleled starting posture of Bajiquan. His feet slightly shifted on the ground, and his whole body, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, began to slowly move in an extremely strange S-shaped path. His hands, like two nimble snakes emerging from their holes, constantly coiled and intertwined in front of him—Baguazhang, You Shen Bu!
Upon seeing Ma Cong's completely new stance, the Butcher's pupils constricted sharply. He sensed an aura from this stance that was even more dangerous and eerie than the Bajiquan he had just used. If the Ma Cong of the past was a powerful hammer capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, then the Ma Cong of the present was a deadly viper lurking in the shadows, its tongue flicking out!
He dared not charge straight at him again, his injured left arm still throbbing with pain, a reminder of just how formidable his opponent was. He forced himself to move, trying to keep up with Ma Cong's pace, but quickly realized with despair—he couldn't keep up!
Ma Cong's footwork was too unpredictable! It moved erratically, left and right, forward and backward, seemingly not fast, but every step landed on his most vulnerable spots. He felt like a clumsy bear being toyed with; no matter how he moved, his opponent remained in his blind spot, outside his attack range. And his opponent's two serpentine arms were like two invisible nets, firmly enveloping him.
He felt his momentum being gradually eroded by the other party, his breathing became rapid, and a sense of irritation and fear began to grow in his heart.
"roar!"
The butcher could no longer hold back. He roared and, disregarding rhythm and openings, swung his intact right fist like a giant axe splitting a mountain, smashing it fiercely towards Ma Cong's figure! He wanted to use the purest violence to break this suffocating and eerie field!
However, just as his fist was about to strike Ma Cong, Ma Cong's elusive figure suddenly stopped! His left hand, like a soft feather, gently touched the butcher's wrist as it came down—Tai Chi, sticky force!
The butcher felt as if his fist, powerful enough to kill a bull, had struck a ball of cotton; all the force was dissolved into nothingness by a spiraling upward force the moment they made contact.
In the instant his punch missed and he was filled with inexplicable horror, Ma Cong's right hand moved. His five fingers, brought together like the sharp beak of a white crane, pecked upwards at an incredible angle toward the butcher's throat—the white crane spreads its wings, the crane pecks!
This move was insidious, vicious, and incredibly fast!
The butcher's pupils dilated to their maximum size instantly; he sensed the approach of death!