FWF Chapter 11: The Battle at the Gate of Jincheng No. 6 Middle School
Chapter 11: The Battle at the Gate of Jincheng No. 6 Middle School
Ma Cong struck successfully and didn't stop for a moment.
He moved with lightning speed, appearing beside another thug, grabbing the man's head, and like throwing a shot put, swung him up and slammed him into the crowd.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of muffled thuds followed, and four or five people who were hit instantly fell to the ground, howling in pain and losing their ability to fight.
In the blink of an eye, Ma Cong had taken down seven or eight people.
The whole process was smooth and efficient, yet violent and direct.
This ferocious scene completely stunned everyone.
Whether it was the students and passersby watching from afar, or the thugs charging forward.
Their brains experienced a brief period of malfunction.
Is this...is this even human?
Sun Niu was also stunned by Ma Cong's ferocious fighting power, and forgot to swing the baton in his hand.
But he was, after all, the leader of this group, and he knew he couldn't back down now.
Once you back down, morale will crumble!
"What the hell are you all standing there for! No matter how good he is, he's still just one person! Get him! Overwhelm him with sheer numbers!"
Sun Niu roared hoarsely, trying to use his voice to cover up his inner fear.
"Kill him! A bounty of fifty thousand!"
The phrase "50,000 bounty" was like a shot of adrenaline, piercing the brains of these thugs.
Fear was overwhelmed by greed, and they roared again, waving their weapons, and charged at Ma Cong from all directions.
Ma Cong stood in the center of the encirclement, advancing instead of retreating.
He stood with his feet slightly apart, lowered his body, and assumed the starting stance of Bajiquan.
He moved his neck and wrists, and his bones crackled and popped like popping beans.
"kill!"
Ma Cong let out a low growl, his breath resonating through his dantian.
He exerted force with his feet, and instead of being a fierce tiger, he was like a rampaging heavy truck, deliberately crashing into the nearest thug wielding a steel pipe.
That thug was a ruthless character. When he saw Ma Cong rushing over, he didn't dodge or avoid it. He gripped the steel pipe tightly with both hands and swung it at Ma Cong's head.
If that blow lands squarely, the skull will be cracked open.
Ma Cong didn't even bother to parry.
He simply threw a punch.
"Inch-force, Heaven-shattering!"
The fist collided head-on with the steel pipe.
"clang!"
A piercing clang of metal clashing.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, the solid steel pipe, as thick as a thumb, was bent into an exaggerated "V" shape, as if it had been pressed by a hydraulic press, with the point of contact of the fist as the center.
Ma Cong's punch continued its relentless momentum.
"Bang!"
The fist, through the deformed steel pipe, slammed solidly into the thug's chest.
The thug's body slumped inward like a deflated balloon, then he coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward, knocking over three or four of his companions before finally crashing to the ground. He twitched a couple of times and then fell still.
One punch, and the steel pipe bent, the person flew!
This was beyond the comprehension of everyone present, including the onlookers.
Is this some kind of martial arts movie turned into reality?
The momentum of the charge brought by Sun Niu was abruptly halted.
They looked at Ma Cong as if he were a monster.
"Don't fucking huddle together! Spread out! Surround him! Don't let him get away!"
A skinny guy with dyed yellow hair, probably the second-in-command of the group, had some experience in gang fights and was shouting at the top of his lungs.
He knew that to deal with such a formidable opponent, ganging up on him would only result in certain death. The only way to win was to attack from all sides simultaneously, preventing him from being able to defend himself.
The thugs suddenly realized what was happening and scattered, forming a huge encirclement that trapped Ma Cong in the center.
Ma Cong glanced around and couldn't help but chuckle at this elementary school-level encirclement tactic.
As a martial artist, one believes in the principles of "better to take ten punches than one elbow" and "better to die taking half a step forward than live taking half a step backward."
The word "backup plan" simply doesn't exist in his vocabulary.
To forge ahead without hesitation is the way of a martial artist.
With the encirclement formed, the thugs' courage grew again.
Fear ignited the ferocity in their bones, and they attacked without restraint, each move aimed at vital points.
A red-haired boy wielding a machete, taking advantage of his numbers, circled around to Ma Cong's side and slashed at his lower back.
The blade gleamed coldly in the setting sun.
Zhou Xing and Zhang Li, who were in the distance, let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Ma Cong, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.
His body suddenly sank, twisting his waist and hips at an angle that ordinary people could not do.
"Stand close to the mountain!"
"boom!"
His entire back, like a giant bear crashing down on a mountain, slammed into the red-haired boy's arms.
Before the red-haired boy could even scream, the machete flew out of his hand, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. When he landed, he was barely breathing.
Having dealt with the threat from the flanks and rear, Ma Cong unleashed a sweeping kick, sending the two thugs charging at him crashing to their knees, clutching their calves and rolling around on the ground.
In the chaos, a thug with dyed blue hair seized an opening, leaped high from behind Ma Cong, held a steel pipe in both hands, and slammed it down hard on the back of Ma Cong's head with all his might!
This attack was extremely vicious and ruthless.
In the face of life and death, Ma Cong's martial instincts were brought to their fullest extent.
He didn't even have time to turn around.
He slightly turned his body to the side, avoiding the back of his head, while simultaneously kicking his right leg backward at an incredible angle.
"Bang!"
A dull, jarring thud that made your teeth ache.
That kick landed squarely on the thug's chest.
The thug's body froze in mid-air, then flew backward as if hit by a cannonball, spitting blood.
He flew more than a meter into the air, over the heads of several of his companions, and crashed heavily onto the concrete ground seven or eight meters away. His body was curled up in a ball, motionless, and his fate was unknown.
The power of that kick completely shattered the psychological defenses of all the thugs.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
The thugs who were charging forward wielding their weapons seemed to have been paused, frozen in place, not daring to take another step forward.
They looked at the boy who seemed like a demon, at their groaning companions lying on the ground, and at the clueless young man with the green hair.
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.
What the hell are you talking about?!
……
Meanwhile, this once-in-a-century spectacle at the school gate had already been captured on camera by onlookers in the distance.
"Holy crap! Quick, take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments. I've already thought of the title: Shocking! Ip Man appears in Chengdu, single-handedly taking on a hundred people!"
"Which class is this guy in? He's amazing!"
Among the crowd, a chubby boy wearing black-rimmed glasses, who looked quite clever, was quick-witted.
Instead of posting on his WeChat Moments, he directly opened the Douyin app and started a live stream.
He gave the live stream a very eye-catching title: "[Live Coverage! A Battle of a Hundreds at the Gate of Jincheng No. 16 Middle School - A Real-Life Kung Fu Show!]"
The show had just started airing when a few viewers came in sporadically.
"Is the anchor filming a movie here? The extras are putting on quite a show."
"The special effects are amazing! A punch bends a steel pipe, the budget is burning!"