NABC Chapter 94 Overwhelmingly, Emerging from the Surface
Chapter 94 Overwhelmingly, Emerging from the Surface
Chapter 94 Overwhelmingly, Emerging from the Surface
"Let Mr. Zhao go, and quickly, that's the safest way."
"Break the sea? Surely not?" Luo Zhenkun hesitated.
Who is Zhao Pohai?
That was the pillar of the Eastern Kingdom Traditional Martial Arts Association, one of the seven general-level martial artists in the Eastern Kingdom, and the only one outside the system. Why bother him with such a small matter?
"Isn't this a bit like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"
"President, this is no longer just a simple competition; it's a matter of great importance concerning the reputation and even the very essence of our association."
Xu Shimin shook his head helplessly and began to explain in detail to Luo Zhenkun.
These past few days, that kid Hu Biao has really made a name for himself.
From "College student challenges world champion" to "Arrived in Beijing, ready to fight the day after tomorrow," every step has been taken at the peak of traffic. Putting aside everything else, this little bastard's Weibo account now has over 100,000 followers, and even more onlookers are watching closely.
After several days of hype and speculation, it's not an exaggeration to say that millions of eyes are on the ring on January 18th; in fact, that's a bit of an understatement.
This is just online.
The entire traditional martial arts community has also turned its attention to this matter.
If, at this point, the organizers suddenly announce, "Sorry, the Thai athlete has been injured and the competition is cancelled,"...
Will netizens believe it?
Would people in the traditional martial arts community believe that?
If you didn't believe it when you got the call, I wouldn't believe it even if I were sitting here right now, let alone with an internet connection between us!
Rumors will definitely spread, and negative public opinion will completely engulf the Traditional Martial Arts Association!
Therefore, there is only one way now: to get Hu Biao to withdraw from the competition voluntarily.
This would shift the focus of public opinion to Hu Biao, who would then bear the brunt of the backlash.
So, how can we get Hu Biao to withdraw from the competition?
It's definitely not going to work if we just talk to each other nicely.
That bastard is not a reasonable person.
Bribery?
He's the son of a real estate conglomerate, he's got plenty of money!
He clearly wants to become an internet celebrity, so how could he possibly agree to this? Therefore, the only way is to beat him into submission and scare him into submission.
Moreover, they eliminated him before news of Zhalun's injury could spread.
"Therefore, we can only send Mr. Zhao. After all, this kid is quite capable. If we send someone else, even if we defeat him, it probably won't convince him. It might even cause more negative effects, since we live in the information age."
"I see!"
It was 9 PM at the Emperor Hotel, room 812.
Hu Biao was sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone when the doorbell rang.
He smiled, put down his phone, and didn't speak or get up. He just sat on the edge of the bed looking at the door, wanting to see what the other person would do if he didn't respond.
Then, the door opened, and a middle-aged man walked in.
"Damn it, they even have key cards! What a lousy hotel!" Hu Biao cursed under his breath, determined to expose them later.
The person who came was not particularly tall, about 1.75 meters, wearing dark gray casual clothes, with slightly gray hair, sideburns that looked like they had been cut with a knife, a square face, slightly protruding brow bones, deep-set eyes, and a gaze like two silent ancient wells.
After entering the room, he turned around and closed the door, then stood there, looking at Hu Biao on the bed.
Hu Biao didn't move, nor did he put down his phone. He just looked at him with a "questioning" gaze. After a few seconds, he finally spoke, "Who are you?"
"Traditional Martial Arts Association, Zhao Pohai."
Hu Biao tilted his head. "Oh—" he drawled, "How did you get the access card?"
"That's not important."
Zhao Pohai said, "I've come today because there's something I'd like to discuss with you."
"Discuss?" Hu Biao laughed. "Is this how people in your association discuss things? Just barging in without warning in the middle of the night?"
Zhao Pohai didn't respond to that, and went straight to the point, saying, "Regarding the exchange match the day after tomorrow," he said, "I hope you can voluntarily withdraw."
Hu Biao looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"Did you have a stroke?"
Zhao Pohai's gaze froze for a moment, and he remained silent for two seconds.
"Young man," he said, a faint hint of weariness finally creeping into his voice, "I'm not here to haggle with you."
"I'm not going to haggle with you. I'm going to call the police." Hu Biao waved his phone and started dialing 110.
"He's definitely a troublesome kid." Zhao Pohai frowned and raised his right hand.
Without any build-up or warning, he simply raised his fist, clenched it, and pushed it forward.
This punch was delivered without a sound or a shockwave.
Only one kind of extremely heavy, dense force, like an invisible mountain, slowly pressed down from the fist.
This is not a test.
He just wanted to punch this unpleasant kid so hard he felt like he was dying.
"Tch!" He frowned, and his left hand moved as well. He raised his palm from his side, his five fingers slightly spread, palm facing forward, to meet the incoming fist.
--Snapped.
Fist and palm touch.
The sound was very soft, like two thick pieces of leather gently patting together.
Then both of them froze.
Zhao Pohai didn't move, but his expression changed drastically.
His fist pressed against the center of Hu Biao's palm, and the sensation it returned was not soft, not yielding, not even resistance.
It is indestructible.
That palm was like a frozen piece of earth.
His fist sank in, but he couldn't push it away even an inch.
Zhao Pohai's eyelid twitched.
He increased his effort.
Three parts strength.
Five points of effort.
Seven parts effort.
The force of the punch was like layers of surging tides, enough to carve cracks in the granite.
His feet were already more than ten centimeters into the floor, but his palms remained completely still.
Most importantly, Hu Biao's feet didn't even touch the ground; he was just sitting on the edge of the bed, and the bed beneath him didn't move an inch.
Zhao Pohai's pupils slowly contracted.
He wanted to pull his fist back.
I can't pull it out.
Hu Biao's five fingers had somehow closed up, gripping his fist like an iron hoop.
General rank!
An incredible yet perfectly logical thought flashed through my mind.
Only then did he truly see the incredibly arrogant young man before him.
This young man, whom he barely glanced at when he walked in—
This kid is a general!
And, even stronger than him?
For a moment, he was even a little dazed, but soon, the powerful will of a general-level martial artist pulled him back to his senses. His arm muscles suddenly tensed up, he lowered his waist and sat down, and his strength rose from the ground. His entire right arm was like a cable tightly twisted by steel bars, and he pulled!
Not moving.
Hu Biao's hand gripping his fist was as steady as if it were welded to the void.
Zhao Pohai's heart pounded heavily in his chest.
Hu Biao suddenly laughed, "I heard you've been famous for over thirty years. Over thirty years, old man, have you ever heard the saying, 'Never underestimate a young man'—no, it's more like, 'Youth has the upper hand in a fight!'"
Zhao Pohai's pupils suddenly contracted.
His left fist moved.
He didn't hold back with this punch.
The fist tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound at extremely close range, aiming straight for Hu Biao's right rib.
Hu Biao did not let go.
His body moved as gently as a reed in the wind, the fist grazing his clothes and striking the air five centimeters behind him, blasting a dent the size of a bowl into the hotel wall, sending plaster dust flying everywhere.
At the same instant, Hu Biao's right hand reached out.
The five fingers are shaped like claws, not to grab, but to drop.
Like an eagle swooping down from a great height, its claws gently retracted, precisely gripping Zhao Pohai's left elbow.
Eagle Claw Grappling Technique!
It wasn't a particularly sophisticated move, but it was executed perfectly.
A concentrated force, like an electric current, surged from the elbow joint, sweeping along the ulna and radius, utterly destroying everything in its path.
Zhao Pohai's entire left arm went numb instantly.
Before he could react, Hu Biao released his left hand from his right fist, while his right hand still locked his left elbow, and twisted and pulled it.
Zhao Pohai's body was pulled forward by this irresistible, skillful force, and he staggered half a step.
He slammed his right foot on the ground, trying to regain his balance, but when his foot landed, it didn't strike a solid floor, but rather a soft, weightless void.
Hu Biao's foot had somehow slipped under his feet, and with a flick of his toe, it struck the back of his right knee, where he was bearing weight.
His knees buckled.
Zhao Pohai's tall body finally lost its balance.
He tried to roll over to dissipate the force, but Hu Biao's right hand had somehow slid from his elbow to his shoulder, his five fingers hooked precisely into the Jianjing acupoint, and pressed down.
His entire left arm hung limply, like a machine that had lost power.
Next are the right arm, right shoulder, right elbow, right wrist, spine, hip, back of the knee, and ankle —
Hu Biao's movements were slow.
It could even be said to be very clear.
His hands moved like disassembling a delicate piece of porcelain, piece by piece, joint by joint, disassembling Zhao Pohai's seven joints of all sizes one by one.
Uninstall everything that can be uninstalled!
There was no blood.
There was no cracking sound like a bone breaking.
Only the slight, teeth-grinding thud when bone slips out of the glenoid fossa.
The entire process takes no more than three seconds.
Zhao Pohai slowly slid down against the wall.
His back pressed against the cold wallpaper, his arms hanging at an unnatural angle at his sides, his left leg unable to straighten, and his right leg unable to bend. He lay like a puppet stripped of all its chains in the corner of this ordinary hotel room.
He did not struggle.
He didn't even try to stand up with his remaining strength.
He simply raised his head and looked at Hu Biao with a blank expression—yes, blank.
This is the look in one's eyes, a gaze that comes from a state of profound mental and emotional distress, one that is on the verge of snapping.
Hu Biao glanced down at him, said nothing, and simply picked up his phone from the bedside table, turned on the screen, and opened the camera.
—Click!
The flash went off, capturing Zhao Pohai's disheveled appearance as he sat slumped against the wall.
Then he opened Weibo.
Fingers danced rapidly across the screen.
[Eagle Claw King - Hu Biao: The association is truly inhuman; they sent someone to the hotel to threaten me into withdrawing from the competition. When negotiations failed, they resorted to violence. But—don't they know the saying "youth has an advantage"? Sending an old man, I don't know what they were thinking. [Image]]
send!
Then, start dialing again.
"Hello, is this 110? Room 812 of the Emperor Hotel, someone broke into my room and attacked me. Yes, I am the victim. The assailant is still in my room, but I have him under control."
Then, he threw away his phone and used the bedside phone to call the front desk. "Hey, what's going on? Why is a stranger with my room key barging into my room? I've already called the police. You'll be in for a payout!"
*Click*, the phone was hung up!
Then, he saw his phone ringing incessantly.
The big fish has officially surfaced!
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