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

"Splash splash splash—"

Black waves surged on the river, turbid waves pounded against the planks of the cargo boats, and the muffled thunderous roar drowned out the voices of people on both banks, leaving only a desolate atmosphere between heaven and earth.

A fierce aura, colder than a blade and heavier than an anvil, swept across the river, making it hard for everyone to breathe.

"Qian Hu!"

Chen Feng had just smashed the boat captain's head with a punch, but his blood and qi were still surging violently. His lungs felt like they were being scorched by fire, and every breath he took carried a strong smell of rust and blood.

"Oh no! It's Qian Hu, the bully from Garbage Bridge!"

On the small steamer moored nearby, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they cried out in unison, "Chen Feng! Come back quickly!"

Chen Feng stood motionless in the middle of the swaying boat, his back as straight as a spear.

next second.

The speedboat cut through the waves like an arrow, tearing through the black tide on the river surface.

Qian Hu stood proudly at the bow of the boat, his muscles bulging and rolling beneath his robes like the gnarled roots of an old tree, exuding a fierce and overwhelming aura.

The internal energy of the late stage of Tongbei Quan Ming Jin exploded with a bang, and the clothes were stretched by the energy and fluttered wildly. Every inch of the tendons and bones was soaked with the fierceness of fighting to the death!

He was a true genius who had mastered Tongbei Quan. In just five years, he had reached the level of Dark Force, his stance training was three feet deep, and his Tongbei Quan skills were rapidly improving, his fist power was like tempering iron into steel.

He was highly regarded by Monk Huang and has now been promoted to the position of the head of the docks, gambling dens, brothels, pawnshops and opium dens in the area, wielding immense power.

"Chen Feng! How dare you run wild on my turf!"

"No need to wait for the second day of the second lunar month! Today, I'll beat you to death with Tongbei Quan! I'll show Yan Tieqiao who the real genius is! I'll make Yan Tieqiao regret expelling me from his school!"

His furious shout shattered the river breeze.

Qian Hu stomped his feet hard on the bow of the boat, and the thick wooden planks cracked and splinters flew everywhere!

His figure swooped down like an eagle, leaping five zhang into the air. In mid-air, he twisted his waist and hips, and the opening stance of the Tongbei Pigua Fist tore through the sky with a sharp and piercing sound. The force of his fist carried a thousand pounds of power and smashed straight into Chen Feng's face!

Fighting among fellow disciples is the most dangerous thing!

You know my starting move, and I understand your changing moves. One flaw in my move is death!

Chen Feng saw right through him – Qian Huming's strength had been refined to the point of being as hard as steel, and he could control his movements at will. His stance was stable, his fists were skilled, and his strength was fierce, leaving almost no flaws!

He was only at the early stage of Ming Jin, had just mastered the water-moving stance, and had only reached the minor level of Tongbei Quan. His cultivation and combat experience were far inferior!

"I'll help you!"

Hu Mingxuan was about to leap forward when Chen Feng abruptly raised his hand, forcefully stopping him—having transmigrated, what kind of desperate situation hadn't he faced? Just because he was afraid of being hit, did that mean he wouldn't be hit? He had faced life and death countless times, and had never uttered a word of retreat!

"Let me enjoy this experience all to myself!"

Yes, if he wants to become stronger, he must tackle the toughest challenge—Qian Hu is the best stepping stone and the best wingman for improving his [Hard Qigong]!

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Chen Feng roared, unleashing his hard qigong and Tongbei Mingjin simultaneously, causing every pore on his body to suddenly contract! He stomped hard on the boat plank, instantly rooting himself to the ground like a nail in the waves, unbreakable!

With a sudden twist of his waist and hips, his right arm lashed out like a hundred-times-forged iron whip, delivering the same Tongbei Piguaquan move, a direct and forceful strike!

"Bang—!!"

Two fists clashed head-on, their raw power clashing violently!

The air exploded instantly, creating a visible shockwave that sent wood chips and fragments flying everywhere!

The words suddenly lit up on my retina.

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable.

[Minor Mastery of Hard Qigong: 278/1000]

In the instant their fists clashed, before their wrists even touched, both men simultaneously flipped their hands and struck each other with a palm, exchanging blows for the second time!

"Bang—!!"

Chen Feng felt a powerful, intense, poisonous force surge through his arm and into his shoulder, neck, and internal organs. His tiger's mouth instantly split open, and blood gushed out between his fingers!

As if struck head-on by a heavy hammer, he staggered backward, taking four large steps, each step causing the ship's planks to dent and crack, before finally crashing heavily into the wooden pillar on the ship's side; the pillar trembled violently, his chest heaved with blood and qi, his throat tightened, and a mouthful of metallic sweetness rushed to the tip of his tongue!

"Thump!"

Qian Hu landed, only taking half a step back!

One move, and the difference between life and death is revealed!

"Hahaha! You dare to be arrogant at the early stage of Ming Jin? Today I'll show you what Tongbei Quan is all about! What a true genius is!"

Qian Hu roared and charged forward with a series of Tongbei Treading Wave Steps, his body pressed extremely close to Chen Feng's. The power of the late-stage Ming Jin was layered upon layered, wave after wave; a Tongbei Beng Quan was thrown like an arrow from its sheath, piercing through the face and carrying the force of a hole, directly hitting Chen Feng's heart!

"Bang—!"

Chen Feng blocked with his left arm, striking precisely the seven-inch mark where the Beng Quan (a type of fist) was exerting its force. A series of sore, numb, and crisp sounds came from his bones, his muscles instantly turned red, swollen, and purple, and the subcutaneous blood vessels ruptured on the spot!

He gritted his teeth, and the moving anchor on the water took root with the waves, using the waves to deflect the force. With a combination of strength and skill, he forcefully neutralized the opponent's all-out killing move.

"Hmm? What a talent you've acquired, a complete novice in the water! You've mastered such skills! Today, I cannot let you live!"

Qian Hu instantly saw through the situation, a look of astonishment and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He was now certain that Chen Feng was also a peerless genius no less than himself.

"die--!"

With lightning speed, his left hand unleashed a [Tongbei Drilling Fist], as cunning and ruthless as a viper's tongue, aimed straight at Chen Feng's throat!

"Snapped!"

Chen Feng suddenly raised his arm and tilted his head, his fist grazing his neck. The force of the punch tore through his skin, and a line of blood instantly appeared. A searing pain shot straight to his head!

"You brat! You actually saw through my moves! You withstood my full power! You're definitely not a newbie who's only been practicing for a month!"

Qian Hu couldn't help but recall the ambush in the alley last time, regretting that his arrogance had prevented him from going all out.

At the same time, he guessed that Chen Feng must have received Yan Tieqiao's secret teachings, and he was furious and consumed by jealousy.

"That wretched brat! All of this should have been mine!"

With a swift movement of his right hand, he unleashed a powerful "Tongbei Hengquan" (a type of punch) that swept across Chen Feng's waist and ribs like a millstone, aiming to break Chen Feng's bones on the spot!

Faced with this powerful punch, they unleashed a barrage of attacks.

"Bang--!"

Chen Feng lowered his waist and flipped his hips, using his elbow to forcefully block the attack. His entire arm felt as if it had been struck by lightning, trembling violently and going numb, almost losing all feeling!

"Blocked it again?!"

Qian Hu's fierce aura intensified, and he abruptly changed his move! He planted his feet firmly in the Tongbei stance, his entire body suddenly sinking down, channeling all his energy into his shoulders and back, unleashing his ultimate attack, the [Iron Mountain Lean].

The force of the blow, like an iron mountain crashing down, concentrated all the power of the late-stage Ming Jin into a single point, slamming fiercely into Chen Feng's chest.

Chen Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and he twisted his body abruptly, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow to the heart.

But Qian Hu's iron shoulder still rubbed hard against his ribs.

"Bang—!"

As if struck head-on by a battering ram, Chen Feng was thrown backward at high speed, crashing heavily against the ship's side. A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, drifting in the river wind and disintegrating into a cloud of blood mist!

"Die! Die! Die!"

Qian Hu was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, each move deadly, every punch delivered with the last ounce of strength, as if the next strike could turn Chen Feng into mincemeat!

however.

Chen Feng's arms flew like iron whips, chopping, hooking, striking, smashing, and blocking. He skillfully used the Tongbei Entangling Silk Force to deflect the force, turning the killing intent into nothingness. He also used his physical body to withstand the blows he could bear, using battle to hone his skills and frantically gaining experience in [Hard Qigong]!

Time passed by, second by second.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Qian Hu was panting heavily, his attacks gradually slowing down. Looking at Chen Feng, who remained standing, he cursed angrily, "Damn it! You're like a piece of chewing gum! You still can't be killed! This physique is simply freakish!"

"Hit someone with your hands, not your mouth. Hurry up, I'm getting impatient!"

Chen Feng calmly raised his eyes, and on his retina, a line of numbers stood steadily: [Minor Success in Hard Qigong: 499/1000]

Just one step away from reaching the next level.

Qian Hu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he stepped forward, his feet sinking into the blood. Each step felt like stepping on everyone's heart.

The aura of death once again suffocated the river.

"I refuse to believe it!"

"I can't break through your defenses today!"