60: Chapter 60: The entire New York audience was stunned: Is this a human?
He leaped down from the third floor, the massive impact directly shattering the concrete floor beneath his feet.
This entrance instantly stunned the dense crowd in the plaza.
After landing on his feet, Lin Tian brushed the dust off his suit and walked forward with steady steps.
The onlookers retreated to both sides like a tide, clearing a wide path for him.
Walking to the edge of the ring, Lin Tian stomped his back foot hard against the ground, his whole body springing up as if equipped with springs.
He vaulted directly over the man-high fence, his body tracing a beautiful backflip in mid-air before landing steadily in the center of the ring.
"So cool!"
In the third-floor box, Elizabeth held up her binoculars, jumping up and down with excitement, cheering repeatedly.
"Good heavens! That move just now... could it be the legendary Chinese Kung Fu? Sean, you aren't acting like a proper young lady at all right now!" her mother Laura quickly chimed in to remind her.
Rockefeller leaned back in his chair, smiling and shaking his head: "This Chinese kid always manages to cause quite a stir!"
Second-floor box.
Edison's hand, holding his coffee cup, wouldn't stop shaking.
From the perspective of someone who prided himself on being a scientist, the human musculoskeletal system simply couldn't perform such an exaggerated jumping motion.
"This completely defies science!"
On the ring.
On the ring, the strongman Pierre, nicknamed Polar Bear, stared at Lin Tian, who had jumped in out of nowhere.
Seeing Lin Tian in a black suit and red bowtie, he looked disdainful and mocked him in a muffled, gruff voice:
"Kid, that somersault of yours just now—you could definitely earn some tips performing acrobatics at a circus. But standing on this ring requires strong muscles and an iron physique!"
"Oh? You think your muscles are very useful?" Lin Tian asked back, hands in his pockets.
Pierre couldn't be bothered with small talk and simply slammed his gloved fists together in front of his chest.
The muscles on his body instantly expanded.
Standing over two meters tall, combined with his exaggerated muscle mass, he looked like a giant humanoid beast standing upright, radiating immense pressure.
The New York commoners below the ring swallowed hard.
Everyone was whispering to themselves. This was a monster capable of landing a punch with eight hundred pounds of force, enough to beat a cow to death.
In the eyes of Westerners, size equaled combat power.
Standing before him, Lin Tian, who was just over 1.6 meters, looked like a pitifully weak little chick that could be pinched to death at any moment.
Amidst the noisy crowd, no one noticed a pair of sinister eyes staring fixedly at Lin Tian on the stage.
"Bruce Lin, you definitely won't be leaving this ring today!"
The boy wearing a newsboy cap gritted his teeth, his eyes hiding an undisguisable murderous intent.
In the center of the ring.
The white referee called the two together and loudly announced the rules:
"This duel has no restrictions, other than no weapons allowed. Since both sides have signed a death waiver, fate will decide if you are beaten to death or crippled. If anyone can't take it, shout out that you surrender, and I will blow the whistle to stop it immediately!"
After explaining the rules, the referee sized up the two's vastly different physiques, having already decided in his heart that this Chinese kid would surely be the first to call for help.
He turned to ask Lin Tian: "Do you need to go back to the dressing room to change clothes?"
"No need!"
Lin Tian casually loosened his tie without even unbuttoning his suit jacket, standing calmly in place, completely unfazed by the giant in front of him.
Below the stage, a group of martial arts experts who had rushed over from Chinatown were crowded together.
Seeing Lin Tian standing so loosely with openings all over his body, everyone looked at each other, stamping their feet in anxiety.
"With the Young Leader in this stance, he's definitely going to suffer a huge loss if he runs into a tough opponent!"
"Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions. Look at how he jumped from the third floor just now and was completely unharmed; his muscles and bones must have been trained to the pinnacle. Logically, even a beginner apprentice would know to set up a defensive starting stance; it's impossible for him to be full of openings."
"What does that mean?"
"I can't see through it. I've only seen this state of returning to simplicity in the great masters of the older generation. For example, Old Master Dong, who created Baguazhang back in the day. But when Old Master Dong showed this, he was already in his twilight years. How could he have reached this stage at such a young age like the Young Leader?"
After hearing this analysis, the group of old martial artists' eyes lit up, and they stared fixedly at the ring, afraid of missing a single detail.
No matter how much theory you talk about, it's useless; you still have to look at the actual skill.
The referee waved his hand, announcing the start of the fight.
Clang, clang, clang!
The copper bell by the ring rang.
Polar Bear Pierre began to move with short, quick steps.
Although he looked like a clumsy bear, his brain was not stupid at all.
Facing Lin Tian, whose depth was unknown, even if the opponent looked harmless, he would never underestimate the enemy or act rashly.
Testing the opponent's true strength first was the trump card for a professional boxer to save their life.
He kept circling around Lin Tian, looking for an angle to attack.
As soon as the bell rang, the audience below the stage completely boiled over.
"Crush this Chinese kid, Giant Bear!"
"Blow his head off!"
"Bruce, use your Chinese Kung Fu to knock this stupid bear down!"
The shouts of support for both sides blended into one.
The two on the ring, however, turned a deaf ear to it.
Pierre tentatively approached and suddenly swung his right fist, aiming straight for Lin Tian's face.
To prevent being countered, he deliberately held back thirty percent of his strength.
Even so, this punch still had four hundred pounds of force. If it were an underground boxer, they wouldn't dare to take it head-on.
Facing the lightning-fast punch, Lin Tian didn't even dodge.
He casually raised his right hand, splayed his five fingers, and steadily caught the sandbag-sized boxing glove.
Pierre was stunned.
His four-hundred-pound heavy punch had actually been caught by a ten-year-old kid with one hand, as if it were nothing.
"This kid is a bit weird; he's definitely not simple!"
Pierre muttered to himself.
But since it had come to this, he had to fight to the end.
Thinking of the huge sum of money someone had stuffed into his hands last night for the kill, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes instantly.
Pierre yanked his right hand back and immediately changed tactics.
Straight punches, hooks, uppercuts!
A storm-like combo of punches rained down on Lin Tian's head.
Relying on his agile footwork, he would take a half-step back immediately after landing a punch, never overcommitting.
A few minutes passed, and the onlookers below the stage slowly realized something was wrong.
Pierre's punches whistled through the air, each one powerful and heavy.
But after fighting for so long, he hadn't even grazed a corner of Lin Tian's clothes.
Just as a fist was about to smash into his head, Lin Tian would always casually tilt his head, just barely dodging the heavy blow.
Except for catching the punch with one hand at the beginning, the rest of the time, Pierre was being led around by the nose by Lin Tian like a monkey.
The situation was truly too bizarre.
The old martial artists below the stage were so shocked that their jaws were almost dropping to the ground.
"The Young Leader's footwork... could he have really reached the legendary Taoist realm of the mind following the heart, and the heart following the mind?"
"Are you kidding me! How can martial arts be so mystical!"