togophonebook Chapter 16 Is this the power of Chinese martial arts?
Chapter 16 Is this the power of Chinese martial arts?
Ma Cong suddenly lowered his legs, pressed his body even lower, bulged his right leg muscles, and took a step back, planting his foot firmly on the ground.
"Boom!"
It's not an illusion.
A deep rumble of thunder indeed echoed in the air.
"Depend on!"
A furious shout.
Ma Cong's entire body, like a volcano that had been detonated, suddenly crashed forward.
His right shoulder, along with most of his body, transformed into a giant axe that splits mountains.
The surrounding air was torn apart by his violent movements, forming visible white streams of air.
The asphalt road beneath his feet could no longer withstand the terrifying force and cracked open!
Gravel and yellow sand flew everywhere.
The leaves of several surrounding trees were whipped up by this airflow, forming small tornadoes.
In the blink of an eye.
"Bang--!!!"
A deafening bang, loud enough to pierce eardrums, echoed throughout the entire block.
Ma Cong's shoulder slammed solidly into the front of the bread truck.
The steel-cast front of the vehicle, in an instant, was as if struck head-on by a battering ram, denting deeply inward at an exaggerated angle.
"Squeak—!"
The van's tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, billowing out thick black smoke.
The immense impact caused Ma Cong to slide backward half a step.
"roar!"
He roared and stomped his left foot forward.
"Snap!"
The hard cement road surface was as smooth as tofu, and he stepped right through it.
His left foot, from the ankle down, was completely submerged in the ground!
"Get up! For me!"
Ma Cong's eyes were bloodshot, his muscles were tense, and he used his waist and abdomen to thrust his body forward again.
He actually managed to lift the front of that bread cart, which weighed over a ton, by force!
"Aaaaaaahh ...
He let out another earth-shattering roar, and his already tattered vest exploded into countless fragments with a loud "bang".
The final burst of energy and blood.
boom!
The crazy bread cart was as if it had been slammed by an invisible giant hand, and it was sent flying more than a meter away before crashing heavily to the ground.
The world fell silent.
Ma Cong stood still, his muscles displaying an unnatural crimson hue, like a demon god crawling out of hell.
Blood slowly trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
The clothes on his shoulders were worn through and bloody.
Beneath his feet were two deep, bone-revealing furrows that stretched from his original spot to where he was now standing.
The ravine was filled with rubble and his own blood.
Those were the plow marks his legs left on the ground when he was knocked back and forced to regain his balance.
The entire road has become dilapidated.
Both the onlookers at the scene and the millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were stunned.
They stared blankly at the road, now a ruin, and at the figure of the boy who seemed both divine and demonic.
The same question arose in everyone's mind:
Is this the power of traditional Chinese martial arts?
Among the crowd, Zhou Xing was the first to move.
She seemed to wake up from a nightmare, letting out a sob that sounded like crying, and rushed towards Ma Cong without thinking.
She ignored the rubble and debris under her feet.
She didn't care about the blood all over the ground.
She ran up to Ma Cong and saw his horrific appearance, covered in blood and with his shoulder a bloody mess. She reached out her hand, but then stopped in mid-air, too afraid to touch him.
Tears silently streamed down her cheeks.
"Well……"
Ma Cong let out a muffled groan, his demon-like body swayed, and he knelt down on one knee.
"Ma Cong!"
Zhou Xing cried out in alarm and knelt down as well, holding him tightly in her arms with all her might, letting him lean against her.
"fine."
Ma Cong's voice was a little hoarse, but still relatively steady.
"Your blood and qi are churning quite badly, and you've broken a few bones, but it's a minor issue."
He spoke casually, but it was clear that his internal organs had been severely impacted.
Fortunately, the martial arts inheritance system is full of healing medicines, and this kind of injury can be healed in ten days to half a month.
"Waaah—waaah—"
The piercing sound of sirens grew louder as they approached, breaking the stillness in the air.
Ambulances, police cars, and even fire trucks rushed over one after another.
The car door opened, and a squad of armed police officers got off first. When they saw what was in front of them, they were all stunned.
The ground was littered with groaning, writhing wounded people; a rough count suggested there were at least thirty or forty.
The ground was full of potholes, and the hard stone pavement looked like it had been blasted; it was a demolition site.
What the hell happened? The gangsters started shooting and using grenades?
A young police officer quickly ran up to the armed police captain and handed him his phone, which had been recording a video.
"Captain, look at this."
The captain took the phone, glanced at it, and unconsciously tightened his grip on it.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the chaotic crowd, landing precisely on the boy who was being held in the girl's arms and kneeling on the ground.
Is that monster in the video him?
"Captain, there are many eyewitnesses at the scene, and... there's also a live stream with millions of people watching online."
The young police officer's voice trembled.
The captain's face turned ashen.
This has blown up way too much.
The impact was extremely negative; Jincheng lost all face.
He could foresee that the higher-ups would seize this opportunity to launch a massive crackdown across the city.
"Calling command center! Requesting backup! There are too many injured people at the scene; our vehicles can't hold them all!"
The captain gave instructions over the walkie-talkie.
"Get the injured to the hospital first; we'll talk about the statement later!"
He knew that the boy was a victim and that he was acting in self-defense.
But the damage was so enormous that the necessary procedures had to be followed.
The captain took a deep breath and strode towards Ma Cong.
"Young man, I am the head of the Armed Police Detachment of Jincheng City. There are some situations that require you to come back with us to cooperate with the investigation."
Upon hearing this, Ma Cong prepared to struggle to stand up from Zhou Xing's embrace.
"Don't move!"
Zhou Xing suddenly erupted.
She gripped Ma Cong's shoulders tightly, her eyes bloodshot, and yelled at the armed police captain, "Didn't you see how badly he's injured?! He needs to go to the hospital, not to your place to give some bullshit statement!"
Ma Cong was stunned.
He had never seen the gentle Zhou Xingfa so angry.
The armed police captain was also somewhat embarrassed.
He looked at the boy's horrific injuries and recalled the inhuman fighting power in the video, and his attitude immediately softened.
Dealing with such an illogical existence requires caution.
"I'm sorry, it was my oversight."
The captain immediately apologized.
"Ambulance! There's a seriously injured person here! Get them to the hospital immediately!"
Ma Cong wanted to say that he had medicine and didn't need to go to the hospital.
But seeing Zhou Xing's extremely worried expression, he swallowed back the words he was about to say and finally nodded.