sinovels Chapter 38 An eye for an eye
Chapter 38 An eye for an eye
Ma Cong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears in the silent training hall.
"Are you coming to the third match?"
These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, and everyone's attention shifted from Ma Cong to the tall, muscular black man at the front of the American team, a man nearly two meters tall with muscles like cast iron—"The Butcher."
The American team members had complex expressions on their faces, including anger, resentment, but mostly humiliation. They were SEAL Team Six, one of the world's top special forces units. They had come with the intention of exchanging ideas and providing "guidance," but now, one of their three elite instructors had been knocked unconscious with a single kick, another had been rendered incapacitated by a single punch, while the opposing head instructor, who looked like a high school student, hadn't even broken a sweat the entire time.
This is no longer communication; it's a one-sided crushing defeat!
Now the other side has directly challenged their head instructor, "The Butcher," which they see as an insult and a blatant slap in the face!
The Butcher's face was so dark it could drip water. He didn't answer immediately, his eyes fixed on Ma Cong in the arena like a hawk's, his brain racing as he analyzed the two battles that had just taken place.
The first match's bizarre kick, timed to the millisecond and angled with extreme cunning, he attributed to a special technique from an unfamiliar Eastern martial art, coupled with George's carelessness. But the second match's Xingyi Bengquan, with its seamless dodging and counter-attack, and the body control and power application it displayed, completely overturned his understanding—this was definitely not a coincidence!
The young man before him was a true, unfathomable fighting master! He was even stronger than any of the so-called "masters" he had ever encountered in the world!
"Interesting..." A long-lost bloodthirsty excitement surged in the Butcher's heart. He hadn't encountered an opponent who could arouse his interest in a long time. His teammates, including George and Tom, were just ordinary people with stronger bodies in his eyes. But this Chinese man in front of him was different. He could smell the dangerous aura of a fellow human in him.
"I'll do it."
The butcher finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, like the roar of a wild beast. As he spoke, he slowly took off the desert-colored combat uniform jacket he was wearing.
The moment he took off his shirt, a collective gasp filled the training hall, and even the Chinese team members couldn't help but shrink their pupils—it was terrifying!
This wasn't some "dead muscle" honed in a gym. Every muscle on his body was sharply defined, like granite, exuding explosive power. His bulging muscles were covered with a crisscrossing network of scars—knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and even bite marks from wild animals. These scars, like grotesque medals, silently told the story of the brutal battles he had endured.
The menacing seal tattoo on his neck seemed to come alive under the light, poised to devour its prey. Just standing there, the palpable killing intent and oppressive aura emanating from him made the nearby team members feel breathless.
"Is...is this guy even human?" Tank couldn't help but swallow hard. "Just how many people has he killed...?"
Shi Lei's expression also turned extremely solemn. He could sense that this man called "Butcher" was on a completely different level from the previous two. If George and Tom were wolves, then this Butcher was a prehistoric beast that had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
"Teacher Ma... can we win?" This thought uncontrollably popped into Shi Lei's mind for the first time. Not only him, but almost all the Chinese team members were on tenterhooks.
The elation on General Zhou and Qin Zhenshan's faces faded, replaced by deep worry. "Young friend..." Qin Zhenshan looked at Ma Cong with concern, "This man's killing intent is too strong; his attacks will be ruthless. Perhaps... we could consider this a draw?"
He was truly afraid, afraid that Ma Cong, the only hope for the revival of Chinese martial arts, would be lost here, and they could not afford such a price.
"Yes, Teacher Ma," General Zhou said in a deep voice, "We've already won two matches, and we've achieved our goal. There's no need to take this risk again."
Upon hearing this, Ma Cong smiled faintly and shook his head: "General, Elder Qin, have you forgotten what I said before? The reason I want to fight three matches is not only to win, but also to let them see clearly—to see clearly what true Chinese martial arts are."
His gaze fell once more on the towering figure who had reached the center of the arena. His eyes held no fear, only a hint of excitement. Yes, excitement. He could feel the blood in his veins slightly accelerating. Since obtaining the system and achieving mastery of martial arts, this was the first time he had encountered an opponent who could evoke such a feeling in him—a feeling that allowed him to unleash his full power without reservation.
"bring it on."
Ma Cong beckoned to the butcher with his finger, a provocative gesture exactly like George's earlier. But when he did it, no one thought it was arrogant, because he had the right to!
"roar!"
The butcher let out a low, inhuman growl. He didn't circle around like Tom, nor did he throw George to the ground; instead, he stomped his feet heavily on the ground—"Thump!"
The entire training hall floor seemed to tremble. Using this terrifying force, his massive body shot straight towards Ma Cong like a cannonball!
Simple, direct, and brutal! He was going to use his most prized absolute strength and speed to completely crush the man in front of him who posed a threat!
Faced with this violent impact that seemed capable of crushing a wall, Ma Cong's eyes instantly sharpened. His body suddenly sank downwards, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his waist and hips twisted slightly, and his hands moved up and down in front of his chest, one yin and one yang, slowly drawing a circle—the starting stance of Bajiquan.
"Hmph!" Looking at Ma Cong's defensive stance, the Butcher's eyes flashed with disdain. Take it head-on? Foolish! He refused to believe that anyone in this world could withstand his full-force charge—enough to kill a rhinoceros—with their own flesh and blood!
He could almost see the other person being smashed to pieces and sent flying backwards.
However, just before the two were about to collide, Ma Cong's body moved. His movement was the same as before, with minimal amplitude; his lower body remained as stable as a rock, but his upper body followed the force of the butcher's charge, drawing a small, smooth arc backward and to the side. At the same time, his hands, which were drawing circles, also stuck to the butcher's charging arms—not by directly resisting, but by "drawing" and "neutralizing" them.
The butcher felt his overwhelming, unstoppable power collide with his opponent's body the instant it touched, as if he had crashed into a rapidly spinning, bottomless vortex. Instead of receiving any effective reaction force, his power was instead pulled aside by a strange, spiraling force. His body, propelled by inertia, uncontrollably brushed past Ma Cong—leaving him wide open!
It's now!
Ma Cong's eyes flashed with a sharp light! His slightly leaning back body sprang back like a spring compressed to its limit! He exerted force with his feet, twisting his waist, thrusting his hips, and rotating his shoulders, channeling all his strength into a single point. His right elbow, like a battering sledgehammer, slammed into the butcher's exposed back, a vital spot exposed from his forward charge—the ultimate Bajiquan technique, "Heart-Piercing Elbow!"