dognovel Chapter 65 The Foreign Enemy Has Arrived
Chapter 65 The Foreign Enemy Has Arrived
Everyone was stunned, not understanding what this meant.
"The first test: assessing one's physical constitution," Ma Cong's voice rang out again.
"This is the 'Mysterious Iron Statue,' weighing 3,600 jin (approximately 1,800 kg). What you need to do is very simple."
He pointed to the black iron statue.
"Hit it with your fists."
"Whoever can make it sway with a single punch passes the test."
These words caused an uproar in the room!
Three thousand six hundred catties! That's nearly two tons!
Try punching it to make it shake?
Are you kidding me!
That's not iron, it's black iron! Just look at its dark, dull luster, and you'll know that its density and hardness far exceed that of ordinary steel!
After that punch, it's uncertain whether the Iron Man will even sway, but his own bones will probably break into several pieces first!
"This...this isn't a joke, is it?"
"That's impossible! Even the world's strongest man, pushing with all his might, might not be able to move it!"
"What does Master Ma mean by this? Is he trying to discourage us?"
There was much discussion among the crowd, and for a moment, no one dared to step forward and try.
Just then, a loud voice rang out like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
"I'll do it!"
The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a giant man, over two meters tall and as strong as a bear, parting the crowd and striding out.
"It's Zhao Long from 'Iron Mountain'!" someone recognized him.
"A former member of the national weightlifting team, who later switched to wrestling and Bajiquan. It's said that his punch could kill a bull!"
Zhao Long walked up to the black iron statue, stretched his fist which was as big as a casserole dish, and his knuckles crackled and popped.
He took a deep breath and suddenly sat down on the horse.
"ha!"
With a loud shout, his thick right arm, like a battering ram, slammed into the chest of the black iron statue!
"Bang!"
A deafening, muffled thud resounded, as if a giant hammer had struck the mountain rocks!
Everyone's heart skipped a beat at the loud bang.
They stared intently at the black iron statue.
However, under Zhao Long's punch, powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, the black iron statue remained completely still.
There wasn't even the slightest tremor.
Zhao Long, on the other hand, let out a painful groan, clutching his right hand and staggering back a few steps. His fist was already a bloody mess.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Everyone gasped.
Even a master like Zhao Long, nicknamed "Iron Mountain," who possesses superhuman strength, couldn't budge it in the slightest, and was even injured in the process.
This first hurdle is simply an insurmountable barrier!
How can we choose now?
Is the opening of Kunlun Mountain going to end with no one passing through?
Just when everyone was in despair, Ma Cong's voice rang out calmly once again.
"I'm talking about hitting with your fists, not with brute force."
"This test isn't about how strong you are, but whether your strength can 'penetrate' into the hole."
"Root and bone structure, root and bone structure. 'Root' refers to the foundation, and 'bone' is the framework for generating power. If you can't even concentrate your own power into a single, penetrating force, how can you talk about martial arts cultivation?"
His words, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through the fog in many people's hearts.
Yup!
They were all terrified by the weight of 3,600 jin (1,800 kg) and their thinking fell into a misunderstanding.
What Master Ma wanted was not to push with brute force, but to strike with "strength"!
Among the crowd, some true experts' eyes lit up instantly.
A young man dressed in ordinary sportswear, who looked unremarkable, slowly walked out.
He was the very name that had been highlighted on Chen Beixuan and Qin Zhenshan's lists—Guo Fan, the contemporary number one genius of the Guo family of Xingyi Quan.
He walked up to the Xuan-Iron Man statue, but instead of striking a pose like Zhao Long, he simply stood there.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, his entire demeanor changed abruptly.
Like a spear about to pierce the sky!
"drink!"
He suddenly took a step forward, and his right fist shot out like a cannonball, aiming straight for the dantian of the black iron statue!
Xingyiquan, Cannon Fist!
This punch, though not as imposing as Zhao Long's, possessed an extremely refined penetrating power that caused Chen Beixuan and Qin Zhenshan, who were standing at a distance, to change their expressions slightly.
"Bang!"
Another muffled sound.
This time, the voice wasn't so deep; instead, it was somewhat sharp.
To everyone's astonishment, the massive iron statue, weighing a staggering 3,600 jin (approximately 1,850 kg), suddenly...
It shook slightly!
Although the amplitude was very small, it definitely shook!
"It moved! It moved!"
"My God! He actually did it!"
The entire audience erupted in a thunderous roar of gasps!
Guo Fan withdrew his fist, his face pale and sweat beading on his forehead, clearly indicating that the punch had taken a heavy toll on him. But as he looked at the swaying figure, a proud smile appeared on his face.
He respectfully clasped his hands in a fist salute towards Ma Cong.
"Guo Fan of Xingyi, please review this, Grandmaster!"
A faint smile finally appeared on Ma Cong's face.
He nodded.
"Pass."