blenderwars Chapter 15 is the true Eight Extremes Collapse!
Chapter 15 is the true Eight Extremes Collapse!
In the live stream, some viewers who had actually practiced martial arts for several years heard these few words of mantra and saw Ma Cong's steady and unwavering stance. They felt a "buzz" in their minds, as if a lightning bolt had cleaved through the fog.
Holy crap! So that's how you circulate qi!
[I've been practicing for three years, and my master has only ever had me do the horse stance; he's never explained this! I think I understand now!]
Inside the martial arts school, Huang Tianxiang had already made several video calls, and the tablet screen was divided into several small windows.
Chairman Huo of the Tianjin Martial Arts Association, Chairman Sun of the Cangzhou Bajiquan Research Association, the head instructor of the lay disciples of Dengfeng Shaolin Temple... all these big shots in the martial arts world, whose every move is enough to shake the world, were now crowded in front of the small screen, all dumbfounded.
"Old Huang, this...this young man is really a high school student?" Chairman Huo from Tianjin's voice changed.
"Ming Jin! And it's Ming Jin with an incredibly solid foundation! How could he possibly be at his age!" Chairman Sun from Cangzhou muttered to himself.
"If this child doesn't die young, he has the potential to develop hidden strength, and even mastering the ultimate strength... is not without hope!"
The bread truck's engine roared as it sped up to fifty miles per hour.
He was less than ten steps away from Ma Cong.
The wildly spinning wheels kicked up gravel from the ground, which then pelted Ma Cong with a crackling sound.
Ma Cong suddenly opened his eyes.
In that instant, his muscles, bones, blood, and the Qi circulation technique he had just activated were all pushed to an unprecedented extreme.
He was using a secret technique of traditional Chinese martial arts to forcibly extract all of his body's potential, preparing to unleash a strike that exceeded his own limits.
This is a desperate move that only martial artists with a strength of at least Ming Jin would use when facing a life-or-death crisis.
Its power is enough to split mountains and break rocks.
The cost is enormous, even irreversible, damage to the body.
"drink--!"
Ma Cong let out a roar that sounded inhuman.
His bare upper body, beneath which seemed to flow magma, emitted a faint red glow.
The air around him was stirred up, and his muscles and bones throbbed, even producing wisps of blue electric sparks.
Holy crap! He's glowing! He's glowing!
[There's still electricity! I see it! Blue lightning!]
[Super...Super Saiyan transformation?]
The live stream went completely crazy, and the chat had turned into a frenzy of nonsensical ramblings.
Inside the martial arts school, Huang Tianxiang suddenly stood up from his chair, knocking over the chair behind him due to the force of his movement.
He stared intently at the boy on the screen, whose body was glowing red and crackling with electricity, and gasped in horror.
"His vital energy surged like a rainbow, his voice boomed like thunder!"
"This is...this is a sign that the physical body has been tempered to its limit, and the vital energy and blood have become so abundant that they have materialized!"
Huang Tianxiang was so excited that he was trembling all over. He pointed at the screen and roared at his old friends on the other end of the video.
"Did you see that! Did you all see that!"
Huang Tianxiang was practically roaring.
He explained that since ancient times, there have been very few martial artists who could achieve "qi and blood as solid as a rainbow and the sound of tigers and leopards as thunder" at the Ming Jin stage. Each one of them was a legendary figure who was unparalleled in the world, like the Hegemon-King of Western Chu or Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang!
They possessed terrifying combat power that could suppress an entire era!
The bread truck was already in sight.
The twisted metal front of the car stirred up a gust of wind, making Ma Cong's hair dance wildly.
All his strength, all his blood and energy, all his spirit were concentrated in his right fist at this moment.
"Eight Extremes—"
He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice seeming to come from the deepest hell.
"collapse!"
The last word was spoken.
He suddenly threw out his right fist!
A blood-red shockwave, so intense it seemed capable of igniting the air, erupted from the center of his fist.
His face turned pale for a moment. It was because he had drawn upon the most essential essence and blood of his body.
"It's the Eight Extremes Collapse!"
"It's a true Eight Extremes Collapse!"
As Huang Tianxiang watched the crimson shockwave sweep across the entire arena, he was so moved that tears streamed down his face.
"The Eight Extremes Collapse techniques circulating outside are all just for show, all show and no substance! This is the real, ultimate killing move, which only the core disciples of the Eight Extremes Sect can possibly master!"
He had no regrets in his life to witness this move reappear in the world!
......
The Eight Extremes Collapsed, a punch was unleashed.
Within Ma Cong's body, his vital energy and blood surged wildly like a flood bursting its banks.
The muscle fibers groaned under the terrifying force, and veins bulged out, as if countless small snakes were crawling under his skin.
Swelling.
A tearing, throbbing pain came from every corner of my body.
He felt like a balloon that had been inflated to its limit, ready to burst at any moment.
This is traditional Chinese martial arts.
It's also a method of killing.
Once the method of forcibly mobilizing qi and blood is activated, it is like opening Pandora's box.
The power will get out of control.
If this violent power cannot be released, the martial artist himself will be the first to suffer.
In mild cases, it can sever the meridians; in severe cases, it can cause the body to explode and result in death.
Therefore, ancient boxing masters said that they would not easily make a move, but when they did, it would surely injure someone.
This injury could be to the enemy, or it could be to oneself.
This is why, in this day and age, most truly skilled inheritors of traditional Chinese martial arts have chosen to retire into seclusion.
It's not that they can't win, it's that they don't dare to fight.
In modern society, the law is strict.
With one punch, your opponent will either be dead or crippled.
What awaits you is a pair of cold handcuffs and a long prison sentence.
Chinese martial arts practitioners are all full of vigor and blood, and none of them are the type to overturn a table at the slightest disagreement.
When you see injustice, who wouldn't want to lend a helping hand?
But when he thought of the consequences of taking action, and of his wife, children, and elderly parents at home, he could only swallow his anger.
Over time, even heroes can turn into cowards.
Inside the martial arts school, Huang Tianxiang's heart was in his throat.
He felt both regret and worry.
It is a pity that such a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy will likely perish here today.
Trying to fight steel with flesh and blood, even for a martial artist of the Ming Jin level, would inevitably end in a miserable fate.
What worried him even more was the sect behind this young man.
What kind of terrifying being could produce such a prodigy as a disciple?
If something were to happen to this young man today, his mysterious master would likely unleash a massive uproar.
In the world of Chinese martial arts, revenge has always been a fight to the death.
Huang Tianxiang's mind flashed through some dusty files, those bloody cases that had been forcibly suppressed by relevant agencies, each one shocking.
He dared not think any further.
"It's over, this child is going to die!" Chairman Huo of Tianjin exclaimed in despair.
"What a pity, what a shame!"
Chairman Sun from Cangzhou closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.
The rumbling engine of the bread truck sounded like a death knell.
Everyone present held their breath; the timid girls even covered their eyes with their hands, peeking through their fingers.
Ma Cong gathered all his strength in his fist and then quickly circulated it to his limbs and bones.
"not enough!"
"Not enough!"
While the power of the Eight Extremes Collapse was indeed formidable, it was still insufficient to shake this steel monster traveling at fifty miles per hour.
All the moves of Bajiquan flashed through his mind.
A more powerful and extreme killing move came to mind.
Eight Extremes Collapse Mountain Lean!
This move is the ultimate technique that perfectly combines the explosive power of Bajiquan with the impact force of Tieshankao.
Its destructive power far exceeds that of any single move.
However, its drawbacks are equally fatal.
Its luck-based approach takes too long to be effective in the ever-changing realities of combat.
When facing an enemy, you can't exactly say, "Brother, wait a minute, let me charge up for about five seconds."
By the time you've gathered your strength, it'll be too late.
It is far less agile than Wing Chun's inch punch or Baguazhang's piercing palm.
But now, he has no other choice.