Chinese martial arts: From human punching bags to martial arts mastery

The early spring wind swept dust across the withered grass, and the air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder from a recent machine gun battle.

The first round of the match has just ended.

"Go set up the 300-meter target!"

"Mom said in a deep voice to the guards beside her."

A moment later, a yellowed target paper on an open field in the distance swayed slightly in the wind and became the target for the next round!

"Click!"

The sound of metal being cocked was exceptionally clear. Nassau gripped his Mauser rifle tightly. This old-fashioned rifle had a heavy barrel and a strong recoil.

He raised his arm and slowly aimed at the target in the distance, taking a deep breath to adjust his breathing.

"Inhale—exhale—exhale—exhale—"

My fingertips gently rubbed the trigger until I found the precise force, then I pulled the trigger sharply.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and bullets pierced the air.

next moment.

The shouts of the guards in the distance immediately rang out: "Hit the target! First shot, hit!"

Nie Huanxi immediately moved closer to Nassau, flattering him obsequiously: "Brother Nassau is awesome! You can hit the target steadily even with a Mauser, your marksmanship is amazing!"

Nassau's lips curled into a smug smile as he deftly pulled the trigger, firing the next four bullets in quick succession.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Each shot carried a heavy recoil, causing the gun to tremble slightly, but this did not affect its accuracy in the slightest.

The next four bullets hit the target in succession, with the last one even grazing the edge of the bullseye, a truly amazing result.

After a while.

The mother stepped forward, looked down at the target paper, and slowly nodded: "Not bad! At a distance of 300 meters, this result with an ordinary rifle is top-notch!"

She had barely finished speaking.

Chen Feng made a move.

With a swift kick, he cocked the gun with a crisp "click"!

The entire set of movements was lightning fast, crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.

Before anyone could react.

Chen Feng swung his arm and flicked his wrist, sending the gun through the air in a clean arc. The muzzle instantly pointed at the target 300 meters away. He lowered his wrist slightly and lightly pulled the trigger with his fingertips!

"Bang--!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

"call out--!"

The bullet, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, hurtled through the air, leaving only a sonic boom in its wake.

next moment.

"Hit! Right on the bullseye!"

The guards' screams rang out almost simultaneously, their voices filled with disbelief.

"What?!"

Nassau's smug expression froze instantly. His grip on the gun tightened abruptly, his knuckles turning white, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets: "The bullseye?"

"impossible!"

"It was pure luck!"

The surrounding Jewish youths instantly erupted in uproar, crowding forward with expressions of shock and disbelief.

"Oh my god!"

Tangtang and Hutao covered their mouths and gasped in surprise, their eyes wide with astonishment at Chen Feng's move.

"Did you fling it off?"

The cow mother stared in disbelief, took a half step back, and her face was filled with disbelief.

She had seen countless sharpshooters, but she had never seen anyone use a Mauser rifle to perform such a "flick shot" – shooting without aiming or holding their breath, just by instinctively flicking the trigger, and hitting the bullseye at 300 meters!

This isn't just marksmanship, it's divine skill!

"It's just a coincidence, isn't it!?"

Hu Mingxuan muttered to himself in disbelief.

"It's no coincidence!"

Tang Zhen's sharp gaze locked onto Chen Feng, his eyes filled with amazement: "That kick-to-load-the-gun-and-fire technique is even more domineering than the marksmanship during the Suzhou River duel!"

He paused, then said with certainty, "It must be because I honed my skills with the machine gun during practice earlier; now I can use it at will, simplifying complex tasks!"

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Tang Zhen's gaze towards Chen Feng instantly changed, filled with admiration and anticipation. He secretly marveled, "This young man! His future is limitless! Perhaps he truly can become a giant who can influence the political landscape of Shanghai!"

Before anyone could react...

"call--!"

Chen Feng kicked again, and the sound of a gun being cocked rang out.

Before anyone could see what was happening, he had already flicked his wrist repeatedly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Four gunshots rang out in quick succession, almost as one!

After five shots were fired, the smell of gunpowder in the air instantly intensified.

This moment.

A deathly silence fell over the scene.

Everyone froze in place, their eyes fixed on the target paper in the distance.

The shouts of the guards came from afar immediately!

Nie Huanxi jumped up and shouted first, "Hahahaha! You've been exposed! I told you it was luck just now! Now you've missed the target completely!"

The Jewish youths chimed in, their faces full of mockery: "Exactly! What are you pretending for! You'd be lucky to hit one with a Mauser rifle!"

Hu Tao and Hu Mingxuan looked puzzled, and Tang Tang even took a step forward anxiously: "How could this be?"

The two couldn't believe Chen Feng had lost so easily!

"etc......"

Tang Zhen calmly waved his hand and turned his gaze to Niu Ma.

The cow mother stood frozen in place, her pupils dilating rapidly, her face almost overflowing with shock.

"suck--!"

She took a deep breath to calm her rapidly beating chest, her voice trembling but incredibly clear: "Quick! Quick! Get the target paper over here!"

soon.

The guards handed the target paper to everyone!

The crowd gathered around and took a look, and instantly fell silent!

In the center of the yellowed target paper, there was only a black bullet hole with smooth and neat edges!

"Missed...missed the target..."

Tangtang and Hutao exclaimed in surprise at the same time, their expressions dejected, their hearts filled with a tingling sadness.

Before the two could finish speaking...

"Five shots... all hit the bullseye!"

Mother Cow swallowed hard, her fingertips trembling slightly, pointing to the single bullet hole on the target paper: "And... all five bullets hit the same hole!"

"What?"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, thinking they had misheard!

"impossible!"

Nie Huanxi instantly flew into a rage, jumping up and down as she retorted, "Do you think we're three-year-olds? Three hundred meters! Mauser rifles! Five shots fired at the same time? Who are you kidding?!"

The Jewish youths erupted in anger, shouting, "We lost! What kind of tricks are these?! Don't you have any sense of reason?!"

Niu Ma completely ignored their shouts, turned to Nassau, and said in a serious tone, "You're one of Shanghai's top marksmen, you should have seen it very clearly just now!"

Nassau's forehead instantly became covered in cold sweat, his hands gripping the gun tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The image of Chen Feng firing his gun just now kept replaying in his mind, making his heart tremble!

He could see the trajectories of those five bullets very clearly!

He lost, he lost miserably!

But then he thought about the consequences!

"I...I...I don't know!"

Nassau shook his head, his voice hoarse, and hung his head straight down, not daring to look the crowd in the eye!

"Nassau!"

Chen Feng's lips curled slightly as he walked up to the other person, his tone calm yet carrying a sense of pressure: "I swear by your God, you really didn't see it?"

"Thump—!"

Nassau's body trembled violently, and he remained silent for a long while.

"I!"

He opened his mouth, then finally lowered his head in despair, his voice hoarse and resigned: "I...I lost!"