ocean-life Chapter 55, First Stop: Fight Sakura.
Chapter 55, First Stop: Fight Sakura.
When Ma Cong raised his sword and said, "I can do a little too," the whole world seemed to fall silent.
The live stream chat stopped.
The generals in the observation seats were petrified.
Master Qingfeng's two fellow disciples almost popped their eyes out.
What did he... say?
He wanted to use his fingers to deal with the Zixiao Sword, which could cut through iron like mud.
Has he gone mad?!
What arrogance! What ignorance!
"You're asking for it!"
Qingfeng was completely enraged.
He felt that this was the greatest insult Ma Cong had ever done to him, to Wudang, and to the Zixiao Sword!
Without any further hesitation, he flicked his wrist, and the Purple Cloud Sword emitted a clear and melodious hum, swirling in the air in a dazzling sword flower before transforming into a purple lightning bolt that pierced straight for Ma Cong's throat!
This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless!
It is the killing move from Wudang Tai Chi Swordplay – "Purple Qi Comes from the East"!
Before the sword even arrived, its sharp aura already stung the skin.
Everyone instinctively closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the blood-splattered scene that followed.
General Zhou was so frightened that he jumped up from his chair, his heart nearly stopping.
However, just as the purple lightning was about to touch Ma Cong's throat...
Ma Cong made a move.
His movements were not fast.
It could even be described as very slow.
He simply extended his joined sword fingers forward lightly and casually.
It's like brushing a fallen leaf off your shoulder.
Then, with perfect precision, his fingertips touched the rapidly vibrating blade of the Purple Cloud Sword.
"bite--"
A crisp, clear sound, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, echoed across the training ground.
Time seemed to slow down at that moment.
Everyone saw it clearly.
Ma Cong's fingertips touched the blade of the Zixiao Sword.
There were no sparks flying, no clanging of metal.
There is only one point.
A pale fingertip and a sword blade shimmering with purple light.
then.
"Click—"
A faint, yet clearly audible cracking sound rang out.
That sword, passed down for hundreds of years, forged from meteorite iron, is the treasure of Wudang Mountain, capable of cutting through iron like mud.
A fine crack appeared starting from the spot where Ma Cong's fingertip touched.
Immediately afterwards, cracks spread rapidly across the entire blade like a spider web!
"Clang!"
A crisp sound.
The entire Zixiao Sword shattered inch by inch in front of Qingfeng Daoist's stunned, terrified, and incredulous gaze!
It turned into countless purple fragments, which clattered and fell to the ground.
In Qingfeng's hand, only a bare sword hilt remained.
One finger.
Divine Weapon Severing!
"..."
"..."
"..."
Dead silence.
The whole world fell into a long, suffocating silence.
Everyone's brains completely shut down because of this scene that surpassed the limits of human cognition.
What did they see?
He used his finger... to shatter a steel sword...?
Is this something a human can do?
Isn't this a plot from a martial arts novel or a fantasy movie?
"Gulp."
Someone swallowed hard, breaking the deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, a thunderous roar of exclamations and gasps of shock erupted from all directions!
"Oh my god!!!"
"What am I seeing?! A hallucination! This must be a hallucination!"
"A finger...a broken sword?! This is impossible! This is utterly impossible!!!"
On the observation platform, the battle-hardened generals were all deathly pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
They felt that their materialistic worldview, built up over decades, had been utterly shattered at that moment.
General Zhou slumped back into his chair, his body limp, his back soaked with cold sweat.
He looked at the still calm and collected figure in the arena, his eyes filled with unprecedented awe.
He finally understood why Old Man Chen called Ma Cong a "monster".
This isn't a monster.
This is clearly a terrestrial deity!
Qin Zhenshan's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, until finally, he closed his eyes in despair and let out a long sigh.
"Enough, enough... My old bones are not worthy of being compared with immortals..."
He practiced martial arts his whole life and pursued the pinnacle of martial arts.
Today, he finally reached his peak.
However, this also completely extinguished any thought of taking it any further.
Because he knew that such a level could not be reached through mere "practice".
That is "talent," that is "the Way," that is a height that mortals can never reach.
Chen Beixuan's body was also trembling slightly.
But his face didn't show fear; instead, it showed an extreme, frenzied excitement!
"Nullify the force... Flick the finger! Control the force with qi! This is the legendary 'Nullify the force with a flick of the finger'!"
"He's not just at the Transformation Realm! He's already touched the threshold of '罡气' (罡气 is a type of internal energy cultivation)! Using his fingers as a sword, he condenses qi at his fingertips into罡气, shattering the internal molecular structure of the sword!"
"Heaven will not forsake Chinese martial arts! Heaven will not forsake Chinese martial arts!!!"
Two streams of cloudy tears rolled down the old man's cheeks.
He could almost see a door leading to a completely new world of martial arts being slowly pushed open by this young man.
In the field.
Master Qingfeng stared blankly at the bare sword hilt in his hand, then at the pile of purple fragments on the ground, completely dumbfounded.
The Purple Cloud Sword... is broken?
It was... shattered by a single finger?
"Thump."
His knees buckled and he collapsed to his knees.
All the light in his eyes was extinguished at that moment.
If the push just now only shattered his martial arts skills...
That one finger completely crushed his soul, destroying all his faith and pride.
"ah--"
A bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it was inhuman, escaped from his throat.
He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, then his eyes rolled back and he fell straight backward, having fainted from shock.
My Dao heart is utterly shattered!
Ma Cong looked at Qingfeng, who had fainted on the ground, and gently shook his head.
He withdrew his sword and stood with his hands behind his back.
Actually, what he used just now wasn't any kind of "qi" (罡气).
Rather, it is an ultimate "vibration force" that he comprehended after integrating the power of four top-level internal martial arts: Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Baguaquan, and Taijiquan.
The moment his fingertips touched the sword, he injected a high-frequency oscillating spiraling internal force into the blade.
This force resonated with the vibrational frequency of the metal molecules in the sword itself.
This directly damages the internal structure of the metal at the microscopic level, causing it to disintegrate instantly.
This is indeed science.
It is a higher level of "human science" that transcends the understanding of ordinary people.
But to outsiders, this scene was nothing short of a miracle.
Ma Cong slowly turned around, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire room.
He looked at the dumbfounded generals in the observation seats, then at the disciples behind him who had knelt down and were bowing in worship, and finally, his gaze fell on the cold camera lenses.
He knew that from this moment on...
"National martial arts" will no longer be something anyone would dare to say "it's not good" to.
His path to "rectifying the reputation of Chinese martial arts" has only just begun.
He didn't say anything, he just nodded slightly at the camera.
Then, under countless gazes of awe, fervor, and fear, he turned around and walked back to his dormitory, step by step.
All that remains for the world is an unfathomable silhouette.
This "Conference on Taoism," which shook the entire Chinese nation and even the world, came to an end in a way that no one expected.