HPDBC Chapter 105: The Storm Rises Again After the Match
Chapter 105: The Storm Rises Again After the Match
Ma Cong did not stay at the sports center for long.
As soon as the competition ended, he left the bustling place through the athletes' private passage.
He disliked being surrounded by crowds, and even more so, he didn't want to deal with media reporters who swarmed around him like sharks smelling blood.
He just wanted to find a quiet place to review the battle that had just taken place.
Although to outsiders it was a crushing victory, a swift and decisive win, Ma Cong himself felt there were still some unsatisfactory aspects.
For example, the final "Mountain-hugging" strike.
He originally intended to control his strength.
As he had planned, this move would at most break a few of his opponent's ribs, rendering him unable to fight, and there was no need to kill him.
After all, his goal was to "rectify the reputation of Chinese martial arts," not to kill people.
However, in the final moment of exerting force, he overestimated his control over this body.
After achieving mastery of the Jade Bone Golden Body, his power increased too quickly and too fiercely.
It's like a child suddenly receiving a magic knife that can cut through iron like mud. Although he knows the knife is very sharp, before actually using it, it's still difficult to accurately grasp how much force to use to cut through the wood without hurting himself.
He felt he had used less than 30% of his strength in that collision, but the effect far exceeded his expectations.
The Titan's body shattered instantly upon impact, like a fragile block of tofu.
"It seems I need to practice more and adapt to this surge in power as soon as possible." Ma Cong silently concluded to himself as he walked. "Otherwise, if I encounter someone who is not strong enough and accidentally kill them, that would be troublesome."
If those who worship him like a god were to hear his true feelings right now, I wonder what they would think.
While others worry about not having enough power, he worries that his power is too great and difficult to control.
This must be Versailles.
He hailed a taxi and returned to the budget hotel where he had stayed before.
As soon as he entered the lobby, the sleepy-eyed young girl on duty at the front desk widened her eyes instantly upon seeing him.
"You...you...you're not that..." The little girl pointed at Ma Cong, so excited that she couldn't even finish her sentence.
She was secretly watching the live broadcast of the game on her phone when Ma Cong's earth-shattering collision startled her so much that she almost dropped her phone.
She never imagined that this seemingly ordinary young man who checked into their run-down hotel two days ago was actually the peerless master who had killed Titan in a single move!
Ma Cong smiled at her and made a "shh" gesture.
The little girl was very sensible; she immediately covered her mouth with her hand and nodded frantically.
Her face flushed red with excitement.
Oh my god! I'm staying at the same hotel as my idol! I even checked him in! Aaaaaah! I'm going crazy!
Ma Cong ignored the girl who was lost in her own world and went straight upstairs to his room.
As soon as he swiped his room card to open the door, he smelled a faint, almost imperceptible aroma of tea.
Ma Cong frowned slightly: There was someone in his room!
He pushed open the door and went inside.
The room lights were off, and only the moonlight from outside shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, narrow streaks of light on the floor.
By the dim light, Ma Cong saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting in the only chair in his room.
The old man was wearing a faded gray cloth jacket and was leisurely sipping tea while holding a purple clay teapot.
He sat there, seemingly blending into the surrounding darkness.
If it weren't for the aroma of tea and the extremely faint sound of his breathing, Ma Cong wouldn't have even been able to detect his presence.
Master!
This is a true master!
Ma Cong made a decision instantly.
This old man's strength is definitely far above that Titan, and even stronger than the Bajiquan masters he encountered in the martial arts space!
"Who are you?" Ma Cong stood at the door, not going in, his voice turning somber.
His internal energy and blood began to circulate slowly, and he entered a state of alertness that was relaxed on the outside but tense on the inside.
Although he didn't sense any hostility from the old man, the fact that a stranger had silently appeared in his room under these circumstances was itself a great threat.
"Hehe, young man, don't be nervous." The old man put down the teapot in his hand and slowly stood up from the chair.
His movements were slow, but each step gave people a sense of calm and composure.
He walked to the window and drew back the curtains.
The bright moonlight instantly filled the entire room and illuminated the old man's face.
It was a face weathered by time, with deep, clear wrinkles etched like they were carved by a knife.
However, his eyes were exceptionally bright, like stars in the night.
"My surname is Sun, Sun Changqing." The old man looked at Ma Cong and a kind smile appeared on his face. "I'm here with no ill intentions."
"I just want to see with my own eyes what kind of amazing young man can practice Bajiquan to the level of 'divine strike'."
"By the way, I would also like to apologize to you on behalf of my good-for-nothing grand-disciple."
Upon hearing the name "Sun Changqing," Ma Cong's pupils constricted sharply.
He had heard of this name before! He had heard it from his master, Old Man Chen!
The contemporary head of the Sun family lineage of Xingyi Quan! One of the few remaining true grandmasters in the world of Chinese martial arts!
It is said that he retired from the martial arts world decades ago and stopped caring about worldly affairs. How could he suddenly appear here?
Also, who is this "good-for-nothing grand-disciple" he mentioned?
Ma Cong was filled with doubt.
"Mr. Sun, do you... know my master?" Ma Cong asked tentatively.
"Old Chen, of course I know him." Sun Changqing smiled. "Back then, we even drank and fought together. It's been thirty or forty years since then."
"Speaking of which, your 'Mountain-Pulling Lean' move is quite reminiscent of his style back then, equally domineering and unreasonable." Sun Changqing's tone was filled with reminiscence and emotion.
"As for my good-for-nothing grand-disciple..." Sun Changqing paused, sighed, and said, "It's Ma Baoguo from the 'Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji School' who recently fought online with that 'Iron Fist' Zhang Wei and was knocked unconscious with just three punches."