ryethenovel Chapter 32 Divine Sniper vs. Divine Sniper
Chapter 32 Divine Sniper vs. Divine Sniper
"You think this is a waste of time?" Ma Cong asked, looking at the tank.
"Yes!" the tank answered without hesitation.
"Okay." Ma Cong nodded. "Then I'll show you whether this is a waste of time or not."
He waved to the tank.
"Come here. Attack me with your best moves."
Tank was taken aback, then a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
His specialty is close-quarters wrestling. With his bull-like strength, no one in the team, except for captain Shi Lei, can beat him in wrestling.
"Teacher Ma, you said it yourself!"
With a roar, the tank charged towards Ma Cong, its massive body resembling a real tank!
His goal was clear: he would use his weight and strength advantage to tackle Ma Cong to the ground and then use his best ground techniques to lock him down completely!
He didn't believe that no matter how steady you were, you could still do something after being tackled by a strong man like me who weighs over 200 pounds!
Despite the tank's fierce charge, Ma Cong remained standing still, without even changing his "rounded stance".
Just as the tank was about to collide with him.
Ma Cong's body moved.
His movements were very strange.
His lower body remained as stable as a rock, completely unmoved.
But his upper body, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, leaned slightly backward and to one side due to the force of the tank's impact.
Xingyi, Snake Form!
This movement, though minimal, was perfectly executed.
Tank's determined lunge missed its mark instantly. He felt as if he had lunged into thin air; the immense impact caused him to stagger and nearly fall.
And just as his body leaned forward, his old strength exhausted and his new strength yet to arise, in that instant...
Ma Cong's slightly leaning body suddenly bounced back!
His right arm, like a long spear, thrust forward smoothly.
He didn't use his fist or his palm.
He simply leaned lightly against the side of the tank's forward-leaning body with his shoulder, his elbow, and the outside of his forearm.
Bajiquan, leaning against the mountain!
This leaning back seemed casual and unassuming, devoid of any worldly concerns.
But what it contains is Ma Cong's "whole-body strength" that has been honed through countless trials and tribulations, originating from standing meditation and flowing throughout his entire body!
"Bang!"
A dull, heart-stopping thud.
The tank, weighing over 200 pounds and as strong as a bear, felt as if it had been hit by a train engine the moment it made contact with Ma Cong's body.
His massive body flew out sideways at an incredible angle!
It traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the grass five meters away, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.
He lay on the ground, clutching his ribs, his mouth agape, but he couldn't even let out a scream.
His face was filled with pain and confusion.
He had absolutely no idea how he had been thrown out.
He didn't even see how the other party made their move.
He felt as if he had crashed into a mountain. A moving mountain that would retaliate!
The entire process, from the tank launching its attack to him flying out and falling to the ground.
One second.
In less than a second.
On the training field, even the last shred of doubt disappeared.
Everyone's mouths were agape in an "O" shape.
If Ma Cong's ability to withstand Shi Lei's punches and pushes demonstrated his superb "defense" skills, then...
So now, this seemingly casual "mountain lean" reveals his terrifying and despair-inducing "attack" ability!
One second, one move.
They blasted away one of the team's strongest tanks.
Moreover, judging from Teacher Ma's nonchalant demeanor, it was clear that he hadn't even used a tenth of his strength.
This... this is no longer a question of whether it's strong or not.
This is a crushing defeat on a dimensional level!
Their pride in strength, speed, and fighting skills are like toys for a three-year-old child in front of this young "Teacher Ma"—laughable and powerless.
Shi Lei quickly ran to Tank's side and checked his injuries.
"His ribs aren't broken, he just has a sprained ankle." After checking him over, Shi Lei breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at Ma Cong with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.
He knew that Ma Cong had shown leniency.
With the force of that slam, if Ma Cong wanted to, at least half of the tank's ribs would have been broken!
Ma Cong slowly retracted his stance and walked to the front of the group.
He looked at the team members who were completely stunned and calmly said, "Now, does anyone still think that standing meditation is a waste of time?"
No one answered.
Everyone lowered their heads, their faces filled with shame.
"The power I used in that 'Mountain Lean' move just now came from standing meditation."
"The power of traditional Chinese martial arts does not arise from nothing. It comes from the earth, passing through your feet and spine to all parts of your body. Standing meditation is to open up this channel of transmission, allowing you to learn how to borrow the power of heaven and earth."
"Your body is like a water pipe. And strength is the water. Before, your water pipe was blocked and leaking. So you could only use a little bit of 'stagnant water' stored in your muscles."
"Standing meditation is like thoroughly clearing and reinforcing your water pipes, allowing a continuous flow of 'living water' to flow freely within them."
"Only when you can master this water pipe will you truly understand what Chinese martial arts are, what listening skill is, where 'not even a feather can be added, not even a fly can land,' and what integrated strength is, where 'striking someone is like walking, and taking a step is like plowing.'"
Ma Cong's words struck these privileged young people like a heavy hammer blow.
They seemed to understand, but not quite.
But they knew that a door to a new world was slowly opening for them.
"Now, everyone, please!" Ma Cong's voice rang out again.
"On my command, begin the standing meditation!"
"yes!"
This time, the responses were unified and resounding.
No one harbored the slightest complaint or doubt.
Twenty elite special forces soldiers, including Tank, who had just gotten up from the ground and was still grimacing, all clumsily imitated Ma Cong and assumed the "round stake" stance.
Under the sunlight, twenty-one figures stood silently on the training field, like twenty-one statues.
An unprecedented, truly meaningful martial arts training program has officially begun.
Behind the window of a small building not far away.
General Zhou and Qin Zhenshan were holding binoculars, taking in everything that was happening on the training field.
Qin Zhenshan's face showed undisguised excitement and satisfaction.
"Excellent! Excellent! That 'Mountain-Leaning' technique was masterful! The force was concentrated yet not dispersed, released yet not lost! This kid's understanding of force has surpassed mine!"
General Zhou, on the other hand, was utterly shocked.
He muttered to himself, "Old Chen... where the hell did you find such a monster...?"
He put down his binoculars, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light.
He knew that this time, he might have really made the right bet.
The revival of Chinese martial arts may truly begin with this young man.