funbook-pk Chapter 51 Unmatched Fist, Divine Sniper Li Shuwen
Chapter 51 Unmatched Fist, Divine Sniper Li Shuwen
"Didn't that old Taoist priest Xuan Yi come?" Chen Beixuan asked casually as he looked at the newcomer.
"Old Chen, you still expect him to come?" Qin Zhenshan snorted. "If he comes and watches his precious disciple get defeated, where will he put his face? Sending his disciple, if he loses, he can say 'the young man's skills are lacking.' But if he wins, Wudang's reputation will soar. That old fox, he's got a very shrewd plan!"
General Zhou, as the host, stood up and went to greet him.
"Welcome, Master Qingfeng, for your guidance." General Zhou extended his hand with a polite smile on his face.
Master Qingfeng merely bowed slightly, performing a Taoist greeting, without shaking hands with him.
"General, you are too kind. I have come not to offer guidance, but only to discuss the Dao. May I ask where Mr. Ma Cong is now?" His voice was cold, carrying a sense of aloofness that kept people at a distance.
General Zhou's hand froze awkwardly in mid-air, and the smile on his face stiffened for a moment.
Qin Zhenshan, watching from behind, grimaced and cursed inwardly, "That little brat, he's quite the actor!"
Just as the atmosphere became a little awkward, a calm voice came from not far away.
"I am Ma Cong."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ma Cong, dressed in a loose white training uniform, walking slowly from the direction of the dormitory building.
Behind him followed twenty disciples, including Shi Lei and Tank. Each of them stood tall and proud, exuding a solemn and imposing aura. Together, they radiated the awe-inspiring presence of iron-blooded soldiers.
Master Qingfeng's gaze immediately fell on Ma Cong.
He carefully examined the young man who had stirred up such a huge wave on the internet.
He's very young, looks like he's only in his early twenties.
He has a well-proportioned figure, is not particularly tall, and does not have exaggerated muscle mass.
His aura... was very steady, as steady as an ordinary person's, and you couldn't sense any expert's aura at all.
Qingfeng felt even more contemptuous.
"Returning to simplicity? No, this is just a manifestation of not knowing how to restrain one's aura, with one's strength dissipating outwards." He shook his head inwardly.
In his view, a true master's aura should be restrained and profound, like a bottomless ancient well. But Ma Cong was like a glass of plain water, the bottom of which could be seen at a glance.
"You're Ma Cong?" Qingfeng's tone carried a hint of scrutiny. "You look even younger than in the video."
"You are Master Qingfeng?" Ma Cong was also sizing him up. "Master, you have the air of an immortal, truly living up to your reputation."
Their eyes met in mid-air, as if invisible lightning was flashing between them.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
The chat room exploded with comments at that moment.
"Holy crap! I finally saw them! The one on the left is a Wudang master, and the one on the right is a grandmaster of Chinese martial arts!"
"That aura is incredible! It feels like the air itself is on fire!"
"Master Qingfeng is so handsome! His aura is like he stepped right out of a painting!"
"Teacher Ma is no slouch either! Look at his eyes, so calm it's terrifying! That's the true demeanor of a master!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Let's get started! I can't wait!"
A middle-aged Taoist priest behind Master Qingfeng stepped forward and announced loudly, "Today, Qingfeng, a disciple of the Songxi School of Wudang, and Mr. Ma Cong will have a public discussion on the Dao. The discussion will be divided into two parts: literary and martial. The literary part will focus on the principles of martial arts, while the martial part will discuss the relative strengths and weaknesses of each other. We will stop here to avoid damaging the harmony. We ask all of you to be our witnesses!"
After he finished speaking, he bowed to General Zhou and others in the observation seats.
"Very well!" General Zhou nodded. "Then please take your seats and let's begin our discussion!"
The staff had already set up an antique-style tea table and two cushions in the center of the training field.
Ma Cong and Qingfeng sat facing each other.
The camera lenses were pointed at them from various angles.
People all over China, and even around the world, who were watching this competition held their breath.
Everyone knew that a legendary martial arts showdown was about to begin.
Qingfeng looked at Ma Cong across from him, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and moved with elegance.
He decided to first completely destroy his opponent's confidence in martial arts through "literary discourse".
He wanted to make Ma Cong, and everyone watching the live stream, understand how shallow and ridiculous their so-called "national martial arts" were in the face of true Taoist esoteric tradition.
"Mr. Ma." Qingfeng put down his teacup and spoke slowly, his voice clearly transmitted throughout the venue and the internet via the microphone.
"I watched your video. Your fist techniques are powerful and fierce, and they are indeed quite formidable."
"But please forgive my bluntness, this is an external martial arts method, which may be good for a moment of bravery, but it is not a long-term solution. The true meaning of martial arts lies in the Tao, in Yin and Yang, in the balance of hardness and softness, and in the continuous cycle of life. Your fist technique has only hardness and no softness, only advance and no retreat, only life and no death, and it has already fallen into a lower level."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately labeled Ma Cong's martial arts skills as inferior.
The smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air.
The moment Master Qingfeng uttered those words, the atmosphere at the scene instantly changed.
On the observation panel, Qin Zhenshan's old face immediately darkened.
"Bullshit!" he couldn't help but mutter under his breath. "Bajiquan and Xingyiquan, and he calls them inferior? He doesn't know a damn thing about internal martial arts!"
Bajiquan and Xingyiquan are things Qin Zhenshan has practiced his whole life. Now they are being belittled in front of a national audience. How can he not be angry?
General Zhou's expression was also not good. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he could tell from the arrogance and belittling tone in the other party's words.
Only Chen Beixuan remained calm and composed, as if he hadn't heard anything. He simply watched Ma Cong with interest, wanting to see how he would respond.
Ma Cong's disciples were all filled with righteous indignation.
"What is this guy saying!" Tank's face turned red with anger, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Master's kung fu is inferior? Then what is he? A mediocre amateur?"
"Don't be impulsive," Shi Lei said, holding him back. "Master knows what he's doing. Listen to what Master has to say."