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

"Waaah—"

The small steamer chugged and puffed as it plunged into the thick white fog. The shadow of the Henan Road Bridge was completely swallowed by the darkness, and even the lights behind it became blurry spots of light.

"Whoosh—"

Chen Feng moved so fast that he was just a blur, his feet barely making a sound on the deck. Like a shadow in the dark, he quickly circled around to the rear of the cockpit—the heart of the ship and the most vulnerable spot where people could easily let their guard down.

"Clang—"

The iron door to the boiler room was ajar, and scalding steam mixed with coal smoke rushed out.

The pilot, sweating profusely as he added coal, was completely unaware of the impending death behind him.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes. He slid in close to the ground, raised his hand like a kitchen knife, and slashed hard at the back of Chen Feng's neck!

"Snap!"

A crisp, clean sound.

The pilot didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, completely lifeless.

Chen Feng flashed again, and in the next instant he appeared at the cockpit door.

"Who?"

Just as the sailor inside the cabin was about to turn around, Chen Feng flicked his finger, sending a burst of energy straight to his brow!

"puff!"

The sailor's eyes were wide open as he lay dead in the cabin, his eyes wide open in death.

The whole thing took less than a second.

The helmsman was terrified, his hair stood on end, and he was about to press the alarm button.

"Whoosh!"

Chen Feng had already stepped inside, his left hand gripping the other person's neck like an iron clamp, while his right hand tightly choked the other person's neck, slamming him hard against the cold metal bulkhead!

"Well--!!"

The helmsman was suffocating, his face turning purple, his eyes fixed on Chen Feng in extreme terror, his whole body trembling violently.

Chen Feng's eyes were as cold as an icy pool, his voice devoid of any warmth: "What kind of trap is ahead? Who are they?"

The helmsman froze, his face filled with horror, and blurted out, "You...how did you know there was an ambush?"

He simply couldn't understand how the other side could see right through their disguise when they had disguised themselves so perfectly!

A cruel, cold smile curled at the corner of Chen Feng's lips.

Not a single word wasted.

"Snap—!!"

With a sudden burst of force from all five fingers!

I crushed one of his shoulder blades!

"Aaaaaahh ...

The excruciating pain instantly shattered the helmsman's will.

He was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, his whole body convulsed, and the ear-piercing sound of his bones shattering was enough to make anyone's teeth ache.

"explain!"

Chen Feng's tone was chillingly cold.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!!"

The helmsman completely broke down, frantically begging for mercy, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"It was...it was an ambush set up by the Smiling Tiger and the Vulture!"

"I'm just a delivery boy!"

"They just told me to take the boat to the old garbage bridge!"

"I really don't know anything else!"

"Section Chief Chen! Please... spare me!"

Chen Feng's eyes turned slightly cold, and he understood perfectly—just as he had predicted, Qian Hu was in seclusion and had not come out; only Smiling Tiger and Vulture had taken action!

"Snap—!!"

The five fingers exerted force once again!

Crush his other shoulder blade!

"Aaaaaahh ...

In excruciating pain, the helmsman only wished for a swift death.

Chen Feng's tone was icy: "Where's the armory?"

The helmsman, trembling with pain, stammered, "It's...it's in the hold...it's right down there!"

"Snap!"

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly exerted force, his five fingers like steel claws, instantly crushing the opponent's chest cavity.

"puff--"

He casually tossed the limp corpse onto the ground.

He crouched down and probed with his fingertips.

They found only two bullets on the other person's waist, but no pistol.

So he rushed to the deck and shouted, "Er Gou! Stabilize the ship! I'm going to the lower deck!"

"Whoosh!"

He turned and headed straight for the lower deck.

"Bang!"

He kicked open the rusty iron gate with a powerful kick!

"Um?"

The scene before him made Chen Feng raise an eyebrow.

The so-called armory was in complete disarray, with overturned wooden crates, torn oil paper, and empty magazines scattered all over the floor.

It was clearly cleared out and emptied beforehand, leaving only a mess on the ground, with not a trace of weapons left.

Only in the darkest corners.

A Mauser C96 pistol lay there all alone, with only a clip and ten bullets lying beside it, clean and tidy, as if it had been deliberately left behind, or as if it had been reluctantly given away.

Chen Feng's gaze darkened, and he instantly understood everything.

It's a vulture!

This guy is vicious and extremely cautious. First, he's afraid that the new section chief will get the weapons and strengthen his power, so he has already transferred all the weapons on the ship to set up an ambush at the old garbage bridge. Second, judging from the helmsman's reaction just now, the only gun was clearly left by Vulture after much pleading and cajoling.

"What a cunning, treacherous, and meticulous vulture!"

Chen Feng strode forward, bent down and picked up the Mauser C96 pistol—the cool metallic touch against his palm, the rough wooden grip encasing the gun, the silhouette of the Mauser C96 exuding a chilling aura in the dimly lit lower compartment.

Two lines of small gold text suddenly appeared in front of my retina.

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable.

【Sharpshooter - Beginner (0/100)】

Just then.

"Junior brother!"

Upon hearing the commotion, the sixth senior brother, Mancang, rushed over. His gaze fell on the gun, and he immediately said in a deep voice, "Junior brother, this is a 'box cannon,' a Mauser C96. All the heroes of China love to use this gun! I'll teach you how to disassemble and load it. You need to know how to use this thing; it can save your life in a critical moment!"

He stepped forward, gripped the gun with his fingertips, pressed the catch on the left side of the receiver with his thumb, and gently pushed it. The handguard slid off, revealing the gleaming barrel and firing mechanism inside.

"Disassemble the gun quickly!"

"First remove the handguard, then pry open the bolt. Make sure the internal rifling is clean to ensure accurate firing!"

The sixth senior brother's movements were steady and efficient; with his fingers flying, the parts of the Mauser pistol were disassembled one by one.

"Assemble accurately!"

As he reassembled, he lightly turned his wrist, and the movement was as fluid as practicing boxing. Every step was perfectly timed, which made Chen Feng, who was watching from the side, unable to take his eyes off him.

"Loading ammunition requires skill!"

"Like this, first place the stripper clip against the feed port, then gently press with your thumb, and ten bullets will smoothly slide into the chamber!"

The sixth senior brother handed the assembled gun back to Chen Feng: "Remember, this gun has a long range and great power, but the muzzle will jump when firing in bursts, so you have to keep your wrist steady. Single shots are more reliable than bursts!"

Chen Feng took the gun and mimicked his sixth senior brother's movements with his fingertips.

His fingers were long and slender, imbued with the strength honed through martial arts training. Although they were initially clumsy and slow, they became faster and faster over time.

It only takes the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.

Chen Feng disassembled the gun with lightning speed, and reassembled it even more swiftly and efficiently.

With a pleasant, soft "click-click-click" sound, the handguard, bolt, barrel, and every other part were precisely put back in place.

In less than three breaths, a complete Mauser pistol was broken into pieces and then back into a whole, and was held in the palm of the hand again!

Chen Feng raised his hand, aimed at the rust on the bulkhead, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud exploded, and the bullet grazed the bulkhead, leaving a charred mark.

"Holy crap!" Sixth Senior Brother had just opened his mouth.

A pale golden light suddenly appeared in front of Chen Feng's retina, with ink-like patterns and gilded luster, visible only to him.

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable.

[Sharpshooter - Beginner → Introduction]

[Sharpshooter Basics (1/500)]

[Fifty meters distance, every shot hits its mark]

As the text flickered, a small gun-shaped badge icon floated next to the word "Beginner". The light seeped into the palm through the light screen, and the wrist bones, which were a little sore from disassembly and assembly, instantly recovered and gained a more steady strength.

Chen Feng's heart stirred slightly. He raised his gun again, lightly tapped the trigger, and fired another shot.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the bullet hole precisely, creating a small opening in the rust.

[Sharpshooter Beginner 2/500]

The moment the numbers jumped, a warm feeling surged through the gun and into my limbs. My hand holding the gun was incredibly steady, and even the slightest tremor of the muzzle disappeared without a trace.

"Impressive skills!"

The sixth senior brother slapped his thigh and cheered, his eyes full of amazement.

"Junior brother, you're simply a prodigy!"

"His comprehension is a hundred times better than mine back then!"

Then he asked, "Junior brother! What's the next step?"

Chen Feng smiled, his voice as cold and sharp as a knife: "You come ashore with me, we'll flank you and launch a surprise attack from behind, killing them all!"

He then approached Er Gou and said in a deep voice, "Junior brother! Sprint the boat at full speed into the bridge, seal the gas valve, cause the boiler to explode, and cut off their escape route!"

"Remember! Jump ship when the time is right!"

That's all.

Looking up at the swirling mist outside the cabin, he could faintly hear the roar of flowing water coming from the direction of the old garbage bridge. The ambush by the Smiling Tiger and the Vulture was already waiting for him ahead.

Chen Feng gripped the Mauser pistol tightly, his fingers tracing the cold barrel, cocked it with a click, and aimed the gun at the fog outside the window.

There was only one gun!

There are only ten bullets!

But that's enough!

Vultures, smiling tigers!

I've taken the trap you set!