mesbooks Chapter 59 Martial Fortune
Chapter 59 Martial Fortune
At the center of all this storm, Ma Cong remained completely unaware of the commotion outside.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, his mind completely absorbed in his own body.
Just now, he successfully fused the three martial arts styles of Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, and Baguaquan into one in the "Martial Arts Furnace," creating his own unique "Divine Martial Scripture."
At this moment, he could clearly "see" that the power within his body was no longer in the same clearly defined state as before.
A new force, incorporating the colors of red, blue, and yellow, flowed slowly through his meridians like a rushing river.
This force possesses the overwhelming power of Bajiquan, the sharp and penetrating force of Xingyiquan, and the agility and flexibility of Baguazhang.
The three forces no longer conflict with each other, but instead form a perfect symbiosis.
It uses the cross-shaped force of Bajiquan as its bone, the whole-body force of Xingyiquan as its flesh, and the spiral force of Baguaquan as its pulse.
With a thought, Ma Cong slowly raised his right hand and clenched his fist.
The three-colored energy surged from the dantian and flowed through the meridians into the right fist.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, not even a wisp of wind was stirred up.
But Ma Cong could feel as if he were holding a miniature star about to explode in his fist.
He had a strong sense of confidence that if he were to fight Master Qingfeng again now, he wouldn't even need to use the "inch force" of Tai Chi.
With just the power of the "Divine Martial Scripture," a single punch can completely shatter the opponent's internal energy, or even directly destroy their internal organs.
"This is my own way of martial arts..."
Ma Cong slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.
The three-colored divine light flashed briefly in his eyes before returning to its usual calm and profound state.
He knew that from the moment he created the "Divine Martial Scripture," he had truly embarked on the path of establishing his own school of thought.
Before, no matter how strong he was, he was only inheriting the martial arts of his predecessors.
Now, he has his own "law".
Just then.
"Thump, thump, thump."
A steady knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
Ma Cong raised an eyebrow. He realized there were three people outside, not one. Two of them had long, powerful breaths, clearly indicating they were masters of internal martial arts. The third person's breathing was short and forceful, carrying the steely aura of a soldier.
He stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.
There were three people standing outside the door.
General Zhou, Chen Beixuan, and Qin Zhenshan.
The three of them wore extremely complex expressions. There was shock, awe, curiosity, and a hint of... tension.
They looked at Ma Cong as he opened the door, and for a moment, no one spoke first.
The air outside the dormitory was so quiet it felt almost oppressive.
General Zhou, Chen Beixuan, and Qin Zhenshan, three top figures in their respective fields, stood at the door like three students who had done something wrong, looking at the calm young man in front of them, not knowing what to say.
It was Ma Cong who broke the silence first.
"Three leaders, is there something you need?" His tone was calm, as if he wasn't the one who had just broken a sword with a single finger on the training ground, shaking the entire nation.
This calm attitude only made General Zhou and his companions feel more uncertain.
A true master! This is the demeanor of a real master! Remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapses before him!
"Ahem." General Zhou cleared his throat, trying to appear calm. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Comrade Ma Cong, could we... could we go inside and talk?"
He used "we" instead of "I". He subconsciously placed himself on an equal footing with Chen Beixuan and Qin Zhenshan, instead of giving orders as a superior.
"Please come in." Ma Cong stepped aside.
The three of them walked into the dormitory, their eyes involuntarily scanning the room.
The furnishings were extremely simple: a bed, a table, a chair, and the blankets were folded into neat squares. Aside from being clean and tidy, there was nothing particularly special about it.
Who would have thought that this almost "divine" figure lived in such an ordinary soldier's dormitory?
This stark contrast deepened General Zhou's sense of awe.
"Sit down," Ma Cong said, pointing to the edge of his bed and the only chair.
General Zhou dared not sit down and quickly waved his hand, "No, no, we can talk standing up."
Chen Beixuan and Qin Zhenshan felt the same way; they were not in the mood to sit comfortably in front of such a "martial arts god".
Ma Cong didn't insist. He pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at the three men standing in a row, and asked, "Did you three come to see me about what happened on the training field earlier?"
"Yes, yes." General Zhou nodded hurriedly. He took a deep breath, seemingly organizing his thoughts, "Comrade Ma Cong, first of all, on behalf of the military, I express our highest level of concern regarding the abilities you demonstrated today... At the same time, I would also like to know, what... what exactly did you use just now?"
He still asked the most crucial question.
Chen Beixuan and Qin Zhenshan held their breath, watching Ma Cong nervously. Although Chen Beixuan had his own guesses, he wanted to hear Ma Cong's answer from his own mouth.
Ma Cong glanced at them and said calmly, "It's traditional Chinese martial arts."