DreamersGN Chapter 104 Are his bones made of iron?
Chapter 104 Are his bones made of iron?
The medical team on site rushed into the octagon immediately.
They hurriedly lifted Titan onto a stretcher, put an oxygen mask on him, and began emergency CPR.
The once invincible fighting behemoth now lies there like a dead dog, completely at everyone's mercy.
The referee raised Ma Cong's hand and, in a trembling voice, announced the result to the entire arena: "The winner of this match is—Ma—Cong!"
His voice was quickly drowned out by the deafening cheers.
"Ma Cong!"
"Ma Cong!"
"Ma Cong!"
Tens of thousands of spectators spontaneously and rhythmically chanted the name.
This name, unknown to anyone just a day ago, is destined to resound throughout China and even the world tonight!
Ma Cong's face remained expressionless.
He calmly bowed to each of the four audience seats – the most traditional etiquette among martial arts practitioners.
Then, guided by the staff, he turned and walked towards the players' tunnel.
He left behind all the noise and glory, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.
The internet is already in an uproar.
If the previous video of "breaking steel with one finger" only caused a stir on the internet, then this live stream of "instant kill" has detonated a nuclear bomb!
All social media platforms, all short video websites, all forums and chat groups experienced a brief freeze the moment the match ended.
Because the influx of traffic in an instant was just too huge!
A few minutes later, when the network returned to normal, the entire internet was completely flooded with the words "Ma Cong" and "Tie Shan Kao"!
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! I'm speechless, all I can say is 'holy shit'!"
"That impact just now, my TV was shaking! Is that even a human being capable of?"
"I slowed the video down twenty times before I could barely see it! The ground of the ring caved in when Ma Cong stomped down! That's some terrifying explosive power!"
"Titan is in terrible shape. I feel like he wasn't just thrown by the impact, he was blown away! Did you guys see the blood he spat out? There seems to be something in it..."
"Stop talking, I'm eating and I feel a little nauseous."
"This is true Chinese martial arts! This is Bajiquan! 'A shake of the shoulders can topple the heavens, a stomp of the feet can shake the nine provinces!' The ancients were truly right!"
"Where are those traditional martial arts haters who called Ma Cong a fraud and said the videos were special effects? Aren't you ashamed? Come out and take your punishment!"
Those "rational and objective" people and "fighting enthusiasts" who had previously been pessimistic about Ma Cong have now fallen silent.
They wanted to refute it, but couldn't find any reason to do so.
The facts are right before our eyes: that devastating collision is the most primal and purest form of violent aesthetics that no special effects can replicate.
They could only watch the short replay over and over again, trying to find even the slightest flaw to exploit.
However, they failed.
Every movement of Ma Cong, from sinking his shoulders and dropping his elbows to pushing off the ground and exerting force, and finally the final thrust, was as perfect as a textbook example—not a bit more or less would be too much or too little.
It's an instinct ingrained in your bones after countless trials and tribulations.
"I...I take back what I said earlier."
After a long silence, a well-known combat sports blogger typed these words with difficulty on his social media account.
"I've been training in combat sports for ten years, and I always thought that strength was directly proportional to muscle size. But today, Ma Cong taught me a lesson."
"I can't understand how such a seemingly frail body could contain such terrifying explosive power. That kind of power has exceeded my understanding of human biomechanics."
"Perhaps we have always underestimated what our ancestors passed down to us."
"Chinese martial arts may indeed have unique power generation techniques that we are unaware of."
"Today, I am paying tribute to Mr. Ma Cong not as a combat sports blogger, but as a martial artist."
This post immediately caused a huge uproar.
This blogger was previously known as a "traditional martial arts critic," having publicly stated on multiple occasions that traditional martial arts were all show and no substance and easily defeated.
Now, he has actually apologized publicly and acknowledged the practical value of martial arts.
This is worse than killing him.
His post seems to be a signal.
Many people who previously held prejudices against Chinese martial arts began to waver after witnessing Ma Cong's earth-shattering collision.
Perhaps, we really were wrong?
Perhaps it's not that traditional Chinese martial arts are ineffective, but rather that those so-called "masters" were incompetent?
Outside the emergency room of the First People's Hospital of Donghai City, Titan's agent, Jack, was pacing anxiously back and forth in the corridor.
His face was deathly pale, and his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
He was at the scene just now and witnessed Titan being knocked away.
At that moment, he felt as if his heart had stopped beating.
He couldn't understand how things had turned out this way. How could that seemingly frail Chinese boy have sent his strongest ace to the emergency room in one move?
This is not scientific! This is not reasonable!
"Mr. Jack."
The emergency room door opened, and a doctor in a white coat came out, taking off his mask.
"Doctor! Doctor! How is Titan? Is he alright?" Jack rushed over as if he had grasped at a straw.
The doctor's expression was grave. He glanced at Jack, sighed, and said, "The situation is very serious."
"We performed a full examination on him. His sternum was comminuted, at least five ribs were broken and had punctured his lungs, causing severe pneumothorax and internal bleeding."
"His heart also developed symptoms of acute cardiac tamponade due to the severe impact."
"To put it simply, his entire chest cavity... was almost shattered by that impact."
The doctor's tone was filled with disbelief as he said this.
He has been practicing medicine for over twenty years and has seen all kinds of injured people: those from car accidents, those who have fallen from heights, and those who have been injured by heavy objects.
However, this was the first time he had ever seen an injury like Titan's.
This doesn't look like an injury from being bumped on the shoulder; it looks more like being head-on hit by a rhinoceros running at full speed!
After hearing the doctor's words, Jack's legs went weak and he almost lost his balance.
Comminuted fracture? Rib piercing lung? Heart damage?
It's over, it's over.
He knew that Titan's career was over.
Even if we can save him, he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
"Doctor...doctor, that...that person, are his bones made of iron?" Jack muttered to himself, lost in thought.
The doctor shook his head and did not answer his question.
Because, he didn't know either.
All he knew was that starting tonight, the medical community in Donghai City would have a classic case study of great research value, titled "A Study on the Devastating Impact of Bajiquan's 'Tieshankao' on the Human Chest Cavity".