indianbanksassociation Chapter 53 Chinese Martial Arts Resound Throughout the World
Chapter 53 Chinese Martial Arts Resound Throughout the World
"Alright! Let the martial arts discussion begin!"
Upon seeing this, General Zhou immediately stood up and announced in a strong and resonant voice.
He was overjoyed.
Ma Cong won this "literary debate" brilliantly!
His theory of "physical martial arts" not only completely destroyed the opponent's theoretical high ground, but more importantly, it provided a perfect, scientific, replicable and scalable theoretical foundation for their "practical application of martial arts" project!
This is even more significant than winning ten martial arts matches!
Now, it all comes down to the "martial arts debate." If Ma Cong wins, today's live broadcast will be a historic success!
The staff quickly removed the coffee table and cushions in the center of the venue, clearing out a large area.
Ma Cong and Qingfeng stood facing each other, ten meters apart.
The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile.
The popularity of the live stream has reached an unprecedented peak, with the number of online viewers exceeding a staggering 100 million!
"Here it comes! The main event is finally about to begin!"
"Let's fight! Let's fight!"
"I bet on Master Dao to win! Tai Chi uses minimal force to deflect maximum force, specifically designed to counter Master Ma's aggressive fighting style!"
"I bet on Master Ma to win! All that fancy stuff is just paper tigers in the face of absolute power! Brute force can overcome any skill!"
"Stop arguing, everyone! Just watch! This is absolutely the most exciting match of the century!"
In the arena, Qingfeng looked at Ma Cong and slowly assumed the starting stance of Tai Chi.
His feet were shoulder-width apart, his body upright and at ease, and his hands were slowly raised as if embracing a ball. In that instant, his aura became profound and unfathomable.
"Mr. Ma, you are skilled in using hard fists, so I will respond with soft force. If you can break through the range of my Tai Chi 'listening force', then you will win." Qingfeng's voice once again regained its cold and aloof tone.
Clearly, his setback in literary theory made him even more eager to regain his footing in martial arts.
He intends to use the core skills of Tai Chi, namely "listening to the force" and "neutralizing the force," to directly confront Ma Cong's powerful and fierce boxing techniques.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Ma T Cong's thunderous strike.
As everyone expected, Ma Cong would do what he did with those Americans before: rush forward and use his invincible Bajiquan or Xingyiquan to start the fight.
However, Ma Cong's actions surprised everyone.
Facing the wind's imposing stance, he didn't rush forward. Instead, he imitated the other's posture, standing with his feet apart, body relaxed, and slowly raising his hands...
The stance he adopted was clearly the starting posture of Tai Chi!
Moreover, his posture was even more standard, relaxed, and harmonious than Qingfeng's!
If Qingfeng's starting stance is like a deep well, then Ma Cong's starting stance is like a boundless sea!
Tranquil, yet containing a power that devours everything.
"!!!!!!"
The entire venue was deathly silent.
On the observation deck, General Zhou's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
The teacup in Qin Zhenshan's hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered into pieces.
Chen Beixuan's eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly opened, shooting out two terrifying beams of light!
"This...this is also Tai Chi?" General Zhou stammered.
"It is...and it is...it has already attained the 'Primordial True Meaning' of Tai Chi!" Qin Zhenshan's voice trembled.
He practiced martial arts his whole life, so his insight was incredibly sharp.
As soon as Ma Cong adopted this starting stance, he knew it was over.
That Taoist priest Qingfeng is doomed to lose.
This is not on the same level.
Qingfeng practices "techniques," moves, and strength.
What Ma Cong used was "Tao," artistic conception, and spiritual charm!
The twenty disciples behind Ma Cong were even more dumbfounded.
"Am I seeing things? Master... Master also knows Tai Chi?" Tank rubbed his eyes hard.
"It's more than just knowing how..." Shi Lei's throat was a little dry. He stared intently at Ma Cong's every movement, muttering to himself, "Master's posture... feels even more substantial and precise than what he demonstrated for us that night..."
The most shocked person was Qingfeng himself.
He looked at the person opposite him, who was in the exact same position as him, and his mind went completely blank.
How is that possible?
How come he knows Tai Chi?
And... and why does his posture give me a feeling of being a towering mountain, unshakable?
That's impossible! This must be just posturing! It's all for show!
"You...you also know Tai Chi?" Qingfeng's voice trembled slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of.
"I know a little bit," Ma Cong replied, using that classic line.
But at this moment, the way he uttered those four words carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Fine! A smattering of knowledge, indeed!" Qingfeng laughed angrily. "Since you also know Tai Chi, then today we won't compete in softness and hardness, but rather in whose Tai Chi is more 'authentic'!"
Before he finished speaking, he moved.
He didn't use any fierce moves, but instead used Tai Chi steps and his hands moved like flowing water, slowly "pushing" towards Ma Cong.
This is the most basic and most demanding "pushing hands" technique in Tai Chi.
It's not about strength or speed, but about the perception, connection, control, and release of "energy".
It's all about who has the most sensitive "listening" ability, the most skillful "neutralizing" ability, and the most refined "grabbing" ability.
Facing the hands pushed towards him by the breeze, Ma Cong neither dodged nor avoided them, but instead stretched out his own hands to meet them.
Four hands gently joined together in the air.
No sound was made.
To outsiders, it looked like two old friends shaking hands, the movements gentle and slow.
But only Qingfeng, who was in the midst of it all, knows what he has been through.
The moment his hand touched Ma Cong's wrist, he felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless vortex.
His prized "Hun Yuan Jin" – that spiraling, all-pervasive internal force – vanishes without a trace the moment it touches the opponent's body, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
He could not sense any force from the other party, nor any resistance.
The opponent's wrist was like a black hole, absorbing all his strength and intentions.
This is the highest realm in Tai Chi Chuan—"Others do not know me, but I alone know others!"
Qingfeng's face turned deathly pale instantly.
He was horrified and tried to pull his hand away, but found that his wrist was as if it had been welded to him with iron clamps, and he couldn't move it at all.
A faint, sticky force came from the other person's hand, pulling at his center of gravity and making him lose control of his body.
"This...this is 'adhesive force'! How...how could you possibly have reached this level!" Qingfeng exclaimed in disbelief.
"Adhere, stick, connect, follow" is the highest level in Tai Chi push hands, which means that the control of force has reached the point of being able to do whatever one wants.
He practiced diligently for twenty years, but only occasionally could he touch the threshold of the word "沾".
And this young man in front of me used it so skillfully and naturally!
"Master, your energy is too scattered," Ma Cong's voice drifted over. "Without focus and with your qi and blood restless, how can you 'regulate'?"
As he spoke, Ma Cong flicked his wrist slightly.
A subtle, lingering, yet terrifyingly penetrating force surged through Qingfeng's arm and into his body like lightning.
"puff!"
Qingfeng felt a powerful force coming from his arm, instantly rushing into his internal organs. His chest tightened, and he was thrown backward uncontrollably!
He stumbled back seven or eight steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard cement floor, before finally collapsing to the ground with a thud. His face was as pale as paper, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
one move.
It's just a very simple push-hand move.
Master Qingfeng, a genius of Wudang who appears only once in a century and a direct disciple of the Songxi School, was utterly defeated!