Chapter Seventeen Never Back Down Again

  Zhao Xiong only felt a flash before his eyes, and the blow he was sure to land had fallen empty in a residual shadow. In an instant, his opponent had already pressed into his own embrace, and then he felt a huge force that was hard to resist violently colliding with his left shoulder, after which he involuntarily fell backward!

  Zhao Xiong was greatly shocked in his heart, how could he lose control of his body just by facing him?

  However, he who had been through a hundred battles remained calm in the face of crisis, his sturdy legs kicking the ground fiercely and stopping his fall with great effort. On the surface, it seemed as if he hadn't suffered any major injuries, but the intense pain in his left shoulder and numbness throughout his entire arm told him that his left arm had been dislocated!

  Ma Tong, who had gained the upper hand, did not take advantage of the situation to launch a fierce attack as everyone had expected. Instead, he remained standing with his hands clasped behind him, looking rather nonchalant. However, in his heart, he was secretly delighted: Indeed, in the face of absolute power and speed, so-called skills were utterly useless!

  At this time, the crowd around finally saw what happened in the field. Ma Tong's side of the crowd suddenly burst into frenzied cheers, and everyone was excitedly inexplicable: I didn't expect that Brother Tong, who usually looks ordinary, is actually a master of martial arts?

  Lv Dahai secretly praised in his heart: It seems that he was worried for nothing earlier. The current Ma Tong is not only incredibly powerful, but also extremely fast. Just now, with his own eyesight and being outside the arena, he almost didn't see it clearly!

  The young man's originally pale handsome face suddenly turned bright red with anger, and he coldly snorted: "Trash!"

  Zhao Xiong propped his left arm on the ground, and with a sudden burst of strength, he twisted his upper body to reset his dislocated left shoulder. Only then did he stand up, sweating profusely as he said stubbornly: "I haven't lost yet!"

  The young man's face slightly cleared up, and he coldly snorted: "Then give this young master another beating!"

  Zhao Xiong walked up to Ma Tong as before, assuming a fighting stance. Unlike last time, he didn't underestimate his opponent in the slightest; instead, his face was filled with solemnity. His opponent may have been thin and frail, but had displayed extraordinary speed and strength, making him a formidable foe!

  At this moment, in his eyes, Ma Tong's originally flawed posture now seemed so natural and flawless, with no weaknesses to be found!

  Ma Tong greatly admired the stubborn big man in front of him, but today's fight had to be fought and won! Also, he never knew his limits in all aspects, so, sorry, I have to try you out!

  Thinking so, Ma Tong did not use any defensive counterattack tactics, but instead actively launched an attack!

  "Hah!" Ma Tong exhaled loudly, and with a burst of energy, his right leg kicked the ground fiercely. In the midst of everyone's astonished gazes, he soared high into the air, like an eagle spreading its wings. In an instant, he cleared Zhao Xiong's head, which was fully guarded. Just as Zhao Xiong was about to turn around in shock and defend himself, Ma Tong's right leg kicked out again, striking Zhao Xiong's thick neck with a single kick. Finally, he landed elegantly on the ground.

  Just like a gymnast's finishing move, it was neat and tidy, with an extra touch of elegance.

  Zhao Xiong, in a situation where he didn't even have time to react, was kicked by Ma Tong's foot and flew out horizontally. His massive body thudded to the ground with a loud crash, his limbs twitching slightly before becoming completely still!

  One move! He knocked down his opponent, who was at least twenty kilograms heavier than him, with just one move!

  The room fell silent in an instant, everyone held their breath and stared at what was happening before their eyes, unable to say another word!

  Different from the young man, who was shocked and furious to the point of speechlessness; while Lv Dahai and his men were both surprised by Ma Tong's sudden display of jumping ability when he easily dodged Zhao Xiong, and feared that Zhao Xiong would not survive without a fight, which would get Ma Tong into trouble with the law. After all, Ma Tong's kick made everyone who witnessed it feel a chill down their spine...

  Ma Tong felt a surge of emotion as he landed: indeed, it was the world's greatest martial art, unbeatable in its speed!

  Maybe I can take revenge myself?

  A confidence he had never had before arose from Ma Tong's heart!

  The young man turned pale and told another bodyguard behind him: "Go take a look if that trash is dead or not!"

  "Don't worry, I won't die!" Ma Tong said with a victorious smile: "I'm holding back my strength!" This sentence was actually true, as he had been exploring the control of his own power over the past two days and no longer destroyed things at will like before.

  The bodyguard took orders and came to the scene, holding Zhao Xiong in his arms, feeling the pulse on Zhao Xiong's neck, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief: "Young master, Brother Xiong is fine, he just fainted!"

  "Trash! Better off dead!" The young man didn't look at Zhao Xiong again, turned his wheelchair and was about to leave.

  "Hold on! I think you still owe us an apology!" Ma Tong blocked the young man, saying in a calm tone. However, this scared the bodyguard so much that he dropped Zhao Xiong, who was unconscious, and stood tensely between Ma Tong and the young man, pulling out a black 92-style military pistol from his pocket and aiming it at Ma Tong: "You stand still!"

  "What are you going to do?!" The crowd on Ma Tong's side was in a hurry, and Lü Dahai and Yu Buxin rushed forward, blocking the gun without regard for their own safety.

  Ma Tong opened his hands, one holding Lu Dahai and the other holding Yu Buxin, staring at the bodyguard with a gun, completely ignoring the black muzzle in front of him, and said coldly: "As the saying goes, if you gamble, you should admit defeat. Is our young master Ling unable to afford to lose? Are you going to play dirty?"

  How did this happen? The gun was clearly in his own hands, so why did he end up looking like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?

  Ma Tong's eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if possessed of some magical power, causing the armed bodyguard to feel an infinite pressure. Beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the hand holding the gun began to tremble, the 92-type military pistol in his hand likely to go off at any moment!

  The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense!

  Ma Tong held his breath and focused, staring intently at the opponent's gun-wielding hand. He wasn't not nervous, after all he wasn't really Superman, it was impossible for him to be completely fearless of bullets. If this were in the past, perhaps he would have already surrendered with trembling legs.

  But now, it seems there is a strange power supporting him, making him afraid but not retreating!

  One can lose one's head and shed blood, but one cannot lose face!

  Life's choices are often made in an instant, and it's very possible that today you take a step back easily, but afterwards you'll retreat countless steps, until you cross your own bottom line and sink into the dust!

  Ma Tong had retreated countless times before, but this time he couldn't and wouldn't retreat again!

  Though I go to death, I will not regret it!

  Just as the war was about to break out, a pale-faced young man spoke in an extremely suppressed tone of voice, like a mosquito: "Sorry!"

  Everyone thought they had misheard, and Ma Tong was even more relieved, astonished and asked: "What did you say?"

  "I said sorry!!!" The young man suddenly burst out in a hysterical tone: "Isn't this what you wanted? Are you satisfied now? People from the Ling family don't know how to lose with dignity!"

  This kid can still be saved! Ma Tong smiled and turned around to ask Wu Sheng: "Wu Sheng, is this okay?"

  He had never seen such a grand scene before and stuttered: "It's... it's okay!"

  Ma Tong felt a weight lift off his shoulders and slightly opened up his body, saying: "My brother said it's okay, you can leave now!"

  The armed bodyguard who was on the verge of collapse finally relaxed, one hand holding up the unconscious Zhao Xiong and the other pushing the youth out.

  Just as they were leaving, the young man turned his face and said: "Hey! Surname Ma, what's your name?"

  "Come on!"

  "This young master remembers! You really aren't even afraid of bullets?"

  Ma Tong said calmly: "Of course I'm afraid, but there are some things that can't be avoided just because you're afraid!"

  The pale and handsome young face was full of childish hatred: "This young master is called Ling Tianyou! Remember my name!"