novelslam Chapter 112 First Opponent: Tian Ye!
Chapter 112 First Opponent: Tian Ye!
The "expert observation team" going to "guide" and "supervise" is just telling everyone that no matter how great Ma Cong is, he still has to play within the framework of our Wushu Association. We are the official body, the rule-makers!
Calling on everyone to "view things rationally" and not to "blindly worship" is actually a way of subtly weakening Ma Cong's personal influence.
"Yes, Chairman, I'll take care of it right away!" The secretary left with a satisfied expression.
Li Jianguo sat back down in his chair, picked up the cup of tea that had gone a little cold, and took a small sip.
"Old Chen's apprentice... is quite interesting."
"I just don't know if your knife is tough enough to hold out until the end, so I can reap the rewards?"
That playful smile reappeared on his face.
Meanwhile, in his hotel room, Sun Changqing received a call from an old friend, informing him of the upcoming statement from the Wushu Association.
"Kid, look, trouble's brewing, isn't it?" Sun Changqing handed his phone to Ma Cong, his face grave. "I know this Li Jianguo. He's not a martial artist; he's a cunning manipulator. His trick is called 'picking the peaches.' After you've worked so hard to chase the monkeys away from the tree, he'll come down and steal the biggest peach."
Ma Cong finished reading the draft statement, but his face showed no surprise.
"Brother Sun, isn't this normal?" He handed the phone back to Sun Chang-qing and said calmly, "Wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue. Where there is profit, there is scheming."
"So what do you plan to do? Just let them take the initiative like this?" Sun Changqing asked anxiously.
"Rob?" Ma Cong laughed. "Brother Sun, do you think these empty tricks are useful in the face of absolute power?"
"If they want to send people to 'supervise,' then let them come."
"If they want to 'instruct' us, then let them watch from the sidelines."
"I want to see what use their 'guidance' will be when I send someone flying with one punch."
Ma Cong stood up, stretched his limbs, and made a series of crackling sounds.
"Tomorrow, let's use that field as a flag offering."
"As for the Martial Arts Association... I'll have a proper 'talk' with them after I've cleaned up all these swindlers."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
The next day, at 2 PM.
Chengnan Gymnasium.
This venue, which is usually used for basketball games or concerts, has been temporarily transformed into a huge martial arts arena today.
In the center of the arena, a standard octagonal cage ring stood out prominently under the illumination of countless spotlights.
An hour before the game was scheduled to begin, the stadium was already packed with people, with no seats available.
Tens of thousands of seats were sold out last night. Those who couldn't get tickets could only wait in front of various live streaming platforms for this epic showdown to begin.
The atmosphere in the audience was extremely enthusiastic.
"Horse God! Horse God! Horse God!"
The unified shouts were like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing, one wave higher than the next.
Almost everyone wore a look of fervent excitement. They weren't there to watch a closely contested match; they were there to witness an "execution."
They wanted to witness firsthand how that clown who had been dancing online for so many years would be crushed into dust by a true master of Chinese martial arts.
There is also a special "guest seat" in the front row of the audience.
Sun Changqing, along with "Old Madman Wang" Wang Benlei, who flew over overnight yesterday, and several other old masters summoned by Sun Changqing, were all sitting there.
Wang Benlei was a short, hot-tempered old man, wearing a wrinkled jacket, who was restless and kept rubbing his hands.
"Old Sun, where's that kid? Why isn't he coming out yet? Is he getting stage fright?" He asked Sun Changqing in a low voice.
Sun Changqing rolled his eyes at him: "Do you think everyone is like you, so eager to get on stage? Ma Cong is very steady. When the time comes, he'll naturally show his true colors."
"I'm just in a hurry!" Wang Benlei chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "I just want to see what kind of person could kill a behemoth like Titan in one blow. Old Chen is really good at hiding things. He taught such a monstrous disciple and didn't reveal a word about it."
Next to them sat a row of middle-aged men in matching suits, their expressions serious.
They all wore an exquisite badge on their chests that read "Chinese Martial Arts Association".
Leading the group was Zhao Lixin, the vice president of the Wushu Association and the head of the "expert observation team".
Looking at the enthusiastic audience around him and listening to the deafening shouts of "God of Horses," Zhao Lixin frowned deeply.
The situation was even more exaggerated than he had anticipated.
Ma Cong's personal reputation has reached an incredibly high level.
The statement released by their martial arts association yesterday, although it sparked some discussion online, was quickly drowned out by the heated discussion about Ma Cong and didn't make much of a splash.
"President Zhao, this...this is quite a grand affair." A member of the martial arts association wiped the sweat from his brow and whispered, "It feels even more exciting than the National Martial Arts Championship we held last time."
Zhao Lixin snorted coldly: "A bunch of rabble, blinded by individual heroism. Once this storm passes, they'll know who the real leader is."
Even so, he felt a sense of powerlessness.
He felt that his role as the "head of the observation team" was a joke here, and no one cared about them at all.
……
2:45 PM.
Amidst the eager anticipation of the entire audience, a man wearing floral shorts, shirtless, and sporting a large (fake) gold chain around his neck, hopped and skipped onto the ring, surrounded by two voluptuous placard girls and accompanied by deafening DJ music.
It was Tian Ye, the "Master of Lihe Leg".
He seemed to thoroughly enjoy the spotlight. After stepping onto the ring, he ran around the arena, waving and blowing kisses to the audience, which drew a huge chorus of boos and laughter.
"What...what is this thing?" In the guest seats, Old Madman Wang stared in disbelief. "That kid Ma Cong is going to fight this kind of trash?"
Sun Changqing, feeling a bit embarrassed, coughed awkwardly twice: "Ahem, to make an example of someone, we have to start with the thinnest and most erratic chicken."