DreamersGN Chapter 119 The Alliance Leader, He Deserves the Title!
Chapter 119 The Alliance Leader, He Deserves the Title!
Ma Cong's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up towering waves.
The entire stadium was completely silent.
All eyes were focused on the representatives of "reputable families" in the guest seats.
Their expressions changed constantly, a truly fascinating sight.
There was shock, anger, resentment, and a hint of... fear.
Ma Cong's words just now were too arrogant!
That's outrageous!
"Use Tai Chi, defeat Tai Chi. Use Bagua, defeat Bagua."
"Wait for me, I'll take them down one by one!"
This is no longer a challenge, this is a blatant threat!
This is telling them that they either submit or they will be beaten into submission!
The Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain finally opened his tightly closed eyes, a glint of light flashing in them before he returned to his calm demeanor.
The Tai Chi master from Chenjiagou had a livid face, and the veins on his hand, which was resting on the armrest, were bulging.
The representative of the Southern Hung Kuen style, a burly man with a fiery temper, suddenly stood up, pointed at Ma Cong on the stage, and was about to start cursing.
But his companion beside him held him tightly and shook his head at him.
What are you cursing?
Do you think you can beat him?
Didn't you see how Ding Hao lost?
They used what you're best at to beat you to a pulp, so what right do you have to curse them?
At this moment, everyone felt Ma Cong's undeniable power and domineering presence.
He wasn't consulting with them; he was giving orders.
Zhao Lixin felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the scene before him.
His strategy of "praising to death" completely failed.
He originally intended to provoke conflict between Ma Cong and the entire traditional martial arts world, making Ma Cong the target of public criticism, but in the end he had no choice but to seek help from the Martial Arts Association.
But to his utter surprise, Ma Cong had no interest in such underhanded tactics.
He flipped the table!
He used his absolute strength to tell everyone that under his rules, you have no choice!
Zhao Lixin felt like a clown. All his previous scheming seemed so ridiculous and powerless in the face of Ma Cong's unreasonable power.
……
On the arena.
Ding Hao stood there, looking utterly lost.
Every word Ma Cong spoke felt like a needle piercing his heart.
"It's you who turned our master's precious teachings into garbage!"
He lost, but he accepted his defeat wholeheartedly.
Ma Cong showed him what real Wing Chun is like in the most irrefutable way.
It also made him realize what he had been practicing all these years.
He suddenly knelt down on both knees and solemnly kowtowed to Ma Cong.
"Thank you, Mr. Ma, for your guidance."
"Ding Hao, I know I was wrong."
His kneeling caused another uproar in the audience.
He did not keep his bet of "kowtowing three times if he lost," but his kneeling and bowing were more weighty than any bet.
This is a grand ceremony performed by a junior to show respect to his senior in the "Tao" and to formally become his disciple!
Ma Cong looked at him, his expression softening somewhat.
Children can be taught.
He stepped forward and helped Ding Hao up.
"The road itself is not wrong. It just needs someone to clear away the weeds that have grown on it."
"If you are willing, the doors of the National Martial Arts Alliance are always open for you."
After saying that, he stopped looking at Ding Hao and the various "reputable sects" below the stage, turned around, and walked off the stage.
He has done what he needed to do.
The seeds have been planted.
Next, let's see how this seed will take root and sprout.
……
That evening, the atmosphere in the budget hotel room was lively.
Sun Changqing, Wang Benlei, and several other senior masters who had been summoned gathered here.
Their eyes were filled with heartfelt admiration and respect for Ma Cong.
"Kid, you really gave all of us martial arts practitioners a real vindication today!" Wang Benlei slapped his thigh, his face flushed with excitement. "That was so damn satisfying! I've been wanting to get rid of those stubborn old fogies clinging to their ancestral tablets for ages! That's how they deserve to be taught a lesson!"
"Indeed," another Tongbei Quan master remarked, "Only by destroying can one build; without destruction, there can be no construction. If traditional Chinese martial arts are to rise again, they need powerful figures like you to use swift and decisive methods to smash those outdated rules to smithereens!"
Sun Changqing stroked his beard, looked at Ma Cong, and smiled with satisfaction: "Child, from today onwards, you are truly deserving and rightfully the leader of the 'National Martial Arts Alliance'!"
He stood up, and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ma Cong.
"I, Sun Changqing, representing the Xingyi School, humbly acknowledge you as our leader and await your command!"
Wang Benlei also stood up and followed suit, clasping his hands in a fist salute.
"I, Wang Benlei, representing the Bagua Sect, also acknowledge you as our leader!"
"I, Li Changfeng, represent Tongbei Quan..."
"I, Zhao Tieshan, represent Pi Gua Quan..."
The seven or eight highly respected masters in the martial arts world present all stood up at this moment and bowed to Ma Cong, who was only nineteen years old, as subordinates.
They initially came to support Ma Cong out of respect for Sun Changqing and Old Man Chen.
But now, they are completely impressed by Ma Cong's strength, courage, and magnanimity.
They willingly entrusted themselves and their sects to this young man.
Because they saw the hope for the revival of Chinese martial arts in this young man!
Ma Cong accepted their greetings with composure.
He knew that this gesture represented trust, but even more so, responsibility.
"Seniors, you flatter me." He helped Sun Changqing up and said, "I am just a flag bearer. The future of the alliance still depends on everyone's concerted efforts."
"Alliance Leader, stop being so modest!" Wang Benlei said casually. "Just tell me, what are we going to do next? Are we going to go to Wudang and Shaolin one by one and beat up those Taoist priests and bald monks?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Cong couldn't help but laugh.
"We will definitely fight. But not now."
He paused for a moment, then began to describe the blueprint he had already planned in his mind.
"There are three urgent matters."
"First, we need our own 'base.' A place where we can train, exchange ideas, and teach authentic Chinese martial arts. This place shouldn't be in a bustling city; it should be quiet, but conveniently located."
"Secondly, we need to establish a set of rules and standards for the alliance. What kind of kung fu qualifies as 'national martial arts'? What kind of inheritors are qualified to join the alliance? We need to establish a certification system to completely separate the genuine from the fake, leaving no room for fraudsters to survive."
"Third, we need to establish a 'National Martial Arts Database.' We will record the true essence of each school and sect, those secret techniques that were never passed down, in words and images, discard the dross and retain the essence, and conduct systematic organization and research. This will be the most valuable legacy we leave to future generations."
Ma Cong's words caused the senior masters present to fall into deep thought.
All they had in mind before was fighting and killing, seeking revenge and vengeance.
Unexpectedly, Ma-Cong's thoughts were so profound and systematic.
Establish bases, set standards, preserve and pass on traditions...
This is the truly grand plan to promote and pass down Chinese martial arts for generations to come!
"Excellent! Excellent!" Sun Changqing nodded excitedly after hearing this. "The Alliance Leader's foresight is truly remarkable; we are all ashamed of our own inferiority!"
"But..." he paused, then voiced his concern, "Each of these three things requires a large amount of funding. We old folks are all penniless; where are we going to get the money?"
This is a question that everyone is concerned about.
Wang Benlei scratched his head: "How about... we challenge a few more wealthy 'masters'? Like that Tian Ye, fight one and earn a million?"
Ma Cong smiled and shook his head.
"Don't worry about the money."
He said calmly, "Some people will come to us on their own initiative."
Just then, Ma Cong's phone rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar Beijing number.
He pressed the answer button.
A calm yet authoritative voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Excuse me, are you Ma Cong, the leader of the Ma Alliance?"
"I am Li Jianguo."
Li Jianguo, President of the Huaxia Wushu Association.
He finally took matters into his own hands.