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

"Bang bang bang—"

The night, as thick as ink, completely swallowed the Tang Family Garden Villa. Only the shrill gunshots and the whistling of metal tearing through the air shattered the deathly darkness.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Chen Feng moved like a ghostly black shadow, darting and weaving through the night amidst a hail of bullets.

He skimmed along the ground, each leap precisely dodging the whistling bullets, his two pistols flashing in his hands, the flames spitting from their muzzles like ghostly fire from hell.

"Bang bang bang—"

The gunshots were short and fierce, each one accompanied by the muffled groan of the enemy falling to the ground. The bullets pierced precisely between the eyebrows and throats without the slightest hesitation.

This moment.

He was like the Grim Reaper in the dark night, leaving only cold corpses in his wake.

at the same time.

Tang Zhen and his group were deathly pale. They took the opportunity to escape quickly through the back door to the shooting range. All they could hear was the sharp sound of bullets whizzing past their ears, and they kept stepping on warm corpses. Fear almost consumed them.

Several times he narrowly escaped death, each time Chen Feng turned around in time, raised his hand, and took out the ambushers in the shadows with a single shot. His cold voice cut through the noise: "Run!"

Just as everyone arrived at the shooting range, thinking they were temporarily safe.

A sudden change has occurred!

At the back of the line, a guard gritted his teeth, his face devoid of any loyalty, his eyes filled with ruthlessness. He instantly pointed his pistol at Tang Zhen's chest and pulled the trigger hard!

"Bang!"

The instant the gunshot rang out.

Tang Zhen felt as if his blood had frozen, his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and the chill of death instantly swept over his entire body, leaving him unable to utter a sound.

Tang Tang, standing beside him, was terrified out of her wits, letting out a piercing scream: "Dad!!"

At the critical moment.

Chen Feng's gunshot rang out almost simultaneously with the enemy's!

"Bang!"

The two bullets collided with a loud crash in mid-air!

"bite--!"

The ear-piercing metallic clang was so sharp it hurt the eardrums. Sparks flew in the night as the deadly bullet aimed at Tang Zhen's heart was deflected, grazing his left arm and leaving a trail of bright red blood that splattered onto Tang Tang's pale cheek.

Before the traitor could react.

"Bang--!"

Chen Feng's eyes were as cold as ice. The second shot followed immediately, the bullet piercing his forehead with precision, blood and brain matter splattering instantly!

The traitor didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

Chen Feng holstered his gun, his gaze sweeping over the still-shaken crowd. His voice was cold and hard as iron: "The traitor has been eliminated! Don't stand there, prepare to fight!"

Tang Zhen, clutching his bleeding left arm, nodded, trembling all over. Tang Tang supported him, tears mixed with fear streaming down her face. The group stumbled and rushed toward the warehouse where the guns had been fired.

next moment.

"Clang—!"

Tang Zhen's face was ashen. He scrambled open a reinforced warehouse and pushed Tang Tang and the others inside, yelling, "Hide! No matter what happens outside, don't come out!"

Done.

He turned and grabbed a rifle, fighting alongside Niu Ma. His voice trembled, but he forced himself to remain calm: "Quick! Everyone get into position, load! Fire hard!"

The remaining dozen or so loyal guards were pale, but they still gritted their teeth and took their positions, operating the four heavy machine guns in groups of two or three.

The sounds of rapid, repetitive cocking echoed.

next second.

"Da da da—!"

The heavy machine gun roared wildly, spewing out tongues of fire. Dense bullets rained down on the pursuing enemy like a storm, kicking up dust and instantly suppressing the enemy's charge, with screams echoing everywhere.

But this advantage was fleeting!

Heavy machine guns are too cumbersome, and fixed firing positions are instantly exposed to the enemy's view.

"Bang bang bang—!"

Enemies from all directions immediately locked onto the machine gun position, and bullets rained down like scarlet raindrops. The bullets hit the cover, sending up gravel and wood chips, and the ear-piercing impact sound made people's scalps tingle.

in the night.

Countless lines of fire crisscrossed and weaved a dense, impenetrable web of death over the firing range.

In a short time.

The sharp whistling of bullets, the roar of heavy machine guns, the screams of the enemy, and the muffled groans of those hit by bullets intertwined to create a terrifying symphony of death.

Inside the warehouse.

Tang Tang and the others huddled tightly behind the bulletproof glass, their faces ashen and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Through the glass, they could clearly see the horrific scene outside—the gunners of four heavy machine guns were hit one after another, their blood splattering on the guns, their bodies collapsing limply, some even riddled with bullets, lying in pools of blood convulsing uncontrollably.

In front of the machine gun, enemy corpses were piled up like mountains, blood soaking the ground, turning an eerie dark red in the night. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood, so pungent that it made people nauseous.

In the midst of fierce fighting.

Chen Feng, wielding two pistols, moved swiftly between cover, displaying superb flick-sniping skills.

He didn't need to aim deliberately; with a casual flick of his wrist, the gunshots rang out precisely, and the enemy gunmen in the shadows were blown off one after another, their bodies rolling down from their hiding places.

"Watch out on your left!"

Chen Feng gave a low shout, raised his hand, and took down the ambushing enemy with a single shot. Tang Zhen broke out in a cold sweat and nodded repeatedly in thanks.

Several times, enemy bullets nearly hit Tang Zhen, but Chen Feng turned around in time and shot the gunman dead, pulling him back from the brink of death.

Although Niu Ma was a woman, she was a top expert in the late stage of Ming Jin (a martial arts technique), possessing immense strength.

She picked up the heavy machine gun, her movements as agile as an ape, quickly moving between cover, the muzzle constantly spitting fire, the dense bursts of fire suppressing the enemy so they couldn't raise their heads.

As she fired, she roared, "Sir Tang, hold the right flank! Is Steward Hu alright?!"

Hu Mingxuan was pale, having been shot three times, his clothes soaked in blood, yet he still gritted his teeth and fired a shot before moving to a different position.

He pulled out some wound medicine from his pocket and haphazardly sprinkled it on his wounds, wincing in pain, but still gripping his rifle tightly: "I'm fine! I can still fight!"

The fierce battle lasted for a full half-incense stick's time, then the gunfire gradually subsided, and the enemy's offensive weakened.

Chen Feng looked up into the distance, his gaze sharp as a knife, locking onto the towering silhouette of the city government building in the night. His brows furrowed suddenly, and he spoke in a deep voice, tinged with seriousness: "Something's not right!"

Tang Zhen, panting heavily, leaned against the cover and was stunned by what he heard: "What?"

"We've been fighting for so long, and we haven't seen a single police officer from the concession!" Chen Feng's voice was as cold as ice: "This is concession territory. Normally, they would have arrived long ago if there were gunfire, but now..."

Cow Mom's face instantly turned ashen, a flash of despair and anger crossing her eyes. She slammed her fist against the cover: "It must be the higher-ups! They've been in cahoots all along, waiting to sit back and watch the tigers fight..."

Chen Feng's eyes sharpened, and without another word, he turned to the silent Tang Zhen, his tone brooking no argument: "Sir Tang, are there any other heavy weapons in this warehouse?"

Tang Zhen shuddered, his expression extremely complex. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes... there are ten original German Krupp 105mm howitzers, crucial strategic equipment for the concession, classified as diplomatic weapons. I don't have the authority to use them. If they are fired, it could easily trigger a war, with very serious consequences!"

Hu Mingxuan jumped up and down in a panic: "What kind of time is this to talk about authority! If we don't fire now, we'll all be dead!"

"In urgent situations, expediency is key!"

Chen Feng nodded and said in a deep voice, "The enemy is reorganizing. If we don't act now, we'll all die here! Open it quickly! I only need one door, and it won't trigger a war!"

Cow Mom, clutching her machine gun, loudly echoed, "Sir Tang! As long as we're alive, we can always fight again! Only by surviving can we have a chance to defend ourselves!"

Without further hesitation, Tang Zhen staggered to the depths of the warehouse and opened a heavy iron door.

The ten enormous cannons were completely covered by thick nylon cloth, and the bulging outlines beneath the cloth exuded a chilling sense of oppression, with a cold, metallic aura emanating from them.

Chen Feng strode forward and suddenly ripped open the nylon cloth!

A Krupp 105mm howitzer, entirely black and exuding a chilling aura, has been unveiled!

The robust cannon barrel is over three meters long with a caliber of 105 millimeters. The barrel wall has a cold, hard metallic luster. The cannon body is made of precision steel components and weighs two tons. The double-wheeled gun carriage below is sturdy and heavy. The cannon barrel is as deep as a black hole, as if it can swallow everything.

The cannon is engraved with exquisite German inscriptions, exuding the violent aesthetics of the industrial age. Just by standing there quietly, it exudes a majestic aura that can destroy the world. This is a true weapon of war!

Looking at this enormous creature, Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Without saying a word, Chen Feng's arm muscles instantly bulged, veins popped out, and internal energy surged wildly to his limbs and bones.

"Hey--!"

With a low shout, he braced his hands against the cannon barrel and forcefully pushed the nearly two-ton steel behemoth slowly outward, the ground creaking under the weight of the two wheels.

Tang Zhen stared in disbelief, then suddenly realized what was happening and shook his head repeatedly, his face full of regret: "It's useless! This cannon has a range of over ten thousand meters, while the enemy is only a few hundred meters away. It's impossible to hit them! It can't unleash its full power!"

Chen Feng ignored them, turned around and ordered in a deep voice: "Niu Ma, provide full fire support! Manager Hu, help me move the shells!"

Just as he was figuring out how to quickly get started, the warehouse door was suddenly pushed open.

"Chen Feng!"

Tang Tang rushed out despite the danger, tears still streaming down her face, but her eyes were unusually determined: "I studied in Germany, and I specifically learned artillery command during military training. I know how to use it! Tell me, where should we fire?"

Chen Feng raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at the distant municipal government building that symbolized power and conspiracy. A cold and ruthless smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Every word he uttered was resounding and powerful, so much so that everyone present was shocked and their jaws nearly dropped to the ground!

"Aim down—at the City Hall!"

"beat!"