UGB Chapter 96 One Ticket, The Storm Is Coming
Chapter 96 One Ticket, The Storm Is Coming
Having set his goal, Ma Cong no longer wasted time.
He went straight to the town's bus station and bought a bus ticket to the nearest city.
He needs to transfer to a high-speed train from there to Donghai City.
Sitting on the bumpy bus, Ma Cong leaned against the window, watching the scenery rushing by outside, but his thoughts had already flown to Donghai City, thousands of miles away.
In his eyes, that guy named "Titan" was nothing more than a clown.
With his current strength, crushing his opponent would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.
What he truly cared about was not the outcome of the battle.
Rather, it's about how to leverage this battle to maximize its influence.
He wants more than just to defeat a Titan.
What he wants is to use this high-profile stage to wash away all the filth that has been splashed on "Chinese martial arts" in one go!
He wanted to show everyone what true Chinese martial arts really are.
It's not just for show, not a scam, and certainly not a joke.
It's a killing technique!
It is the most advanced and purest art of combat in the world!
"Hey bro, going to the city to work?"
On the seat next to him, a dark-skinned, talkative middle-aged man struck up a conversation with Ma Cong.
"Yeah, I guess so," Ma Cong replied casually, snapping out of his reverie.
"Sigh, it's tough to make a living these days," the uncle sighed, and began to talk to himself. "My son, about your age, insisted a few years ago that he wanted to learn martial arts and become a hero. And what happened? After two years, he's nothing. He came back with a black eye and a swollen face, and now he's tightening screws in a factory."
The uncle shook his head as he spoke.
"I told him a long time ago that all that stuff is fake, it's all a lie on TV. If he really wants to fight, he should learn from that guy... oh right, what's his name, 'Titan'? Look at his muscles, his fists, he takes down 'masters' with one punch each, that's real kung fu!"
Upon hearing the name "Titan," Ma Cong's eyes flickered slightly.
He looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Sir, you also know about the Titan?"
"Absolutely!" The uncle perked up immediately, speaking with great enthusiasm. "Who doesn't know him online now? The anti-fraud hero! He specializes in taking down those fraudulent traditional martial arts masters! Let me tell you, he has another match in Donghai City in three days, I heard it's his last one. I'm definitely going to watch the live stream, I love seeing him beat those masters to a pulp, it'll be so satisfying!"
Ma Cong fell silent.
He never expected that even such an honest and ordinary middle-aged man would so highly praise "Titan" and so disdain "Chinese martial arts".
It's clear how successful Titan and his team were with this marketing campaign.
They have successfully planted a seed in the hearts of countless ordinary people.
A seed of "traditional martial arts are useless, combat sports are paramount".
This kind of ideological poisoning is far more terrifying than defeating a few fake masters.
"Young man, take my advice. Don't believe in those empty promises. Once you get to the city, find a stable job and learn a trade. That's better than anything else," the uncle continued earnestly.
"Okay, I understand, thank you, uncle."
Ma Cong didn't refute it, he just nodded.
He knew that arguing with them was pointless.
The only way to change their minds is to show them.
Make them believe it!
The bus arrived in the city quickly.
Ma Cong got off the car and headed straight for the high-speed rail station.
After buying a ticket for the next train to Donghai City, he waited quietly in the waiting hall.
He turned on his phone and looked at the news about that match again.
The news reports that the rules for this challenge are the same as before.
Titan accepts challenges from practitioners of any school or style of "traditional martial arts".
However, there is a prerequisite.
Challengers must be able to prove their "traditional martial arts" identity.
For example, one must have a lineage of martial arts masters or be registered with some martial arts associations.
This condition, while seemingly fair, is actually extremely insidious.
It directly excluded those folk masters who might pose a threat to him—those who practiced traditional martial arts but also incorporated modern combat training methods.
Because these people are often not recognized in the so-called "orthodox" traditional martial arts circles.
Those so-called "masters" who are recognized and have a good reputation are either frauds or elderly people who are too old to have any practical skills.
This ensures that only the "easy targets" get to take the stage.
"That's really... impeccable."
Ma Cong looked at the rule and sneered inwardly.
However, this was not a problem for him.
Although he never joined any martial arts association, he had a master.
Old Chen is the best proof of his identity.
Bajiquan and Xingyiquan are both genuine traditional Chinese martial arts.
He fully complied with the other party's rules.
He was even somewhat looking forward to it.
I look forward to the day when I, as a "traditional martial arts practitioner," stand on that stage.
What a fascinating expression that arrogant Titan and his self-important team must have on their faces.
"Ticket checking for train G173 to Donghai City is now beginning..."
The broadcast started.
Ma Cong put away his phone, stood up, and followed the crowd toward the ticket gate.
No one noticed the storm emanating from this ordinary-looking, calm young man, a storm powerful enough to overturn everything.
The train started moving, and the city outside the window gradually receded into the distance.
A massive storm that is about to sweep through the entire Chinese martial arts world, and even the entire internet, is also rushing towards that bustling eastern metropolis along with this high-speed train.