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

"clang--!"

A piercing sound of a copper bell suddenly broke the noise, and the life-or-death boxing match officially began!

"Yay!"

"The fight has begun!"

"Kill him!"

The gamblers below waved their bets wildly, their eyes filled with rage as they eagerly awaited Chen Feng's downfall.

"Kill Wadika!"

"Dila Dica!"

"Chinese pig, Deka!"

The three Muay Thai fighters, their faces full of contempt and ruthlessness, showed no intention of testing him. With a swift movement, they charged forward like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, instantly forming an encirclement and blocking all of Chen Feng's escape routes. It was clear that they intended to kill him on the spot in the ring!

"Hey--"

Black Panther was the first to attack. His right leg muscles were taut like iron. He suddenly leaped into the air and delivered a powerful flying knee that slammed into Chen Feng's chest with a whooshing sound!

"Trash—it's gotten stronger!"

Chen Feng neither dodged nor evaded. His muscles suddenly tensed up, and his hard qigong was instantly pushed to its limit. His skin faintly turned a light blue, as if he were wearing an invisible armor!

"Bang—!"

The knee slammed heavily into his chest, the dull thud sending a shiver through the entire arena.

Chen Feng's feet suddenly sank, his legs sinking half an inch into the wooden planks of the arena, splinters of wood falling everywhere. But he only let out a muffled groan and didn't take a single step back!

The Hard Qigong experience bar suddenly spiked – [Hard Qigong Introduction (459/500)]

The audience erupted in a chorus of disappointment.

"What a pity! That sandbag didn't even fall down!"

"What's Black Panther up to? Are they holding back?"

"Hurry up and collapse..."

The gamblers stared at the ring with resentment, cursing incessantly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Before Chen Feng could catch his breath, Kill Wolf darted behind him like a ghost, his hands forming claws, each move aimed at gouging eyes and locking throats. His legs were like whips, sweeping across Chen Feng's waist, ribs, back of the head, and inner knees with more than a dozen kicks. Each strike was so fast that it was just a blur, and the force was enough to shatter rocks and break bones!

"This trash—is even stronger!"

Chen Feng crossed his arms to protect his head, continuously unleashing his hard qigong, letting the wolf-killing legs rain down on him like a storm!

"Bang bang bang—"

The sound of the blows was as dense as the beating of drums, and each blow made his body sway slightly, his skin and flesh tingling and stinging.

But Chen Feng gritted his teeth and endured it, his internal energy growing heavier with each resistance, and his Hard Qigong experience bar soared once more—[Hard Qigong Beginner (464/500)]

"die--"

With a fierce roar, Long Zhou closed in, his arms as sharp as steel knives, delivering twelve consecutive heavy elbow strikes to Chen Feng's head, shoulders, neck, and spine!

Muay Thai elbow strikes are already deadly moves, let alone the lethal elbow strikes of top fighters. One elbow strike is enough to shatter stone tablets!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The hard elbow fell like an axe, striking Chen Feng with a dull thud that rang out like metal striking metal!

The veins on Chen Feng's head bulged, his neck was stiff and swollen, and he stood firm like a pine tree, despite the deadly elbows falling repeatedly and bright red blood seeping from his forehead.

With each elbow strike, his internal hard qigong grew stronger, and his experience bar drew ever closer to the critical point—[Introduction to Hard Qigong (476/500)]

After a series of exchanges...

Chen Feng glanced at them coldly, instantly assessing their combat strength in his mind—Black Panther was skilled in flying knee strikes with explosive power, but his defenses were wide open; Killer Wolf was unpredictable and fast-paced, with sharp claws and legs, but his foundation was weak; Dragon Elbow was exquisite and life-saving, with top-notch lethality, but his movements were stiff.

The three appeared to be working closely together, but in reality, they relied entirely on brute force and ruthlessness to suppress each other, without any discernible strategy.

If he could use Tongbei Fist at this moment, combined with hard qigong to protect his body, he could definitely cripple the three of them!

"How is that possible?"

The three Muay Thai fighters' expressions changed drastically, their eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

They had been fighting in the ring for many years and had never seen such a fearless Chinese person who could withstand heavy blows without falling!

"That wretched yellow-skinned pig—"

The three of them went completely mad, launching a relentless, relentless attack.

"Bang bang bang—"

Chen Feng was hit so hard that blood gushed from his mouth and nose. He was kicked so hard that he staggered. His forehead was split open by an elbow strike. Every bone in his body was in excruciating pain and numbness. His clothes were already soaked in blood. Every heavy blow made him sway and fall, but he stood firmly in place, not retreating an inch!

[Introduction to Hard Qigong (487/500)]

Below the ring.

Er Gou stamped his feet in desperation, his eyes instantly turning red, and still screamed in a hoarse voice, "Brother Feng, hold on! Don't fall!"

Disguised as a man, Yan Xiaomei huddled beside her senior brother. A lump formed in her throat, tears welling in her eyes, but she bit her lip hard to keep them from falling. Her gaze was a mixture of admiration and heartache: "Senior brother! Stop hitting him!"

The eldest brother's chest heaved violently, his emotions growing stronger and stronger.

He could clearly sense that with each blow Chen Feng received, his internal energy became more refined. This will to grow stronger through battle, to become stronger with each setback, far surpassed that of ordinary martial artists, inspiring his deepest admiration: "Good junior brother! Only today do I truly understand you!"

On the arena, the winds of war surged once more.

"Combined Deka!"

"He must be killed!"

The three Muay Thai fighters immediately changed formation.

Surrounded from all sides, knee strikes, fast kicks, and heavy elbows were delivered seamlessly, each move aimed at vital areas such as the heart, throat, and temples. It was clear that they wanted to kill Chen Feng on the spot to vent their hatred!

"Bang bang bang—"

Once, twice, three times... Chen Feng was brutally knocked down on the stage, blood constantly seeping from his mouth and nose, yet he struggled to get up again and again, refusing to yield no matter how many punches and kicks he received.

"this?"

The gamblers below the stage gradually quieted down.

Why?

Those who had been shouting and hoping for his death just moments before fell silent, their eyes trembling involuntarily.

They watched Chen Feng being knocked down time and time again, only to rise again and again. They watched him, who could have easily dodged, stubbornly endure all the deadly blows. They watched him share the same blood and skin color as the man who had just been killed.

No one laughed anymore, no one cursed anymore.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and held their breath, their cold greed being shattered bit by bit by Chen Feng's iron will.

They finally realized—these were not livestock to be slaughtered, but Chinese people who would rather die than submit!

"Go Feng Ge!"

Er Gou jumped up, his eyes wide as bells, fists flailing wildly, his voice cracking as he shouted, "Brother Feng is awesome!! Brother Feng, rise up!!"

He was Chen Feng's most loyal fan, and his heart was pounding. He was even more excited than if he were on the field himself, and every nerve in his body was taut with Chen Feng's movements.

"Senior brother!"

Yan Xiaomei gripped her clothes tightly with her small hands, her knuckles turning white. Her clear eyes were fixed on Chen Feng, filled with an intense and unconcealable admiration.

In her eyes, the man in the ring who withstood heavy blows without falling was a towering hero, and every inch of his body inspired her admiration.

"Well done!"

The eldest disciple's eyes snapped open, his face filled with shock, and he involuntarily took a step forward.

He had practiced martial arts for many years and had never seen anyone withstand so many deadly attacks with their bare body. His heart was filled with shock and turmoil. He clenched his fists so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

"call--"

Chen Feng exhaled a long breath, like a lone wolf cornered, staring intently at the three people opposite him: "Come on!"

Breakthrough in Hard Qigong Imminent – ​​[Introduction to Hard Qigong (498/500)]

The three Muay Thai fighters, unable to break through the defenses, became utterly frustrated and launched a frenzied attack while simultaneously hurling the most vicious insults at each other.

"The Sick Man of East Asia!"

"Those wretched yellow-skinned people!"

"Chinese pigs!"

The harsh, anti-China words were like a raging fire, instantly burning through the numbness of all the gamblers. The bodies of their compatriots, who had just been dragged away, flashed past everyone's eyes.

This moment.

The emotions in the audience completely erupted!