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

The air in the underground boxing ring had long been sealed shut by the stench of blood. The dim yellow lights were like a blood moon nailed to the ring, and the ring floor gleamed with a blackened bloody light. The air was filled with the stench of sweat, smoke, and a faint smell of blood.

The stands were packed with people, a cacophony of shouts from Chinese, yells from foreigners, and sinister laughter from Japanese ronin, all swirling together like a boiling pot of poison. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the lone figure in the center of the arena—Chen Feng!

His eyes were as cold and sharp as blades.

With feet planted in a horse stance, waist as heavy as iron, hips as stable as a stake, the energy of a minor mastery of hard qigong surged beneath the skin and flesh, every inch of tendon and bone was taut like a fully drawn bow, the internal energy contained, just waiting to explode.

And opposite him.

Those five bastards were born with a telepathic connection; they didn't need eye contact or verbal commands, their breathing was in sync.

"Hey ha—"

The five men simultaneously let out a low shout, their karate stances hardening as they formed a five-pointed triangle, instantly surrounding Chen Feng and locking down all his vital points with deadly intent. This was the infamous combination tactic used by the Japanese.

"You Chinese pig, die!"

With a loud shout, the leader unleashed a karate-style [Straight Fist Thrust], the wind from which the fist pierced the air, aiming straight for Chen Feng's heart.

The second brother spun around and kicked out with a back kick, his leg sweeping across Chen Feng's side.

The third and fourth brothers simultaneously lowered their bodies, [the lower section of the brush] blocked their advance and retreat, and [the penetrating hand] pierced straight into their throats.

The fifth brother stepped forward and followed up with a [hand chop] to the neck, as fast as cutting the wind.

Five moves were unleashed simultaneously, each powerful and imposing, forming an inescapable net that left no way out!

"Junior brother, be careful!"

The senior disciple in the audience had eyes wide open in fury, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Be careful, senior brother!"

Yan Xiaomei covered her mouth, not daring to shed a tear, her whole body tense; Er Gou stared intently at the ring, not daring to breathe.

"Chong——"

Chen Feng neither dodged nor evaded, but instead fully activated his hard qigong, as if his body was covered by an invisible iron armor.

"Hey--"

He let out a deep shout and unleashed the Tongbei Fist Mountain Splitting Strike with ferocious force, striking head-on against head-on!

"Bang--!"

Fists collided, creating a loud bang in the air.

Chen Feng was jolted back half a step, taking a heavy kick and blow to his chest and side at the same time. He groaned and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

But he had already mastered the art of hard qigong, his skin and flesh were like being wrapped in an iron shirt, and he was in excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed it down.

"Baka—!"

The quintuplets were like a persistent, intractable disease, launching a relentless offensive.

The five karate strikes—heel strike to the head, knee strike to the abdomen, and reverse punch—were unleashed in rapid succession. They spun around like windmills, completely blocking Chen Feng from even taking a breath, bombarding him relentlessly within their attack circle.

With each shot, a roar erupted from the stands, and the foreigners who had bet on Chen Feng's death pounded on the railings, screaming, "Hit him! Hit him!"

The Japanese ronin grinned smugly, cursing incessantly in Japanese: "Kill him! Kill this Chinese pig!"

Chen Feng was in excruciating pain all over his body, every bone in his body seemed to be groaning. Several times, his opponent's hand slashed past his neck, the cold wind cutting his skin, his life hanging by a thread.

The other disciples watched, their hearts pounding with fear. Yan Xiaomei cried out, "Hold on...you must hold on..."

"Chen Feng, hang in there!"

"Hold on!"

Hu Sanzhen, Hu Mingxuan, Baldy, and others shouted in unison, cheering each other on.

"Rise up!"

The hearts of the Chinese spectators in the stands rose and fell, their roars gradually subsided, and everyone held their breath, staring at the bloodied but unyielding figure.

"Bang bang bang—"

In this crushing struggle between life and death.

Chen Feng's heart grew colder and colder, and quieter.

He remained calm, composed, and undaunted.

Having transmigrated here, what dead ends haven't I seen? What enemies haven't I killed?

Getting beaten up?

It's just in time—that's exactly the kind of resilience and tempering that hard qigong needs!

"Bang bang bang—"

He steadied himself amidst the onslaught, sensing the five men's attack trajectories, their power habits, their breaths, their punches and kicks, silently calculating the rhythm in his mind.

Suddenly.

The essence of Tongbei Quan roared in my mind: "Strike from afar, penetrate the spine with force, use stillness to overcome movement, use speed to overcome skill!"

"Hey--"

Chen Feng moved instantly, his internal energy flowing in and out with his breath. First, he used the "Piercing Sleeve" technique to gently deflect the force, and then he used the "Scout Horse" technique to launch a cunning counterattack. He gradually turned the tide of the situation that had been firmly suppressed!

His fists began to touch people, and he began to break their moves!

In the very instant of the counterattack.

"Um!?"

Chen Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, and a cold light shot out!

He caught that barely perceptible flaw!

The youngest of the quintuplets, the fifth one, reacted a mere half-beat slower than the other four!

This tiny gap, barely visible to ordinary people, is the death trap in a life-or-death duel like Chen Feng's!

"It's you!"

Chen Feng roared inwardly, his killing intent soaring to the heavens!

It's better to cut off one finger than to injure all ten!

Today—I'll start by eliminating your weakest link!

Ignoring the punches and kicks coming from behind and to the side, he unleashed his full power of internal energy, enduring the heavy blows with his bare hands. Blood gushed out, but he did not retreat an inch!

All his strength was channeled into his right arm, and the Tongbei Killing Move, "Blazing Sun Cannon," exploded with a deafening roar!

"boom--!"

His fist flew like a cannonball, aimed straight at Lao Wu's face!

Immediately following were a series of spectacular attacks: splitting mountains, plucking hearts out of tigers, penetrating through arms, plowing the fields with iron oxen, and overturning rivers and seas!

Each move was faster and heavier than the last, and all the killing blows were aimed at Lao Wu alone!

"Baka! Help me!"

The fifth brother was terrified and hurriedly raised his [Cross Strike] to desperately block.

But Chen Feng's punches were powerful enough to penetrate bones and tear flesh. With a single burst of his internal energy, the man's arms went numb instantly, his bones cracked and popped, and his defenses were as fragile as paper!

Chen Feng's punches were like thunder, each strike hitting the same spot, forcing the man to stagger backward, screaming in agony as he desperately pleaded with his four brothers for help: "Baka—! Save me! Quickly save me!"

The other four quadruplets rushed back in fury, but they couldn't stop the crazed Chen Feng at all!

At that moment, he had only one person in his eyes and only one goal—to kill Fifth Brother!

"good--!!!"

The stands erupted instantly!

The Chinese audience members stood up and roared so loudly that the roof shook!

"Well done! Beat them to death!"

"Kill the Japanese!"

Those who had bet on Chen Feng's death felt no regret whatsoever, only deep remorse and lamentation: "I am Chinese!"

"Am I blind?! Why didn't I buy them all?!"

"I should have bet everything I had on him!"

"I missed a step! I definitely missed a step!"

The dozen or so fellow apprentices who had gone easy on him felt as if they were being scratched by a cat.

however.

In the shadows, Qian Hu's eyes, as sinister as a venomous snake, were fixed on Chen Feng's retreating figure. He plotted maliciously, "Fight... the harder you fight, the more exhausted you'll become... Once you're drained, I'll ambush you halfway and send you to your grave with three blows!"

Followed by.

His gaze fell on the bald man not far away, and suddenly an idea struck him: "While the bald man is here, it would be best to kidnap that kid's family to be on the safe side!"

Just as Qian Hu was about to quietly get up, a figure in black robes silently sat down beside him.

The man in black robes made no move, nor did he unleash any killing intent. Instead, he exuded a deep, abyss-like, and chilling aura that instantly locked Qian Hu down from head to toe!

Qian Hu's hair stood on end, his blood seemed to freeze, his muscles stiffened like stone, and he couldn't move a single finger. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

The old man stared intently, as if he were just watching a show, but Qian Hu knew perfectly well that if he dared to move, he would die in the next second!

The front row at this moment.

"Baka! Baka—"

The Japanese ronin's faces turned ashen, their fists clenched and teeth gritted, as they let out low growls of resentment.

"Fuck! Fuck—"

The foreigners who bet on Chen Feng's death had ferocious expressions and cursed loudly, but none of them dared to act rashly.

On the arena.

"Bang bang bang—"

Chen Feng's deadly punches continued to rain down relentlessly!

"Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Tongbei's "Heart-Shattering Fist" gathers all the body's strength and unleashes a powerful punch!

"Snap—!"

The sound of the sternum cracking was clear and piercing!

The fifth brother's scream abruptly stopped, his eyes bulged out, and he collapsed limply into a pool of blood, dying instantly!

With one of the quintuplets missing, their interconnected tactics collapsed instantly!

The remaining four were shocked and furious, and their attacks immediately became chaotic and full of flaws!

Chen Feng stood covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot like those of a ferocious beast from hell, a ruthless smirk playing on his lips: "Now... it's your turn."

"Pay back the debt!"

He wasn't in a hurry to kill him with one blow; instead, he wanted to torture him to death in the most painful, ruthless, and satisfying way possible!

The Tongbei Entangling Strike style locks the arm and crushes bones; the Shishi Strike style severs tendons and shatters meridians; the Jiemai Strike style seals off qi and blood. Every punch lands on joints, tendons, bones, and painful acupoints!

"Baka! Ahhh—"

The screams rose and fell, shrill and piercing. The other three Japanese men struggled, howled, and writhed in endless agony before collapsing into their corpses!

Blood stained the arena and Chen Feng's clothes.

Only one Japanese player remained on the field.

"Baka! Help me!"

The man was already terrified, his face pale and his whole body trembling; he didn't even have the courage to resist.

"Giggle giggle—"

The referee was terrified and frantically rushed towards the podium, screaming, "Ring the bell! Ring the bell now! End the match!!!"

"Clang clang clang—!!!"

The piercing ring of the bell echoed throughout the entire venue!

Before the bell had even finished ringing, Chen Feng had already moved!

The ten consecutive strikes through the back of the body exploded like thunder!

One punch breaks through defenses, two punches tear muscles, three punches shatter bones, and four punches pierce the chest!

"Bang bang bang—"

The first nine punches shattered all resistance, and the tenth punch—which condensed the essence of his hard qigong, Ming Jin, and Tongbei Quan, and gathered the anger and bloodlust of all Chinese people—slammed into the opponent's chest!

With five fingers like iron hooks, he gripped firmly!

Chen Feng ripped out a heartless and ungrateful man who was still barely beating!

Blood splattered in the air, casting a blinding red streak under the lights.

The entire hall fell silent for a moment.

The next second—a deafening cheer erupted!

"We won! Chen Feng won!"

"All the Japanese are dead! Well done!"

"Chen Feng is mighty! Tongbei Quan is mighty!"

Roars, cries, and shouts pierced the rooftops and soared into the sky!

Countless Chinese people were moved to tears, raised their arms and shouted wildly, releasing their long-suppressed anger and resentment at this moment!

Chen Feng held a heart in his hand, stood on five corpses, surrounded by a blood mist, and his gaze was as cold as a god of death descending upon the world.

He slowly raised his eyes, scanning over all the foreigners and Japanese ronin in the audience, over the referee who was pale with fright, over Qian Hu who was unable to move in the corner, and finally his eyes landed on the senior brother, Yan Xiaomei, and Er Gou who were crying excitedly in the audience.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was as firm as iron, resounding throughout the entire venue.

"My name is Chen Feng! 'Feng' as in sharp!"