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

noon.

Sunlight streamed through the treetops into the boxing gym, but it couldn't dispel the heavy oppression in the air. The sparse clattering of bowls and chopsticks seemed particularly jarring.

Everyone buried their heads and ate their food in silence, barely breathing. The eerie silence was almost suffocating.

Er Gou was the first to break the silence.

"Master!"

He suddenly stood up, his rough voice making the whole dining table vibrate: "Senior Brother Chen Feng! He shouldn't be stuck in the kitchen, his talent wasted! He should practice martial arts with us, and become a true, upright martial artist!"

These words were spoken.

Yan Tieqiao, sitting in the main seat, instantly turned ashen-faced, his brows furrowed with intense anger.

Upon seeing this, the eldest brother and Yan Xiaomei immediately stood up to agree with Er Gou, but were glared back by Yan Tieqiao with a sharp look.

But then...

Several of the direct disciples spoke out in support one after another. The brothers who usually competed against each other and were at odds with each other were now on the same side for the first time.

Even Qian Hu's close confidants clenched their fists, their words caught in their throats, and their cheeks flushed red.

Those disciples who had participated in the cage competition recounted the cruelty they witnessed with red eyes—the foreigners' wanton bullying of Chinese people on the stage, every word hitting the sore spot for everyone.

Once upon a time.

They only thought that practicing martial arts was to make a living and find a way out, but after the last trip to the beast cage, a true belief was ignited in everyone's hearts - to build the country with martial arts and to defend the country with martial arts. We must never let foreigners trample on the dignity of the Chinese people again!

All the disciples at the table bowed in unison, their eyes fixed intently on Yan Tieqiao, filled with sincerity and determination.

"Um!"

Yan Tieqiao's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, finally settling on Qian Hu. His voice was deep and cold as iron: "Qian Hu, you tell me!"

Qian Hu was stared at intently by everyone's burning gazes, his palms were sweating profusely, and he was struggling with extreme pain in his heart.

After much deliberation...

He gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence against his will: "Junior Brother Chen Feng... should practice martial arts with everyone!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Snap—"

Yan Tieqiao slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. His previous gloom vanished, and his attitude completely reversed. He praised loudly, "Well said! This is truly caring for your junior brother!"

Qian Hu's face burned with embarrassment at the compliment, and he felt so ashamed that he wanted to disappear.

Yan Tieqiao, however, seemed not to notice and said solemnly, "To improve one's martial arts cultivation, besides talent, innate ability, and resource support, there is another supreme treasure: the Golden Core that strengthens one's resolve!"

He finished speaking from the bottom of his heart.

The somber atmosphere in the canteen vanished completely, instantly becoming lively as everyone focused on the life-or-death battle that evening.

The most well-informed of all, the second brother, is from Suzhou and his nickname is "Mancang!"

He has been doing business abroad for many years and has connections all over the world.

He leaned closer to Chen Feng and solemnly revealed the details of their opponent—

All five opponents were from the Hongkou Dojo in Japan; they were all Japanese devils!

Their karate skills are superb; they are all masters who have repeatedly failed to break through to the Ming Jin level, and can be considered to have already stepped halfway into the Ming Jin realm.

What's even more troublesome is...

These five are quintuplets, with a unified mind and seamless offensive and defensive tactics. Their combat power far exceeds that of ordinary five people working together. They have not only killed ordinary Ming Jin martial artists before, but also joined forces to kill a famous Ming Jin master in the martial arts world!

The second senior brother had just finished speaking.

The eldest brother hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and added, "Those Japanese bastards are all sore losers. Previously, 'Iron Legs of Jiangbei' Wang Er kicked three Japanese scum to death, but in the end... in the end, he was brutally murdered and his body was poured onto a cement pillar and erected on the Bund!"

These words were spoken.

The already tense atmosphere at the dinner table instantly fell into dead silence, and the faces of the fellow disciples all darkened—everyone knew that the battle that evening was destined to be extremely dangerous!

Meanwhile, Qian Hu, lurking in the corner, secretly rejoiced, thinking to himself with a sinister glint in his eye: "Even if Chen Feng doesn't die in the ring, he'll surely be killed by the Japanese!"

Before we knew it, it was afternoon.

"Ninth Junior Brother! Let me teach you how to begin Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation)!"

The senior brother insisted on personally instructing Chen Feng in martial arts, but as soon as he took a starting stance, Chen Feng's powerful energy suddenly burst forth without reservation!

Holy crap!

"Oh my god!"

"Ming Jin?"

"It truly possesses the power of Ming Jin!"

The entire room fell silent instantly. Everyone was stunned, staring wide-eyed at Chen Feng, unable to recover for a long time.

next moment.

The crowd immediately surrounded him, bombarding him with questions about how long it had taken him to master the basics of stance training. His direct disciples even put their arms around his shoulders, eager to find out when he had successfully entered the Ming Jin stage.

"Here you go!"

Chen Feng smiled without saying a word, slowly raising one finger, prompting everyone to speculate: Was it a week? A month? Or just a day or two?

Yan Xiaomei saw this scene and was both annoyed and amused. She secretly scolded Chen Feng for being too cunning and deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.

"Damn it! This kid tricked me!"

Only Qian Hu, standing in a corner of the crowd, had an extremely grim expression, his eyes surging with a sinister killing intent. He made a firm decision in his heart: "Chen Feng has only just entered the Ming Jin realm, and his cultivation must be unstable. Even if he doesn't die on the arena, I must seize this opportunity to act quickly and kill him to eliminate future troubles!"

Then.

Chen Feng practiced the Tongbei Quan, a style of boxing passed down by Yan Tieqiao, together with his fellow disciples.

"Um?"

He practiced very slowly, carefully savoring the essence of the boxing style.

Although this set of boxing lacks the rhythm and power essence of the set passed down by the master, it has a very strong health-preserving structure.

"That old geezer is wicked!"

Chen Feng secretly chuckled at his master's secrets, but through comparing and comprehending the two sets of boxing techniques, he suddenly grasped the Taoist philosophy of "front and back follow each other, high and low lean on each other, long and short define each other." He entered a state of profound enlightenment, and his cultivation experience skyrocketed.

A message appeared clearly on my retina: "[Introduction to Tongbei Quan (458/500)]"

A break between rest periods.

Chen Feng quickly walked to his senior brother and Er Gou's side, and whispered, "Something will happen later, don't leave!"

The two exchanged a glance, instantly understanding, and readily agreed, "Okay, okay! See you there!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Wow!

Yan Xiaomei skipped over, tilting her little face up, and said in a cheerful voice, "Me too!"

Seeing this, the eldest brother couldn't resist teasing, "Junior sister, are you so eager to earn your dowry?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaomei's face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

Not far away.

The top disciples gathered together, heads bowed, whispering amongst themselves, seemingly plotting something.

Yan Tieqiao walked slowly past them, muttering to himself, "Man! Great wealth and power are just a thought away! Fully invested! Fully invested! Fully invested is good!"

Dusk was falling.

As evening fell, the fellow students gradually left the martial arts school.

Qian Hu walked at the back. When he passed Chen Feng, he suddenly stopped, stared at him fiercely, raised his hand and made a vicious throat-slitting gesture, his murderous intent undisguised.

Chen Feng met his gaze without the slightest fear; instead, he deliberately stretched his neck forward a bit more...

"Tick-tock, tick-tock—"

As dusk swallowed the last rays of light.