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

"ah--!"

A piercing scream rang out as a boxer was slammed onto the ring like a broken sack, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his body convulsing, unable to get up again.

"One, two..."

The referee pounced on the reading like a hound, and the cold countdown finally came to an end.

The outcome is decided, and life and death are also determined!

next second.

Two burly men dragged the semi-conscious boxer like a dead dog directly towards the eerie iron platform next to the ring.

The audience, which had been screaming wildly just moments before, suddenly fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the blood-stained platform, waiting for the bloodiest and most frenzied climax of this life-or-death gamble.

Three expressionless Jewish physicians slowly stepped forward, their white coats stained with blood, and their gleaming scalpels sliced ​​open the boxer's chest without hesitation!

In the blink of an eye.

A heart that was still beating faintly and a pair of fresh corneas were removed, immersed in cholera bacteria solution, sealed to preserve freshness, and then quickly sent by special personnel to the Jewish eye bank behind the scenes.

Only at this moment did the suppressed emotions in the boxing arena finally erupt!

"Number 10 fucking won again!"

"Great! He's already killed ten people today!"

"I made enough money to get married by following this!"

"Awesome!"

"Keep fighting!"

"We want to place another bet!"

The gamblers pounded the table, roared, and howled wildly; the stench of blood and the atmosphere of frenzy mingled together, creating a scene resembling a living hell.

next moment.

A hoarse shout from the loudspeaker pierced the noise: "Who else wants to step up? Challenge number 10 of the boxing ring!"

In Rong Sheng's Deathmatch, the fighters are ranked by their numbers. Although number 10 is a low-ranking number, he is a ruthless character who has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Although he is not a Ming Jin master, he has killed strong people with Ming Jin cultivation.

Followed by.

The hoarse voice blaring from the loudspeaker was incredibly enticing: "Win against number 10, and you'll receive a 100-dollar reward on the spot!"

With such a generous reward, many people's eyes were restless, but when they caught a glimpse of the dissection table still stained with blood, they were instantly terrified and their legs went weak.

We lost!?

That means harvesting hearts and corneas while the person is still alive, and then sending the remains to Guangji Hospital for complete dismantling, leaving not even bones behind!

Just as the entire room fell silent and no one dared to respond.

"I!"

Chen Feng took a step forward, his figure as steady as a mountain.

The entire boxing ring erupted in chaos!

"What the hell? Someone wearing a clown mask dares to come on stage?"

"Hahaha... Isn't this an unemployed performer who escaped from the City God Temple?"

"This kind of trash... is practically just here to die!"

"A few rounds! Number 10 will definitely smash his head in one punch!"

"I'll bet one round! He'll die!"

The roar of mockery, ridicule, and insults was deafening, and the surrounding betting windows were bursting at the seams. Countless people were frantically throwing money at Chen Feng to bet on his instant death, and the shouts almost lifted the roof off!

Chen Feng ignored him, staring intently at his opponent, and stepped onto the life-or-death arena step by step.

"clang--!"

The starting bell rang out shrilly!

"die!"

Number 10, with red eyes and bulging veins all over his body, pounced like a mad tiger. His iron fist, as big as a sandbag, carried a whistling wind and aimed straight at Chen Feng's head, wanting to kill him with one blow!

"Whoosh—!"

All the gamblers stood up excitedly, holding their breath.

"Hey--!"

Chen Feng stood firmly in the center, his expression unchanged, and his hard qigong was instantly fully activated.

His body suddenly dipped slightly, and he assumed a stable and steady high stance in Tongbei Quan.

next second.

Just as the number 10 iron fist was about to touch his face.

Chen Feng's strength originated from the soles of his feet, and his forearm was as strong as if it were cast in iron. With an extremely simple block, he forcefully blocked this violent attack!

"Bang--!"

The sound of metal clashing!

A crisp sound echoed throughout the arena!

A terrifying recoil force suddenly erupted!

"Ta-da!"

Number 10 was so shocked by the head-on collision that he was forced to stagger backward, his feet leaving deep marks on the wooden ring, and his expression changed drastically!

"suck--!"

The entire audience gasped in shock!

"How...how is this possible?!"

Before the crowd could recover from their shock, Number 10 roared and charged forward again, unleashing a furious barrage of punches and kicks, each move ruthless and deadly!

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang..."

The dense bombardment was incessant, and the shadows of fists were layered upon layered, about to engulf Chen Feng!

however.

Chen Feng stood like an iron statue rooted to the ring, never moving an inch from beginning to end.

Each collision was a direct confrontation, forcefully repelling the ferocious attack!

It was during these frequent clashes that...

"Um?"

Chen Feng frowned slightly, a sense of unease creeping into his heart: "This Number 10 doesn't know a thing or two about martial arts; he relies entirely on brute force! Even though his flesh has already been shattered and bleeding, he seems completely oblivious to the pain. What's even stranger is that his bones are as hard as refined iron, without a single crack!"

Chen Feng was unaware of the devilish methods used by Rong Sheng Boxing Stadium to cultivate this monstrous body—they extracted bone marrow from the bodies of trafficked children, orphans in orphanages, and child laborers, mixed it with radium-226 and chromium salts, and refined it into type I to III radium bone injection fluid. They would then drill holes in the boxer's shinbone and forcibly inject the radium bone injection fluid, pushing bone density to insane limits!

The price was that the boxer's lifespan was only nine months. After death, his heart and corneas were removed, and his remains were consumed by the Green Gang's corpse industry chain, leaving not even a trace!

"Number 10! Kill him!"

"Kill this clown!"

"Hurry and act! There's no time left!"

The gamblers went completely mad, roaring with bloodshot eyes as the countdown to the end of the round approached.

Available in the next second.

The first person to notice that the betting room window was closed turned pale instantly!

Followed by.

All the gamblers looked over, then suddenly realized what was happening and burst into curses.

"You son of a bitch! The casino's cheating!"

"We all bet on the Joker to die! This is clearly a trap to screw us over!"

"It's over! I've lost all my savings for a wife!"

The entire arena descended into chaos. The referee was frantic, yelling, "Number 10! Go all out! Otherwise, you'll be the one who dies!"

These words were like adding fuel to the fire.

Number 10, looking like a madman with eyes bulging out of their sockets, abandoned all defenses and, with his head down, charged at Chen Feng's vitals with his skull like a runaway bull!

"Hey!"

Chen Feng let out a cold snort, pushing his hard qigong to its peak. His right arm was filled with the bright power of Tongbei Fist, and he unleashed a fierce and unparalleled Tongbei Fist [Supporting Hammer] with a flip of his hand!

"Bang—Crack!"

A sharp crack, the sound of bone breaking, pierced the air and tore through the entire boxing ring!

The skull of number 10, which had been reinforced with laser bone injection, was actually shattered by Chen Feng's punch!

His body froze on the spot, his eyes bulging, and without even uttering a sound, he crashed onto the arena like a broken piece of wood, blood gushing from his seven orifices, and he was completely lifeless.

one move!

Just one move!

Number 10, who had dominated the bottom of the boxing ring, was instantly defeated!

The entire room fell silent!

You could hear a pin drop!

Everyone froze on the spot, their faces showing disbelief. The frantic screams abruptly ceased, leaving only heavy breathing.

Just then.

A warm current arose in Chen Feng's body from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot, surging along the meridians of the stance training, instantly reaching all parts of his body. The mid-stage barrier that had troubled him for so long was brutally pierced through with a punch!

The golden light on my retina intensified, and lines of small golden text, visible only to myself, refreshed instantly.

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable.

[Note: Standing meditation can also be used for combat; Tongbei Quan standing meditation experience points are increased by 200 points]

[Note: Standing meditation can also be used for combat; achieving a minor mastery of Tongbei Quan increases experience points by 200]

[Tongbei Quan Minor Mastery: 690/1000]

[Tongbei Quan - Minor Success in Stance Training: 770/1000]

[Minor Mastery of Hard Qigong +10 (910/1000)]

Almost at the same time.

The deafening uproar erupted at this moment!

"One punch...one punch killed Number 10?!"

"What kind of monster is this clown?!"

"My money! All my money!"

The referee's face was ashen, his legs trembling, yet he dared not be negligent in the slightest, and announced in a trembling, hoarse voice:

"Victory! The winner is—the Joker!"