N-M Chapter 110 The entire internet is in an uproar, the masters' reactions
Chapter 110 The entire internet is in an uproar, the masters' reactions
Ma Cong's Weibo post has been published.
Like a depth charge, it exploded in the quiet of the Chinese internet in the early hours of the morning.
The first to discover this Weibo post were a group of night owl netizens. Many of them were so excited after watching Ma Cong's KO video of Titan during the day that they hadn't fallen asleep yet and were frantically searching online for everything about Ma Cong.
Then they saw this newly posted Weibo post, which reeked of hostility.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Come quick! Ma Shen posted on Weibo!"
"Am I seeing things? The National Martial Arts Alliance? Challenging masters from across the country? Mentioning Lei Lei, Tian Ye, and Ding Hao?"
"Sign a waiver! If you lose, you admit to being a liar! My God, that's too cruel!"
"That's a real man! Decisive and straightforward! He doesn't play games with those liars!"
"Support Ma Shen! I've been fed up with those fake masters for a long time! They brag all day online, but play dead when they get into the ring!"
"Brothers, what are you waiting for? Quickly screenshot and forward this! Tag Lei Lei! Tag Tian Ye! Tag Ding Hao! Let them come out and face the challenge!"
The quiet night was instantly ignited.
This Weibo post spread like wildfire across major social media platforms.
Screenshots, reposts, comments, tagging...
Countless netizens spontaneously became Ma Cong's "megaphones," accurately delivering this challenge to the faces of everyone named.
……
In a luxuriously decorated apartment in a first-tier city.
A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and wearing silk pajamas is fast asleep, embracing a young female internet celebrity.
He is Lei Lei, the founder of "Lei Gong Tai Chi".
He became a laughing stock on the internet after being knocked out in a dozen seconds by a boxing coach a few years ago. But he was shameless enough to fool a new group of fans by saying things like "high skill should not be used" and "internal force can hurt people". He started teaching classes, selling tea, and doing live streaming, and lived a very comfortable life.
"Buzz...buzz..."
The phone on the bedside table suddenly started vibrating wildly.
Lei Lei was woken up by the noise. He picked up his phone impatiently, wanting to see who was so inconsiderate as to disturb his rest in the middle of the night.
As a result, he was stunned when he turned on his phone.
Notifications from WeChat, Weibo, and SMS flooded in like a tidal wave, almost causing my phone to crash.
His various fan groups were in an uproar, with thousands of unread messages flashing incessantly.
"Teacher, Ma Cong has challenged you to a match! Check Weibo!"
"Master Lei, you must accept the challenge! Let's vindicate Tai Chi!"
"Teacher, that Ma Cong is too arrogant. He even signed a waiver of liability. Who does he think he is?"
Lei Lei's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up inside him.
He frantically opened Weibo, and when he saw Ma Cong's pinned challenge, his face turned pale instantly.
Ma Cong?
That monster that killed Titan with a single blow?
He wants to challenge me to a fight?
Do I have to sign a waiver of life and death?!
Lei Lei felt his hands and feet were ice cold, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He's going to fight a monster like a Titan? That's like an old man hanging himself—wanting to die.
Forget about fighting, if Ma Cong stood in front of him and blew on him, he could probably be blown apart.
"No... I can't accept it! I absolutely can't accept it!" This was the only thought in Lei Lei's mind.
Accepting it means certain death.
Not answering will only make you look bad.
Compared to life, face is nothing!
But how can I refuse to answer without seeming too cowardly?
Lei Lei's eyes darted around. He had been a "master" for many years, and while he might not have many other skills, his ability to distort the truth and confuse the public was top-notch.
He cleared his throat, immediately opened a fan group, muted all members, and then sent a voice message.
"Ahem, fellow disciples, friends, please calm down."
"I already know about the challenge from that young man named Ma Cong."
"First of all, I personally admire this young man. He defeated foreign players and won glory for the country, which is a good thing."
"But he shouldn't have challenged me in this way, he shouldn't have done that at all."
"Our Tai Chi is a way to maintain health and a philosophy, not something to be used for fighting and killing. I have always emphasized that one should not use one's skills when they are high, because true internal strength, once unleashed, can kill people, which goes against the natural order."
"That Ma Cong, so young, is too murderous and violent, and has already gone astray. As a senior in the martial arts world, I have a responsibility to enlighten him, rather than stoop to his level and compete with him in the arena."
"Therefore, I will not accept this challenge. It's not that I'm afraid of him, but I don't want to bully the weak, and I don't want to commit murder. I hope everyone can understand my good intentions."
His words were presented in a grand and dignified manner, portraying him as a compassionate and enlightened sage who did not hold grudges against juniors.
After sending the voice message, Lei Lei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like a true genius.
However, before he could even feel smug for a few seconds, he saw that Ma Cong's account on Weibo had reposted a screenshot of his words with a caption.
"Translate this: I can't beat them, I don't dare, I give up. Next, Tianye."
……
In a small county town in the north.
A man in his fifties with a goatee and a somewhat unkempt appearance was squatting at a roadside stall, eating fried noodles.
He is Tian Ye, the "Master of Lihe Leg".
He had also stepped into the ring, only to be beaten black and blue, becoming a laughing stock ever since. But unlike Lei Lei, he seemed to enjoy the traffic brought by this "black fame," constantly challenging people to fights online and making outrageous remarks to attract attention.
"Old Tian, have you checked your phone? Someone challenged you to a fight!" The noodle stall owner handed him his phone.
Tianye leaned closer to take a look, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"Ma Cong? The Ma Cong who killed Titan?"
"He wants to fight me? And he'll even stream it live online?"
Tianye slapped his thigh in excitement, dropping one of his chopsticks in the process.
This is fantastic news!
What he lacks most right now is traffic! He needs buzz!
If he were to fight Ma-Cong, regardless of the outcome, Tian Ye's name would be associated with "a great hero who brought glory to the country"!
At that time, won't the number of viewers in his live stream increase tenfold or eightfold? Won't he be overwhelmed with donations?
As for losing?
He's used to losing, so he doesn't care about losing one more time.
"Fight! We must fight!" Tianye immediately took out his phone and recorded a video.
In the video, he is shirtless, revealing his skinny frame, and spitting as he speaks to the camera.
"Ma Cong, is it? I, Tian Ye, accept your challenge!"
"However, I have one condition! I never fight for free! The appearance fee is one million! Not a penny less!"
"As long as the money's there, I'll give you my life, even if you want it, let alone signing a death warrant!"
He thought this offer would allow him to manipulate Ma Cong and demonstrate his own "status".
However, his video had only been posted for less than a minute.
Ma Cong's account replied with just two words.
"account number."
The message followed by: "The money has been received. I'll be waiting for you at the Chengnan Gymnasium tomorrow at 3 PM."
Tianye stared blankly at the text message notification on his mobile banking app that "one million yuan has been deposited."
He... he just said it offhand!
Why is this person actually sending money?!
……
Meanwhile, inside a martial arts school in the south.
A fit young man was practicing his boxing techniques on a wooden dummy over and over again.
He is Ding Hao, the "Wing Chun Master".
He is the only one of the three who has a genuine lineage and has also put in a lot of hard work.
But he also lost badly in the ring.
An assistant, holding a phone, cautiously approached: "Master, um..."
"I saw it." Ding Hao didn't stop working, sweat streaming down his face. "He called my name."
"Then... how should we respond? Or should we just say you're in seclusion?" the assistant asked tentatively.
Ding Hao's fist stopped in front of the wooden dummy. He was panting heavily as he looked at his unwilling face in the mirror.
He remembered the disappointed looks in the eyes of his seniors after he lost the game, and the overwhelming ridicule online.
He hates!
He hated that opponent, but he hated himself even more for not being skilled enough!
Now, another person has come knocking on the door.
A monster that is countless times stronger than any of its previous opponents.
Should we hide?
Can you hide forever?
Ding Hao practices Wing Chun, which emphasizes not yielding an inch of ground and going straight for the opponent!
If he doesn't even dare to accept a challenge today, then what's the point of him practicing boxing? What's the point of him being a master?
"Reply to him."
Ding Hao's voice was hoarse, but unusually firm.
"Tell him that I, Ding Hao, accept the challenge!"
"I don't need an appearance fee, I just want a fair ring."
"I will use Wing Chun to seek justice for myself and for Wing Chun!"