northernbook Chapter 98 Your rules are bullshit
Chapter 98 Your rules are bullshit
Both the blond-haired man and the bespectacled man felt a jolt in their hearts upon sensing the imposing aura emanating from Ma Cong.
They work here year-round and have seen quite a few martial arts practitioners.
But the young man in front of them gave them a completely different feeling.
It was a kind of illusion, as if they were facing a prehistoric beast, that made them instinctively feel a sense of fear.
However, the thought of his powerful backer emboldened Huang Mao.
He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, pointed at Ma Cong's nose, and yelled, "Hey! You little punk, you're getting cocky, aren't you? Trying to cause trouble here? Do you know whose territory this is? Believe me, one phone call and I'll have you rolling out of here!"
"I don't want to cause trouble, I just want to register." Ma Cong's tone remained calm, but the pressure he felt had become even stronger.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
A bead of cold sweat appeared on the bespectacled man's forehead.
He tugged at the blond-haired man's clothes and whispered, "Ah Hao, don't be impulsive, this kid... there's something wrong with him."
"What's wrong with me?!" Yellow Hair was furious, and he shoved the other man's hand away. "I don't believe a mere kid can cause trouble!"
As he spoke, he took out his phone, ready to call security.
Ma Cong watched his actions and shook his head.
He originally did not want to use overly extreme methods.
But now it seems that there's no reasoning with these snobbish guys.
Since that's the case, we can only communicate using a language they can understand.
Ma Cong reached out and gently tapped on their registration table, which was made of thick steel plates.
thump.
A soft sound.
Then, under the horrified gazes of the blond-haired man, the bespectacled man, and several onlookers.
The steel tabletop, which was two centimeters thick, instantly became covered with fine cracks, like a spider web, centered on the spot where Ma Cong's finger struck!
Then, with a loud crash.
The entire table shattered into pieces of metal scattered all over the floor.
The blond-haired man, holding his phone and about to dial, froze in mid-air.
His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg. The expression on his face changed from arrogance to terror, and finally turned deathly pale.
The bespectacled man's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his glasses falling to the side.
All around was deathly silent.
Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the shards of metal scattered on the ground and the young man who still maintained a calm expression.
What... what kind of power is this?
A single finger shattered a steel plate?
Is this a movie shoot?
"Can I register now?"
Ma Cong withdrew his finger, looked at the blond-haired man who was almost scared to death, and asked calmly.
"Yes...yes! Yes! Brother, please...please go ahead!"
Huang Mao snapped out of his daze, and his phone fell to the ground with a "thud." He scrambled through the rubble and pulled out a spare registration form, his hands trembling as he handed it to Ma Cong.
His voice was choked with sobs, all traces of his previous arrogance gone.
"Brother, please...please don't be angry! It was...it was our ignorance that led us astray! Please be magnanimous and let us go!"
Ma Cong did not pick up the registration form.
He looked at the blond-haired man and said, word by word, "My master is called Old Man Chen. He doesn't have any fancy titles, nor is he some kind of intangible cultural heritage inheritor. He's just a master who taught me kung fu."
"But in my heart, he is greater than all the 'masters' in this world."
"Those so-called rules you set are, in my opinion, utter bullshit."
"Traditional martial arts are not proven by certificates and titles."
"It's with your fists."
After saying that, Ma Cong didn't look at them again, turned around, and strode away.
He doesn't need that application form anymore.
He believed that what happened here today would soon reach the Titan's ears.
He registered in his own way.
Watching Ma Cong's departing figure, the blond-haired man and the bespectacled man collapsed to the ground as if they had been completely exhausted, panting heavily.
They really felt like they had just walked through the gates of hell.
The surrounding crowd finally recovered from their shock.
Immediately following was a tremendous uproar!
"My God! What did I just see? He smashed a steel table with a single finger!"
"This...this is real kung fu! This is a true master of Chinese martial arts!"
"That was so cool! Those words were so satisfying!"
"Quick! Take a picture! Post it online! This is a major incident!"
Countless people raised their phones, aimed them at the pile of metal fragments, and began frantically taking pictures.
They knew that a real storm was coming.
A mysterious young man with unfathomable strength challenged the arrogant Titan in the most domineering and direct way!
The upcoming matches are going to be interesting!