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Chapter 31 "Divine Sniper" Li Shuwen
Shi Lei gritted his teeth.
He refused to believe it!
He walked up to Ma Cong, spread his legs, lowered his waist, and assumed a standard wrestling stance.
"drink!"
He roared, his muscles tensed instantly, and his two thick arms slammed against Ma Cong's chest, pushing forward with all his might!
He felt like he was pushing against a wall.
No.
It's even more desperate than pushing down a wall.
Because walls are inanimate.
The person in front of me is alive.
He could clearly feel that the moment his power touched the other's body, it was directed in all directions by an extremely gentle yet extremely resilient force.
He felt as if he wasn't pushing a person, but rather a giant, constantly spinning top.
The more force he exerted, the faster the top spun, and the stronger the centrifugal force it generated.
His feet began to slip.
His body began to lose its balance.
Ma Cong, from beginning to end, simply stood there quietly, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.
There was even a hint of a relaxed smile on his face.
"How is it? Should we continue?" Ma Cong asked.
Shi Lei's face had turned a deep purplish-red.
Sweat dripped down his forehead in large drops.
He exerted all his strength, his veins bulging, but his opponent remained as steady as a mountain.
This was beyond his understanding of physics.
This was a force he had never seen before, a force that was completely unreasonable!
"I...I..."
Shi Lei deflated, his arms went limp, and he staggered back two steps before collapsing to the ground, panting heavily.
He lost.
The defeat was utterly devastating.
He was utterly defeated, and completely convinced of his defeat.
The training ground fell into a deathly silence once again.
If I were to say that I took a punch head-on, I could explain it as having "strong resistance to blows".
So now, the fact that it has withstood Shi Lei's full-force push without moving an inch can only be described as a "miracle".
The way all the special forces soldiers looked at Ma Cong changed.
From doubt, to shock, and now... awe.
They finally understood why their superiors had sent such a young man to be their head instructor.
This person is a monster!
He is an unfathomable, true master of Chinese martial arts!
Ma Cong walked up to Shi Lei, who was still sitting on the ground, and extended his hand to him.
"Now, do you still think that traditional Chinese martial arts are just for show?"
Shi Lei raised his head and looked at Ma Cong's calm face, a smile that looked more like a grimace.
He grasped Ma Cong's hand and stood up.
Then, he did something that surprised everyone.
He took a step back, straightened his military uniform, and then solemnly bowed deeply to Ma Cong.
"Teacher Ma!"
"Please guide us!"
The simple phrase "Teacher Ma" signifies a complete shift in the attitude of Shi Lei and all the special forces members behind him.
From that moment on, they no longer regarded Ma Cong as a "chief instructor" who had been parachuted in through connections, but as a true "teacher" worthy of respect and emulation.
Ma Cong readily accepted their change in attitude.
He knew this was only the first step.
This "miracle" alone is far from enough to transform them in just one week.
"Everyone, please!" Ma Cong's voice rang out on the training field.
"Yes!" the twenty team members responded in unison, their voices several times louder than before.
"Let's begin the first training exercise."
Ma Cong walked to the center of the training field, stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, crossed his arms in front of him, and lowered his body slightly.
"This posture is called 'Hunyuan Zhuang' or 'Mabu Zhuang,' and it is the foundation of all internal martial arts."
"My requirements are very simple." Ma Cong's gaze swept over everyone. "From today onwards, your daily training will begin with standing meditation. Stand for two hours every day. No moving, no talking, no distractions."
"Huh? Stand...stand for two hours?"
Someone in the group immediately let out a quiet gasp.
If you ask them to run 10 kilometers carrying 50 kilograms of weight, they won't even blink.
They would stay in the mud for a day and a night without complaint.
Can you really make them stand like wooden stakes, motionless for two hours?
What kind of training is this?
Isn't this torture?
"What? You have a problem with that?" Ma Cong's eyes sharpened.
"Reporting to Teacher Ma! I have a problem!" The tallest member of the team stepped forward. His name was "Tank," the team's heavy hitter, and the strongest man after Shi Lei.
"We are special forces soldiers, not old men practicing Tai Chi in the park! Our time is precious! We should be conducting more intense combat training, not wasting time standing here!" Tank said, sticking out his neck.
His words expressed the sentiments of most of the team members.
They admitted that Ma Cong was very strong, ridiculously strong.
But they don't believe that this strength is achieved by "standing up".