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

The moment Chen Feng lunged forward, a fierce wind swept across the river, causing his clothes to flutter like battle flags!

The hard qigong burst through the skin and flesh barrier, and the skin shone with a layer of cold light like heavy iron. Every inch of muscle was stretched to the limit, and the bright energy surged up from the dantian, running through the shoulders and back and through the arms.

The Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts) mastery is like a long dragon emerging from its cave, the fist wind tearing through the air and emitting a muffled explosion. The three consecutive moves strike directly at Mishima Chisha's face, throat, and heart—each move is a deadly strike!

"snort!"

Mishima's ninja-like steps unfolded beneath his gear-wheel, his figure shifting like a ghost, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

He flicked his right hand.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Three poisoned gear-shaped darts spun through the air, their dark blue blades tracing deadly arcs in the sunlight. Sometimes they shot straight out like locusts, sometimes they swirled like scimitars, all honed to move as freely as his limbs—the dart was the knife, and the knife was the dart!

"Clang clang clang—!!"

A spark exploded between the two of them, blindingly bright like lightning!

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Chen Feng used his hard qigong to protect himself and quickly engaged in close combat. The gear darts scraped several bloody marks on his shoulders and back, but could not penetrate deeply. The poison was also forced out of his body by the hard qigong before it could seep in.

They relied on a desperate fighting style of trading blows for blows.

Chen Feng closed in on his opponent with lightning speed, delivering a [Support Hammer] to Mishima Chiche's ribs. The opponent groaned on the spot, his face turning pale, and the sound of bones cracking was both aching and exciting.

The two had just separated when...

Chen Feng then stuck to it again, and in an instant, they were locked together. Their fists, feet, hidden weapons, and movements intertwined into a bloody storm.

The two fought their way from the cliff to the teahouse, sending sand and gravel flying from the dock with their combined force. The wooden pillars of the teahouse cracked, and the straw was torn into pieces. Each collision made the air buzz.

"This bastard is incredibly strong!"

Chen Feng's eyes turned bloodshot as he fought, his mind clear as a mirror—I am at the mid-stage of Ming Jin cultivation, and can only be evenly matched with this guy; but my Tongbei Quan is only at the minor completion stage, and its variations are not tricky enough, and its fist moves are too rigid, making it easy for him to find an opening; fortunately, my hard qigong can overwhelm him, and my physical body is my absolute advantage, so I must fight to the death to have a chance of survival!

"Baka! Baka!"

Mishima Chiche grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, a chill creeping into his heart: "This Chinese man is a demon! How can his physical body be so strong? Even hidden weapons can't break through his defenses! His fist techniques are ridiculously powerful! Only my masterful swordsmanship can kill this man!"

"call out--!"

A gear-shaped poison dart, extremely cunning, spun past Chen Feng's waist and abdomen, instantly tearing open a wound where flesh flew out and black blood gushed out.

"uh-huh--!"

Chen Feng's muscles twitched in pain, but instead of retreating, he advanced. He unleashed a burst of hard qigong, forcibly expelling the poisonous blood from his skin. With a swift movement, he grabbed the end of the dart with his left hand and threw it back!

"puff--!"

The gear-shaped dart pierced Mishima's thigh, causing him to roar in pain. He then countered with a hidden dart aimed straight for Chen Feng's eye socket—"Baka!"

"Hey--!"

Chen Feng dodged the attack by tilting his head, the dart grazing his eye and drawing a trail of blood!

The two fought fiercely, their wounds multiplying, but their momentum only grew stronger, resulting in a relentless and evenly matched battle!

"So strong! Absolutely amazing!"

Ah Si, watching from below the cliff, was dumbfounded: "This rumor is exaggerated! Luckily, today's negotiations are just about reason!"

The pig beside him felt his blood boil, but his legs spun around: "Me! I actually wanted to spar with him? Holy crap..."

Hu Mingxuan stared intently at the figure in the arena, forgetting even to breathe: "I knew he was strong, but I didn't expect him to be this freakish! No! His growth has been freakish!"

The others watched as Chen Feng was able to hold his own against the infamous Mishima Gear, and they trembled with excitement and were too nervous to speak.

"Ta-da!"

Knowing that a prolonged battle would be disadvantageous, Mishima Gear suddenly retreated three steps!

"Baka yarou—!"

He leaned slightly to one side, his waist and hips lowered, his right hand gripping the hilt of the katana like an iron clamp, his knuckles turning white—[Iaijutsu - Killing Stance]

Before the sword was even drawn, a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the soul had already locked onto Chen Feng's entire body. The air seemed to solidify, and the aura of death rushed towards him!

"Danger--!"

Chen Feng's scalp tingled instantly, and a sense of crisis rushed to the top of his head!

He rolled over, grabbed an ordinary longsword from the ground, and held it horizontally in front of his chest, but deep down he knew, "I can't block this!"

"Whoosh—!!"

With a flick of his wrist, Mishima's sword-drawing technique broke the sound barrier!

The gleaming blade flashed like a crescent moon as it slashed down with the force of a thunderbolt!

"Clang—Snap!!"

The long sword in Chen Feng's hand snapped in two with a snap, the break as smooth as a mirror!

"Sizzle—!"

The blade slashed down at his neck, instantly cutting a line of blood, and his clothes ripped apart!

With the terrifying reflexes of a Ming Jin master, Chen Feng's body twisted and flew around, rolling several times on the ground like a crocodile before he barely escaped with his life!

The chilling sensation of death made him scream inwardly, "Ordinary weapons break at the slightest touch! Without a heavy blade, I will surely die by his hand!"

At this critical moment...

"Brother Chen! Catch this knife—!!"

The man who was pulling the strings suddenly lunged forward into a lunge position, roaring as he hurled his ancestral machete through the air!

"call out--------!!"

The heavy blade whistled through the air as it hurtled towards Chen Feng like a piece of red-hot iron!

"Hey--!"

Chen Feng flipped in mid-air and gripped the hilt of the knife with one hand!

"boom--!"

A powerful, ancient, and immense force instantly surged into his limbs and bones!

"A fine knife!"

Looking at the broad, mace-like machete in his hand, the instinct from countless times of chopping wood surged into his mind, and a crazy idea was firmly nailed to his head—not with the blade! Use the back of the blade to strike!

"Hehehe—!"

Mishima Chisha grinned maliciously as he charged up, unleashing his second Iai Slash with all his might!

"You're dead—!!"

The blade flashed like lightning, its trajectory mysterious and exquisite, revealing the unparalleled power of a master swordsman!

Chen Feng advanced instead of retreating, his eyes bloodshot, and he poured all his hard qigong, clear strength, and primal power into his arms!

He suddenly flipped his wrist—using the hardest back of his machete to directly strike the sharp blade of the katana!

"clang--!!!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the dock, the shockwaves hurled sand and gravel, and the air currents swept out like a hurricane!

"Baka—ah!"

Mishima's katana suddenly shattered, blood flowing down the hilt, his arms throbbing with pain and numbness, and the katana nearly flew out of his hand!

His pupils constricted, his mind filled with disbelief: "He dared to catch my Iaijutsu with the back of his blade?! This Chinese pig is a madman! A madman!"

Chen Feng, having gained power, showed no mercy to the Japanese!

Using a knife as an axe, relying purely on brute force, they hacked and slashed wildly, fighting to the death!

Each strike was a furious blast with the back of the blade, like splitting mountains and cleaving rocks, like raging waves crashing against the shore!

Mishima Gear's exquisite swordsmanship and rhythm were completely disrupted by this brutal and unstoppable attack!

He's fast, but Chen Feng is tougher!

He's clever, but Chen Feng is tougher!

He wanted to break the knife, but Chen Feng was tougher than him!

When faced with hardness, all skills are meaningless!

"Clang clang clang—"

The two fought so fiercely that they were indistinguishable, their blades clashing, and blood droplets were torn apart in mid-air by the force of their attacks, creating a bloody and violent scene!

Time passes little by little.

"Cool----!!"

Chen Feng's advantages became fully apparent: his hard qigong protected his body, so no matter how many wounds he had, they did not affect his power; his internal energy was continuous, so his stamina was almost inexhaustible; his physical body was strong, so he became more and more ferocious as he fought, and his experience increased dramatically!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh————"

Mishima Chisha's breathing grew increasingly erratic, his arm grew heavier, and his wound bled profusely. Finally, fear overwhelmed him completely—I can't kill him! I can't win! He's a devil!

He stopped pretending! He dared not pretend anymore! He roared madly at the remaining ninjas, summoning them to attack: "Baka! Baka! Everyone come over here! Assist! Kill him!"

Available in the next second.

Everyone's blood boiled, and they roared deafeningly, "You bastard! Where do you think you're going?!"

"Charge!"

Ah Si and Zhu Luo, along with their brothers, charged forward fearlessly!

Even the wounded swarmed forward, forming a human wall to shield Chen Feng from the sneak attacks.

Pig swung his sword wildly, while Ah Si wielded his folding fan to form an iron wall. One by one, the ninjas fell, but they rose again and again. With their flesh and blood, they held all the ninjas back outside the final battle!

Even Hu Tao was completely ignited by this emotion. She even forgot her pain, forgot that she was a woman who knew absolutely no martial arts, and struggled to get up and charge... "Chen Feng! Kill him—kill him!!"

"die----------!"

Chen Feng's eyes were bloodshot, his killing intent soaring to the heavens!

He suddenly opened his chest wide, turned his body slightly to the side, and deliberately exposed his vital acupoint!

"Damn it, this is an opportunity!"

Mishima Chisha's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Thinking that Chen Feng had fallen into demonic possession, he roared and thrust out with all his might in a single-hit slash!

"Pfft—!"

The sharp blade of the katana pierced deeply into Chen Feng's right chest, so deeply that bone was visible!

Blood gushed out, instantly obscuring Mishima Gear's vision!

Hard Qigong!

He gripped the blade tightly, unleashing the most ferocious power, all his bloodlust, and all his hatred!

Chen Feng gripped the machete tightly with both hands, raising it high above his head, his arms bulging with veins, like a blood-soaked demon god!

"Die!!!"

"BOOM—BANG—!!!"

The heavy back of the machete, as thick as an anvil, slammed down with tremendous force onto the top of Mishima's skull!

"Snap!!"

The dull, terrifying sound of bones shattering echoed clearly throughout the entire venue!

"No---!"

Mishima Chisha's eyes bulged out, his pupils dilated instantly, and the ferocity on his face froze on the spot, his hand that was about to draw his sword hanging in mid-air.

"Thump!"

His body fell straight to the ground with a thud, and he was never heard from again.

Mishima Chigaku, a master of Iaijutsu, a Japanese ninja, and one of the three great assassins of the Hongkou Dojo in Japan, was killed instantly with his skull crushed!

"call--------!"

Chen Feng leaned on his blood-stained machete, blood gushing from his chest, yet he still stood tall, like an unshakeable war god!

The river wind, carrying a cloud of blood, swept across the desolate dock.

All the surviving Japanese ninjas trembled with fear, and not one dared to take another step forward.

Chen Feng made another move...