Republic of China era: Actor? Please call me Martial Arts Master!

Chapter 182 The head of the martial arts school is utterly defeated!

He roared, and his veins sprang up like a bowstring.

With its ten fingers bent like hooks and accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, it aimed straight for Lu Cheng's face and throat.

Eagle Claw Kung Fu emphasizes "grabbing clothes to feel the pulse and separating tendons and bones." If this claw strikes firmly, it can even make five holes in a stone.

In the blink of an eye.

Lu Cheng didn't dodge, and didn't even blink.

His calm voice resounded throughout the training ground, reaching the ears of every apprentice.

"Watch closely, everyone."

"This instructor Liu's Eagle Claw Kung Fu, though seemingly fierce, actually violates a major taboo in martial arts."

"He focused solely on the power of his fingertips, neglecting the importance of sinking his Qi to the Dantian (lower abdomen)." Shrugging his shoulders when exerting force is called "Qi floating."

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"If the energy is weak, the foundation will be unstable."

Before he could finish speaking...

The sharp eagle claws were already three inches away from Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng simply raised his right hand slowly.

Without using even the slightest bit of internal force, he relied entirely on his pure physical body, which had undergone 70% marrow cleansing and possessed an ultimate mastery of human mechanics and structure.

His hand, seemingly unintentionally, rested against the outside of Instructor Liu's eagle claw wrist.

Tai Chi, [Listening to the Force]!

"The power of his claws originates in his shoulder, and its pivot point is in his elbow. All we need to do is destroy his pivot point—"

Lu Cheng's voice remained calm and unhurried, characteristic of his teaching style.

He gently rolled the back of his hand along Instructor Liu's wrist, then flipped his wrist.

With five fingers, as if playing a piano, he gently plucked the acupoint on Instructor Liu's elbow joint.

"Smack."

A very soft, crisp sound.

"what!"

Instructor Liu felt as if his entire right arm had been electrocuted.

A tingling, numb, and weak sensation instantly spread throughout his body. The eagle claws that were originally strong enough to crush stones drooped down like noodles, and all the hidden strength dissipated instantly.

"To break his move, you don't need to take it head-on. Just follow his momentum and pull his already unstable center of gravity."

"Lu Cheng's palm gently pressed and pushed on Instructor Liu's shoulder."

Tai Chi, "Using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds!"

Instructor Liu's strong, muscular body, weighing over 200 pounds, stumbled uncontrollably to the left.

At that moment, on the left was Instructor Zhao, who practiced Baguazhang, stepping through the mud with his palms like knives, launching a sneak attack on Lu Cheng's weak spot from the side.

Lu Cheng's attack directly threw Instructor Liu into Instructor Zhao's palm strike.

"Old Liu, get out of the way!"

Instructor Zhao was shocked and tried to withdraw his palm, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

The two collided head-on.

Instructor Zhao's Bagua Palm strike landed directly on Instructor Liu's chest. The two of them let out a muffled groan, rolled over, and fell face-first into the dust.

The entire room fell silent.

All that could be heard was Lu Cheng's gentle "teaching voice" continuing to echo.

"Did you see that?"

"This is martial arts without a soul."

"Although they have developed internal strength, their minds are entirely focused on getting promoted and making money. Their boxing techniques have long lost that pure killing intent and agility."

"Even if you master this kind of fist technique to the level of Transcendental Realm, you'll still die."

The edge of the training ground.

Chen Heting's originally arrogant face had turned ashen, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

He understood.

He understood it completely.

Lu Cheng didn't use a single bit of internal energy or qi, and didn't even move his feet an inch.

He was using a martial arts wisdom beyond human comprehension, with an absolute crushing of mechanics, timing, and human weaknesses, to "play" with three masters at the peak of internal strength.

This is hardly a martial arts competition.

This is clearly a live demonstration of a devastating attack.

"Instructor Li, what are you standing there for? Get him! Cripple him!" Chen Heting was almost hysterical.

The last instructor, Li, who practiced Tongbei Quan, was now in a difficult situation.

He gritted his teeth, arched his back, and transformed into a furious ape.

"Through the arms, split the mountain!"

His arms, like two thick steel whips, whistled through the air as he slashed down fiercely towards Lu Cheng's head.

Tongbei Quan emphasizes "strike from a distance," and if this strike lands, even an iron man would be dented.

"Good, you've mastered the Tongbei Fist technique to a certain extent."

Lu Cheng raised his head and looked at the "steel whip" that was about to fall.

"However, the essence of Tongbei lies in the 'back,' not the 'arm.'"

"He was too eager for quick results, wanting to kill with one blow. He used too much force, causing his back to stiffen, and his waist, hips, and lower body to completely disconnect."

"How to deal with this kind of move."

Lu Cheng tilted his head slightly back and clenched his right fist.

He didn't take the hit head-on, but waited until Instructor Li's arms were about to fall.

The fist, like lightning, shot upwards, drilling straight into the gap between Instructor Li's arms as he chopped down.

Xingyi, [Drilling Fist]!

But this is also a drilling fist without the support of internal force.

Lu Cheng's fist gently touched the "Shanzhong" acupoint in the center of Instructor Li's chest.

"This punch doesn't need to be forceful. The force of his own fall, combined with the opening in his dislocated waist and hips, is enough for him to defeat himself."

"Pop".

Lu Cheng's fist only paused for a moment at the Tanzhong acupoint.

Instructor Li felt as if a giant log had struck his chest.

The recoil force transmitted from his arms was trapped in his chest cavity because his waist and hips couldn't absorb it.

"puff-

"Instructor Li spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back in mid-air, and he fell straight back, crashing onto the blue bricks with a 'bang,' immediately losing consciousness."

Three masters with unparalleled internal strength.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Without Lu Cheng moving or using his internal energy, the two fought each other while severely injured, with one vomiting blood and falling into a coma.

Lu Cheng, however, remained impeccably dressed in his moon-white robe.

He didn't even dabble in breathing.

He stood still, pulled out the folding fan from his lower back, and gently unfolded it.

"Smack."

The folding fan is waved, and a gentle breeze comes.

Looking at the three capable henchmen lying on the ground, Chen Heting's originally arrogant face had turned ashen.

He originally intended to use these three people to test Lu Cheng's true strength and force Lu Cheng to submit through official pressure.

But they never expected to be defeated so decisively, not even managing to touch a single hem of Lu Cheng's clothes.

"Useless, a bunch of useless trash."

Chen Heting roared, and the two steel galls he had been playing with fell to the bluestone slab with a "thud," creating two deep craters.

"Lu Cheng, you are too arrogant."

boom!

A burst of qi and blood suddenly erupted from Chen Heting's seemingly slightly overweight body.

His fine silk robe fluttered in the air currents.

Neutralize the force!

Moreover, he was a senior master of internal energy transformation who had achieved 30% of the Qi and blood purification stage.

Chen Heting's ability to secure his position as deputy director of the Jinling National Martial Arts Academy is not solely due to his scheming and flattery.

In his early years, his "Eagle Claw Fist" had earned him a fearsome reputation in the martial arts world of southern China.

"Since you so disregard the National Martial Arts Academy."

"Today, I'll personally test your mettle as the 'Chief Instructor of North China.'"

Chen Heting's eyes were bloodshot, and he stomped his foot hard, shattering the blue bricks.

He was like a ferocious bird spreading its wings, his ten fingers like iron hooks forged from refined steel, bringing a terrifying sonic boom that tore through the air as he lunged straight at Lu Cheng's face.

"A talisman strikes in quick succession, tearing through the wind and splitting bones."

Faced with this overwhelming blow, hundreds of people and apprentices in the audience gasped in shock.

Zhang Sanjia raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that this Chen fellow was indeed hiding real skill.

However, Lu Cheng, standing in the center of the training ground, watched Chen Heting pounce on him like a ferocious bird.

He simply sighed softly.

"well----"

The sigh seemed insignificant amidst the explosion.

"I originally wanted to save you some face, but since Director Chen insists on personally getting involved and making things difficult for you—"

Lu Cheng casually tucked the folding fan back into his waistband, and suddenly two terrifying golden beams shot out from his usually gentle and refined eyes.

"Then let me show you what real Chinese martial arts are."

boom!

Lu Cheng no longer acted arrogantly; the terrifying Qi and blood within his body, at the half-step Core Formation stage, surged forth like an angry dragon awakening.

He did not use the softness of Tai Chi, nor the agility of Xingyi.

To deal with such arrogant and domineering bureaucratic masters, the only way is to crush them in the most domineering and brutal way, so as to completely break their backbone!

Lu Cheng stomped his foot hard, and the entire training ground seemed to tremble.

Bajiquan!

"roar--!"

In the dim light, it seemed as if a fierce tiger descending the mountain was roaring inside Lu Cheng's body.

Facing Chen Heting's sharp eagle claws, he advanced instead of retreating, his spine taut like a bowstring.

With a flick of his left hand, it was like a tidal wave, forcefully smashing through Chen Heting's eagle claw defense.

With his right hand clenched into a fist, he brought it down with tremendous force, smashing it down from above!

The Eight Extremes Killing Move — [Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain]!

"when!!!"

The collision of flesh and blood produced a sound like metal clashing.

Chen Heting felt a terrifying, overwhelming, and unparalleled internal force surge into his arms.

His proud Eagle Claw Qi, capable of crushing stone tablets, crumbled instantly before Lu Cheng's absolute domineering power, like paper!

"Click."

A sound of bones cracking rang out.

"ah--!"

Chen Heting let out a scream as the bones in both arms were broken by Lu Cheng's heavy punch, and the excruciating pain almost made him faint.

But it's not over yet.

Lu Cheng's eyes were icy cold. He stepped through the mud and instantly closed in, giving Chen Heting no chance to catch his breath.

The Eight Extremes Killing Move Reappears—【King Yama's Three-Point Hand】!

Lu Cheng's punches were so fast that they left only afterimages.

Three consecutive punches, each landing with bone-piercing force, slammed into Chen Heting's chest.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Chen Heting, a dignified Grandmaster of the Marrow Cleansing Stage 3, was now like a broken sack, his feet leaving the ground as he was beaten.

Finally, Lu Cheng's shoulders suddenly felt heavy.

[Mountain-like Lean]!

"boom"

Lu Cheng's shoulder slammed into Chen Heting's chest like a train engine traveling at full speed.

"puff--!"

Chen Heting coughed up a mouthful of blood, the blood mist spreading in the sunlight.

He was thrown backward as if hit by a cannonball, flying more than ten meters away and crashing into the weapon rack at the edge of the training ground. He slammed onto the blue brick ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

Dead silence.

The entire training ground, with hundreds of people, was so overwhelmed by this extreme display of violent aesthetics that they forgot to even breathe.

Chen Heting, the esteemed deputy director of the Jinling National Martial Arts Academy and a grandmaster of Hua Jin (a type of martial arts technique).

Before Lu Cheng could even last three rounds, he was brutally beaten by Bajiquan, his tendons and bones broken, and he collapsed to the ground like a dead dog!

The dust settled.

Lu Cheng stood still, his gray-blue robe still neat and tidy.

He pulled out a folding fan from his waist, unfolded it with a "snap," and gently shook it.

He looked down at Chen Heting, who was coughing up blood and staring in horror on the ground.

"Director Chen."

"This is your Jinling Martial Arts Academy's 'rules'?"

"This is the secret you use to suppress the martial arts world?"

"Simply, utterly vulnerable."

A moment later.

"good!!!"

Someone shouted first. Then...

"Master Lu is mighty!"

"Well done! These spineless cowards in official robes, do they even deserve to teach us martial arts?"

"In the world of martial arts, only Grandmaster Lu is recognized!"

Hundreds of ordinary people and apprentices erupted in thunderous cheers, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

The sound was so powerful it seemed capable of blowing the roof off the martial arts school.

They witnessed firsthand what true mastery is and what unparalleled dominance and indomitable spirit are.

Chen Heting's face had turned deathly gray.

He knew he had lost.

Not only did they lose men, but they also lost the hearts and minds of the people and the military fortunes of the entire north.

"Lu—Lu Cheng."

Chen Heting's lips trembled as he pointed at Lu Cheng, but he couldn't utter a single harsh word.

"Take your people, and that piece of waste paper of yours."

Lu Cheng pointed with his folding fan at the letter of appointment that had been thrown on the ground, his eyes icy cold.

"Get out of Beiping."

"Tell Song Peilun that the soul of Chinese martial arts resides in the people, in their very being. Anyone who attempts to use force and scheming to emasculate it—"

Lu Cheng slammed his folding fan shut.

"My fists, Lu Cheng's fists, are specially for striking traitors like these!"

Chen Heting didn't dare utter a single harsh word.

Accompanied by a few attendants, they slunk away from the martial arts school, dragging the three seriously injured instructors along like stray dogs.

Outside the martial arts school.

In a dark corner of the street, the spy sent by Commander Xing was so frightened that he dropped his cigarette on the ground, turned around, and scrambled away into the alley.

On the training ground.

Lu Cheng ignored the fleeing losers.

He turned around and looked at the hundreds of excited, admiring, and vibrant faces.

He smiled slightly.

"Everyone."

"The play is over. The troublemakers are gone. Now, this martial arts school is clean."

17

Lu Cheng tucked the folding fan back into his waistband, put his hands behind his back, and stared intently.

"Starting today, the [Tianxia Guoshu] Academy will officially begin classes."

"I, Lu Cheng, do not expect each of you to become a peerless master."

"My only wish is that everyone who walks out of this door, even if their spine is broken, will never bend their spirit!"

"Zhang Sanjia!" Lu Cheng shouted.

At the front of the crowd, the last martial arts champion of the Qing Dynasty straightened his thin back instantly.

"I am here!"

"Take them and get them into a horse stance."

"Alright."

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