tkworld Chapter 54 The Great Age of Martial Arts: Taking Defeat Against Me is an Honor
Chapter 54 The Great Age of Martial Arts: Taking Defeat Against Me is an Honor
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
Whether it was the vast training ground or the hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the screen, at this moment, everyone was speechless.
Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, looking at the white figure standing with his hands behind his back in the center of the arena with the eyes of someone looking at a god.
What just happened?
They didn't see it clearly.
All they saw was the two of them put their hands together, and then the ethereal-looking Taoist priest Qingfeng was sent flying backward as if he had been hit by a train, and he even coughed up blood.
Ma Cong, on the other hand, didn't move an inch from start to finish.
This……
Is this fucking Tai Chi?
This is even more powerful than Bajiquan!
"This...this is...over?" General Zhou stammered from the observation seats, feeling that his worldview had been repeatedly refreshed today and was about to shatter.
"It's over." Qin Zhenshan let out a long breath, his voice filled with endless emotion and a hint of... fear.
Yes, fear.
For the first time, fear filled his eyes as he looked at Ma Cong.
He understood what that tremor had meant.
That's the "inch power" in Tai Chi, also called "shaking feather power," which is a high-level application of hidden power.
The entire body's unified energy is compressed to its limit and released like a spring at the moment of contact.
Its force is subtle yet extremely penetrating, specifically designed to injure the internal organs.
He himself could barely use it, but he could never do it as effortlessly as Ma Cong, and with such terrifying power.
Even from this distance, he could feel the gust of wind that scattered when Master Qingfeng was blasted away.
"A monster... truly a monster..." Qin Zhenshan muttered to himself. "If that old Taoist priest Xuan Yi saw this scene, he would probably shatter his Taoist heart on the spot and cripple his martial arts."
A solemn expression also appeared on Chen Beixuan's face.
He knew Ma Cong was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.
Using Tai Chi against Tai Chi, he injured the renowned Wudang genius with hidden force within a single move.
This skill and technique can no longer be described as "genius".
This is a "Grandmaster"!
He was a true master who founded his own school of thought and whose name will be remembered in history!
"I...I lost..."
Master Qingfeng sat on the ground, staring blankly at his hands, his eyes unfocused.
He couldn't accept this fact.
His Tai Chi skills, which he had painstakingly cultivated for twenty years, and his proud Hunyuan internal strength, were rendered utterly vulnerable in front of his opponent, like a toy for a three-year-old child.
The opponent didn't even use the powerful and fierce boxing techniques like Bajiquan or Xingyiquan.
He completely overwhelmed me simply by using his most proficient skill, Tai Chi.
What an enormous gap this is!
What a cruel humiliation this is!
His martial spirit completely collapsed at this moment.
"Junior brother!"
His two fellow disciples exclaimed in surprise and rushed over to help him up.
"How are you?"
"I...I'm fine..." Qingfeng shook his head. His injuries were not serious. Ma Cong's hidden force was more of a shock and a deterrent, aimed at destroying his energy structure rather than killing him.
But the wounds in one's heart are more severe than any physical injury.
"Why...why did this happen..." he murmured to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and resentment.
"Because your Tai Chi is dead."
Ma Cong's voice came calmly.
"You've only learned the form and the power of Tai Chi, but you haven't learned the 'intention' of Tai Chi."
"Tai Chi originates from Wuji and is the mother of Yin and Yang. It is not a set of fixed moves or a fixed force. It is a philosophy, a philosophy that embraces all things and encompasses all rivers."
"You can use it for health preservation, for martial arts, or for self-cultivation. It can be both extremely gentle and extremely strong. Its form depends on the person using it."
"In your mind, there is only sectarianism and a distinction between superior and inferior, so your Tai Chi only has a narrow 'shell.' But in my mind, there are no such things. Therefore, what I use is the true Tai Chi."
Ma Cong's words struck Qingfeng's heart like a series of heavy blows.
It also struck a chord with all martial artists.
Yes, what should true Tai Chi, true Chinese martial arts, be like?
Is it about clinging to outdated ideas and remaining stagnant, or about embracing diversity and keeping pace with the times?
The answer is self-evident.
Qingfeng stared blankly at Ma Cong, the confusion in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a complex and enigmatic light.
He seemed to... understand somewhat.
But he was not willing to give up!
He still has one last trump card!
"I...I haven't lost yet!"
Qingfeng suddenly broke free from his fellow disciples' support, staring intently at Ma Cong, a mad flame burning in his eyes.
"In fist techniques, I am inferior to you! But in Wudang, the strongest weapon is not fist, but sword!"
He whirled around and roared at his senior brother, "Sword, come!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest's expression changed, and he hesitated before saying, "Junior brother, the sect leader instructed us to stop short of defeat..."
"I told you to give me the sword!" Qingfeng's voice was shrill and mad.
The middle-aged Taoist priest sighed, but ultimately handed over the simple wooden box.
Qingfeng snatched the wooden box and opened it.
"bass--"
A clear and melodious dragon roar resounded throughout the entire venue.
An ancient, narrow longsword, shimmering with a faint purple light, appeared before everyone.
As soon as the sword was drawn, a chilling aura instantly spread out, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.
"The Purple Cloud Sword!"
In the audience, Chen Beixuan and Qin Zhenshan exclaimed in surprise at the same time.
"That old bastard Xuan Yi actually gave him the most precious treasure in the mountain?" Qin Zhenshan looked incredulous.
"He's gone mad!" Chen Beixuan's expression also turned extremely solemn. "This sword is incredibly sharp, a deadly weapon. How can Ma Cong, unarmed, possibly block it?!"
General Zhou was also anxious. He was about to call a halt when Chen Beixuan grabbed him and held him down.
"Don't move! Let's see what that kid has to say!"
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
Holding the Purple Cloud Sword, Qingfeng's entire aura changed.
That incomparably sharp sword energy merged with his person, making him look like a peerless divine weapon unsheathed.
"Ma Cong!" Qingfeng pointed his longsword diagonally, his voice icy cold. "I'm giving you one last chance! Take back your fallacies and admit that Bajiquan and Xingyiquan are inferior martial arts! Otherwise, I will show no mercy under my Zixiao Sword!"
He's been driven to a dead end and has to resort to the advantage of weapons to forcefully save face.
Everyone looked at Ma Cong, watching to see how he would handle this seemingly inescapable predicament.
Some people think he will back down, after all, facing a powerful weapon with bare hands is suicidal.
Some people think he will request a pause and demand the use of weapons as well.
However, Ma Cong's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations.
He looked at Qingfeng, who stood with a sword in hand, exuding a menacing aura. Instead of showing any tension, he revealed a... strange smile.
In that smile, there was helplessness, regret, and a hint of... sympathy?
He sighed softly, and then, to everyone's astonishment, he stretched out his right hand, pointing his index and middle fingers at Qingfeng.
His movements were elegant and unrestrained, as if he were not facing a peerless, deadly sword, but rather pointing out the landscape.
Then, in a voice more aloof and cold than the breeze, as if it came from the heavens above, he slowly said:
"Speaking of swordsmanship..."
"Unfortunately, I know a little bit too."