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

"Bullshit!"

"How dare you insult Chinese people! You're asking for it!"

"Chen Feng! Charge back! Run these bastards to death!"

"Yes! Human punching bags can be used to run people over! Run them over and kill them!"

Those who had just been holding Chen Feng accountable were now all red-eyed and shouting their support for him.

A deafening roar erupted from the crowd, everyone united in their hatred, hurling insults at the Muay Thai fighters on the stage, the sound almost lifting the roof off the cage.

They were no longer indifferent gamblers, but Chinese people connected by blood. Seeing their compatriots being humiliated, everyone's hearts were united, hoping that Chen Feng could win and win back some pride for the Chinese people!

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The three Muay Thai fighters exerted their power simultaneously, leaping into the air and unleashing their ultimate killing move with a combination of knee, elbow, and fist. With earth-shattering force, they slammed into Chen Feng's vitals!

"puff--!"

Chen Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string. His bones felt as if they were breaking inch by inch. Excruciating pain swept over his entire body, his vision blurred instantly, and he could no longer move an inch.

The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Sudden.

"Senior brother—get up quickly!"

Er Gou collapsed at the edge of the ring, crying his heart out. He used the last bit of strength in his body to roar, his voice hoarse and broken, yet full of the most sincere expectations of his die-hard fans.

"Waaaaah—"

Yan Xiaomei covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders trembling violently, but her eyes still burned with unwavering worship and conviction—she refused to believe that her hero would fall like this!

"Junior brother—"

The eldest brother's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was trembling violently, and his fists were clenched so tightly they almost bled.

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

Along with Hu Sanzhen and all the gamblers in the room, they all clenched their fists and shouted in unison.

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

The shouts, from scattered to unified, and then deafening, resounded throughout the entire cage like thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

"Thump—!"

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Chen Feng's heart trembled violently and resumed its strong beating.

"boom--!"

An incomparably powerful aura, seemingly about to break through the arena, exploded from his body!

The excruciating pain throughout my body receded like a receding tide, my muscles and bones throbbed, and my blood and energy surged like a dragon!

Hard Qigong, a breakthrough achieved on the brink of life and death—[Minor Success in Hard Qigong (0/1000)]

A dark blue aura subtly enveloped his entire body. He was no longer a human punching bag, but an iron war god who had crawled out of blood and bones!

"stand up--!"

Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes!

His eyes were like knives, like lightning, like a tempered, cold blade!

There was no pain, no weariness in those eyes, only an uncontrollable madness, an unconcealable pride, and an inextinguishable rage!

"Hey--"

He braced himself with one hand, his knuckles digging deep into the wooden board, and little by little, step by step, he straightened his battered body!

Without stumbling or swaying, he stood firmly in the center of the ring!

Like a long spear planted between heaven and earth!

Like an indestructible, unbreakable, and indomitable Chinese backbone!

"Get up!"

"They've stood up!"

"Our shantytown's Iron-Headed Chen, he's back up again!!!"

At that moment, the entire stadium erupted! A deafening roar of cheers soared into the sky!

The gamblers went mad, screaming until their throats bled and pounding on the railings until their palms were red and swollen!

All the gamblers had long forgotten their bets, forgotten the so-called wins and losses; all they could see was this indomitable Chinese man who stood up again!

"What Dika? What Dika? Run, Dika!"

The three Muay Thai fighters turned pale, their pupils contracted, and only one thought remained in their minds.

"Scared?"

Chen Feng slowly raised his head, a chilling smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner: "I'll show you what it means to be Chinese!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved!

It's no longer about defense, no longer about tough resistance, it's about crushing the opponent!

With a sudden burst of his minor mastery of hard qigong, Chen Feng was like an indestructible steel tank breaking free of its shackles. Carrying deep-seated hatred, national pride, and overwhelming fighting spirit, he took a step forward, and the wooden planks of the arena shattered!

"Bang--!"

The first thing to collide with was the black panther!

[Minor Success in Hard Qigong (1/1000)]

Before he could even raise his knee, Chen Feng's body, carrying immense force, slammed into his chest!

The sound of bones cracking is exhilarating!

The black panther flew out like a tattered sack, crashing heavily onto the fence. It died instantly and could never get up again!

The wolf was terrified and turned to run away!

But Chen Feng's speed is now completely different from before, and he's like a shadow!

With a sideways slam, the hard qigong shield crushed him like an iron shield!

"Bang—!"

The wolf spat out blood, its body bent like a shrimp, and flew backward, collapsing to the ground, completely dead!

[Minor Success in Hard Qigong (2/1000)]

Long Zhou was terrified and was about to raise his hand to block when Chen Feng crashed into him like an iron tower!

Without hitting, kicking, or punching, he relied solely on his extremely hard body to slam into the hardest part of his body—his elbow!

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening!

Dragon Elbow let out a miserable scream as his elbow bone broke on the spot!

He was sent flying off the stage and crashed heavily into the crowd. His broken elbow bone was embedded in his chest, and he was dead beyond any doubt!

[Minor Success in Hard Qigong (3/1000)]

Without three punches or three kicks, relying solely on his hard bones, he can kill them all with a single collision!

That's right!

Although according to the rules of the boxing gym, Chen Feng is just a punching bag to be beaten and cannot take the initiative to strike!

But sandbags can be used to ram into enemies!

Black Panther—Dead!

Kill the wolf—die!

Dragon Elbow—Die!

Three of Thailand's top boxers were as fragile as paper in front of Chen Feng after his breakthrough, and were utterly vulnerable!

On the arena, Chen Feng stood proudly, covered in blood, yet he was like a war god descending upon the world!

"Oh no—"

The boxing ring manager slumped to the ground in fright, glancing fearfully at the hidden room behind the wall.

"hateful--!"

The boxing ring owner was so angry that his face turned ashen, his eyes filled with resentment and venom. He crushed the two iron palm-spinning balls in his left hand in an instant.

"Well done—!"

The old man in black robes nodded slowly, his eyes full of approval and satisfaction.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and a thought surged in his mind: "This child has an iron will; he will surely become a pillar of strength in the future!"

"My senior brother! My brother! My god!"

Er Gou jumped onto the railing, cheering and jumping around like a madman, crying, laughing and shouting, completely out of control like a die-hard fan.

"Senior brother! Brother Feng! It's me! It's Yan Xiaomei!"

As Yan Xiaomei gazed at Chen Feng, who stood majestically on the ring, sweeping away his formidable opponents, her eyes were filled with starlight-like admiration and joy. Tears still clung to her cheeks, but her smile was already dazzling, illuminating the entire noisy boxing arena.

"You'll be my senior from now on!!"

The eldest brother let out a long sigh, his whole body filled with extreme shock and heartfelt satisfaction. He punched his palm repeatedly, his eyes filled with complete recognition and pride for Chen Feng.

"Good! Good! We've won! We will win!"

The entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers. Everyone understood that what they were witnessing was not just a victory in a boxing match, but also the indomitable backbone and undying hope of a nation!

"Splash splash splash—"

Copper coins rained down on the arena like a torrential downpour, their clinking echoing through the beast cages, a testament to the most fervent respect!