radicalducati Chapter 39: The fake martial arts master tries to scam someone, but gets beaten to a pulp by the mec
Chapter 39: The fake martial arts master tries to scam someone, but gets beaten to a pulp by the mec
Lin Xian leaned back in the holographic beach chair, holding a glass of freshly squeezed chilled watermelon juice in his hand, his gaze casually falling on the floating monitoring screen in front of him, watching the commotion outside.
On the screen, Ma Baoguo, dressed in a white Tai Chi uniform, was standing on the main road at the entrance of the village, striking what he considered a dignified and otherworldly pose, while his assistant was broadcasting live to millions of viewers across the internet.
Lin Xian yawned and casually swiped the system-generated investigation data to the center of the screen, recognizing the old man as a clown hired by the financial tycoons who went bankrupt yesterday.
Foreign capital has lost everything, and can only resort to such despicable means, attempting to smear the manor's technological wonderland in online public opinion by challenging and exposing its frauds through live streaming.
Aunt Li, holding a rolling pin, stood behind the police line, watching the withered old man jumping around, and loudly mocked him, asking if he had gotten heat rash from wearing a long robe in the sweltering heat and had come here to act crazy.
The comments in the live stream chat were scrolling wildly like snowflakes. Those paid trolls were shouting and clamoring to support traditional martial arts and show Lin Xian what real Chinese kung fu was all about.
Several bigwigs hidden in their overseas bases stared intently at the screen, wine glasses in hand, excitedly awaiting the moment when Lin Xian would be utterly disgraced. They had even opened the celebratory champagne ahead of time.
Lin Xian swallowed the watermelon juice in his mouth, not even in the mood to stand up and put on his shoes. In this sweltering heat, it was absolutely impossible for him to personally go down the mountain to beat up an old man.
He turned to look at the backyard, where a rudimentary intelligent bionic robot was standing, responsible for sweeping fallen leaves. It was dressed in a gray coarse cloth monk's robe, with several round heat dissipation holes printed on its alloy head, and it was holding a large broom.
Lin Xian snapped his fingers at the air and instructed Mu Xiaotian to activate the combat module of the robot vacuum cleaner in the backyard and send it down to spar with Master Ma.
Mu Xiaotian was playing a ranked match with her headphones on. She blind-typed a line of Enter keys and grinned, assuring the opponent that this defense protocol would be so effective that they wouldn't even recognize her.
A faint blue light flashed in the sweeping monk's alloy eyes, and his mechanical joints emitted a soft hydraulic sound. He dragged his broom up the holographic light guide stairs and landed lightly on the road.
At the village entrance, Ma Baoguo was boasting to the camera, claiming that his "Lightning Five-Strike Whip" technique involved the snapping of pine cones and that one strike could shatter the internal organs of a cow.
The heavy metal foot slammed onto the asphalt, making Ma Baoguo's feet go numb and nearly causing him to bite his tongue in fright.
The entire scene fell silent. The villagers stared wide-eyed at the metal lump, while netizens flooded the screen with comments, mocking Lin Xian for sending out a tin man who was actually sweeping the floor to fight.
Looking at this sweeping monk, Ma Baoguo was convinced that a robot with a broken broom could not withstand his decades of Tai Chi skills. Today, he would dismantle this pile of scrap metal in public to establish his authority.
He shouted loudly, his feet stepping on the Seven Star Step, his body trembling like a spring, as he unleashed the famous Lightning Five-Strike Whip.
Its two arms swung wildly in the air like noodles, whistling through the air as it hurtled towards the sweeping monk's alloy head. The fans in the live stream were eagerly anticipating the sight of the robot falling apart.
The mechanical sweeping monk didn't even put down the broom in his right hand. He calmly raised the alloy palm of his left hand, and the hydraulic engine precisely calculated Ma Baoguo's attack trajectory in a fraction of a second.
The mechanical hand drew a perfect Tai Chi semicircle in mid-air, its movements so smooth that there wasn't even the slightest pause, catching Ma Baoguo's wrist perfectly.
Ma Baoguo felt as if his wrist was being gripped tightly by a heavy hydraulic press. His proud internal strength struck it without making a sound, and his bones were being squeezed so hard they groaned.
The sweeping monk gently pulled his left hand back, and then used the most basic Tai Chi push hand move. This move seemed light and easy, but it contained the terrifying kinetic energy of a nuclear engine.
A muffled bang erupted in the air. Before Ma Baoguo could even scream, he was thrown into the air like a kite with a broken string.
He flew more than ten meters through the air, over Li Dama's head, and crashed heavily into a muddy puddle in the village committee courtyard, splashing mud and water all over the assistant photographers.
Ma Baoguo lay in the pit, twitching twice, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with mud. Along with the blood, he also spat out his two rows of newly fitted porcelain dentures.
The assistants on site were so frightened that they dropped their phone gimbals to the ground. They stared dumbfounded at the mechanical monk who was still sweeping fallen leaves, not even having the courage to go over and help their master.
The live stream chat exploded with comments, with netizens spamming the screen in amazement. They exclaimed that the robot's movements were even more precise than those of the abbot of Wudang Mountain, easily defeating the fake master with a single hand.
Aunt Li took a rolling pin and walked to the edge of the mud puddle. She kicked Ma Baoguo, who was still rolling his eyes, with her toe and mocked him, saying that this skinny guy dared to cause trouble for a busybody, completely unaware of his own mortality.
Several financial tycoons overseas, watching the black screen of the live stream, were so angry that they smashed their high-end desks. The pushers they had hired at great expense were dealt with in three seconds by a robot vacuum cleaner.
In less than ten minutes, Ma Baoguo's dark history of scamming people out of food and drink was exposed, and even the video of him being beaten up by a young man working out in the park spread all over the internet.
His fans across the internet instantly turned against him, and countless condemnations and ridicule flooded his social media accounts, completely nailing this fake master to the pillar of shame and leaving him utterly disgraced.
Ma Baoguo covered his leaky mouth, looked at the screen full of insults on his phone, and was so frightened that he scrambled out of the mud pit and fled the boundary marker of Qingshui County without looking back.
The mechanical sweeping monk dressed in a monk's robe became an instant sensation, gaining over ten million followers across the internet in just a few hours, and becoming the most dazzling electronic door god in Qingshui County.
Countless wealthy viewers showered the live stream with virtual rockets, clamoring to spend 100 million yuan to buy this intelligent doorman that can perform Tai Chi. Many martial arts schools also wanted to hire it as their head coach with a high salary.
The sweeping monk, however, acted as if nothing had happened. Dragging his large broom, he leisurely followed the light-guided staircase back to the backyard of the manor and continued to diligently clean up the peach petals on the ground.
Lin Xian watched the fake master fleeing in disarray on the holographic screen, curled his lips in boredom, and turned off the monitoring screen with a slight thought. He felt that it would be beneath him to even take action against this kind of old man trying to extort money.
He stood up, stretched his aching back, and slowly walked towards his luxurious bedroom in his flip-flops, ready to take a good afternoon nap to recharge.
Lin Xian walked to the bedside and had just taken off one shoe when he felt something prick his face. A dazzling spot of light shone directly onto his retina.
A beam of scorching sunlight pierced through the holographic glass outside the window, shining brightly on his eyelids, making it impossible for him to open his eyes, and he felt an annoying burning sensation.
The beam of light, like a sharp sword, precisely tore apart the lazy, comfortable sleeping atmosphere in the bedroom, freezing Lin Xian's movements in place.
He frowned, feeling irritated by the blinding sunlight. The sleepiness he had been building up for half a day vanished instantly, and a bad temper was slowly brewing in his heart.
Lin Xian gritted his teeth and strode to the French windows, pulling the heavy blackout curtains shut to completely block out the annoying light.
He glanced at the sliver of light peeking through the gap in the curtains and muttered with a cold laugh, "This damn sun comes out on time every day to scorch people, it really doesn't know the rules. It seems this fireball in the sky can't be allowed to stay."