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

In the following days, underground boxing rings like the Rong Sheng Death Arena in Shanghai completely turned into Chen Feng's battleground.

He frequented the fighting rings controlled by the Green Gang, the Japanese army, and other forces every day, but he would never fight in the same ring for too long, in order to ensure his whereabouts and safety.

He swept through from the nameless boxer to the No. 8 laserbone warrior, and finally managed to kill the No. 4 warrior, leaving him lying in a pool of blood.

Every battle was exhilarating, each one a crushing victory with absolute strength. Yet, the energy within him that yearned to break free from its shackles always seemed to falter at the last moment—he had yet to reach the pinnacle of his hard qigong!

The murderous intent lingered around Chen Feng from beginning to end.

During this time,

He keenly sensed the malice lurking in the shadows on several occasions—there were Japanese ninjas who moved without leaving a trace, their movements concealed and their presence invisible; there were vicious and greedy gangsters; and there were Japanese spies hiding in street corners and buildings, waiting for an opportunity to fire a shot.

But these demons and monsters were nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of Chen Feng.

The ninjas and thugs who were close to him had their bones shattered by his powerful internal energy cultivation, and they didn't even have time to scream. The agents who were sniping from a distance didn't even have time to pull the trigger before Chen Feng raised his hand and accurately shot them in the head.

As many as come, as many die!

In just a few days, a large number of gruesome corpses suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys of Shanghai. The news spread like wildfire and could not be contained.

Rumors spread like wildfire in Shanghai, causing widespread panic, with all sorts of bizarre and terrifying stories flying around.

The clown, who wore a hood, was invincible, and never lost a fight on the death stage, had his fame sweep through all the underground boxing rings and underworld forces in Shanghai like a whirlwind.

During leisure time, everyone was praising this sudden emergence of the ring god of death, regarding him as an invincible legend.

The calendar pages turn, and there are only three days left until the second day of the second lunar month.

The night was deep in the backyard of Hu Qing Yu Tang's main branch.

Chen Feng soaked in the steaming wooden tub, the warmth enveloping his entire body. He focused his mind, his consciousness sinking directly into the retinal interface, where lines of pale gold progress bars clearly appeared before his eyes:

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable.

[Tongbei Quan Minor Mastery: 900/1000]

[Tongbei Quan - Minor Success in Stance Training: 920/1000]

[Minor Mastery of Hard Qigong +10 (990/1000)]

[Sharpshooter Basics (317/500)]

Both Tongbei Quan and Zhuang Gong are nearing the threshold of mastery, just a hair's breadth away from breaking through.

However, the most crucial hard qigong is stuck at 990 points. That last 10 points is like an insurmountable barrier. No matter how hard he fights and refines it, he is always just one step away from success.

What made his heart sink even more was that the interception and counterattack over the past few days had already used up 95 bullets, leaving only 5 bullets in his gun, and his ammunition was running out.

During this period, Tangtang seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.

Just as Chen Feng was deep in thought.

Jiangwan Road in Shanghai.

Inside the headquarters building of the Japanese Marine Corps.

"Beep beep beep..."

Inside the telegraph room, the sound of keystrokes was so dense it was like a torrential downpour, echoing throughout the entire enclosed space.

A communications soldier, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, rapidly deciphered an encrypted telegram, his hands trembling as he handed it to the officer before him, his voice strained: "Urgent coded telegram from headquarters!"

The officer snatched the note, glanced at it quickly, and his face suddenly changed drastically. Veins bulged, and he slammed the note down on the table, roaring angrily:

"Damn it! Headquarters has actually ordered us to prepare massive amounts of aviation fuel in Shanghai for the Great Japanese Empire's full-scale invasion plan!"

"In addition, we need to produce a large batch of clear, unclouded human corneas and use acetone vitrification technology to manufacture precision aiming lenses for bombers!"

Before the words were finished, a tall figure strode out from the dark corner of the telegraph room.

It was none other than Ichiro Yamamoto, the commander of the Japanese Marine Corps regiment.

He snatched the telegram, his eyes bloodshot, and cursed through gritted teeth, "Such a massive amount of aviation fuel, and the human consumables needed for bomber sights, could never be procured without a massacre on the scale of Auschwitz!"

next second.

In the deeper shadows of the room, a figure slowly stood up and stepped into the dim, swaying light.

This man was dressed in a snow-white Japanese naval uniform, with a high, hooked nose and a sinister and ruthless face. He was none other than Mitsumasa Yonai, the commander of the Japanese Navy's Shanghai Special Landing Force, known as the "Butcher of Hongkou"!

The mastermind behind the three inhumane and anti-human programs—the live sonar experiment, the tuberculosis berserk experiment, and the cryogenic dismemberment experiment—at the Hongkou Dojo is this very demon before us.

Mitsumasa Yonai took the telegram, glanced at it casually, then turned and opened a drawer, taking out a leather-bound "secret ledger codebook" (only part of it had been deciphered!!!).

Mitsumasa Yonai ran his fingertips along the cover, but the contents inside were chilling:

The secret ledger clearly marked the code names and classifications of the live animals that the Green Gang transported each month.

"Blackfish" refers to 17 to 25 people, specifically for human experimentation in Japanese medicine.

The "white coal" group, consisting of 65 to 80 people, consisted of young laborers kidnapped directly from Shanghai's shantytowns and used as living consumables.

The "Sakura" group consisted of 12 to 18 women, all of whom were forced into sexual slavery by the Japanese army in Shanghai, and their fates were extremely tragic.

Followed by.

He then pulled out a large stack of thick leather ledgers from the drawer. The top one was a top-secret ledger of his dealings with Shanghai tycoon Huang Jinrong. It was clearly recorded in code: The Green Gang kidnapped a total of 187 children in the Zhabei Gun Di Long area, all of whom were sent to the Japanese army as test subjects... The rest was filled with densely packed numbers!

"Tap...tap...tap..."

Yonai Mitsumasa's fingertips tapped unconsciously on the account book, producing a cold, rhythmic sound. His tone was as indifferent as ice, devoid of any warmth:

"The shortages of strategic materials like oil refining and corneas are not difficult to solve!"

"Let's get in touch with the General Staff and the Black Dragon Society, and have Du Yuesheng and Huang Jinrong double the number of 'people' they send every month. That will solve everything!"

Before the words had even finished,

Suddenly, a series of heavy, rapid footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the door, approaching from afar.

"Creak—"

The heavy iron door was suddenly pushed open, and two figures dressed in Japanese military uniforms walked straight in.

The leader was Tanaka Ryukichi, the highest-ranking official of the Japanese Army General Staff's Shanghai-based intelligence agency!

Closely following him was Lieutenant Colonel Kitano Masaji, a Japanese army medical officer with a sinister expression and cold eyes.

Tanaka Ryukichi paused, then cut to the chase, his tone extremely grave:

"Yone-kun, we've run into two big problems lately!"

"The lower reaches of the Suzhou Creek have been completely disrupted by a newly appointed section chief named Chen Feng!"

"Now that the Green Gang's transport ships are unable to pass smoothly, the transport routes for large quantities of strategic materials we urgently need, such as refined oil, bone meal, corneas, and military rations, are completely blocked. Even our core plan to recapture the Phoenix Mountain Wharf in Songjiang has been completely thwarted!"

Kitano Masaji immediately stepped forward to add, his tone full of resentment and rage:

"That's not all! All the Imperial test subjects, from No. 10 to No. 4, in our boxing rings like Rong Sheng's Death Arena were all slaughtered by a clown wearing a hood!"

"From that point on, many Chinese martial artists not only dared to resist, but even stormed our Hongkou Dojo!"

"Even the plaques bearing the 'Sick Man of East Asia' that were sent out were smashed!"

"We've sent ninjas, Green Gang thugs, and spies to intercept and kill him several times, but that kid has killed them all; not a single one survived. It's utterly despicable!"

As they were talking.

Kitano Masaji pulled out several secretly taken photos from his pocket and handed them to Yonai Mitsumasa.

Yonai Mitsumasa stared intently at the mysterious clown figure in the photograph, his pupils suddenly contracting, his face filled with disbelief. He exclaimed in shock, "Baka! What's going on?! Test subjects 10 through 4 were all carefully modified and enhanced warriors of the Great Japanese Empire. How could they have been killed in succession by one person?!"

His trusted confidant, Yamamoto Ichiro, suddenly sharpened his gaze, as if he had thought of something, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, could this clown who slaughtered everyone on the life-or-death arena be Chen Feng, the one who stirred up trouble in the river?"

His words were a wake-up call for everyone!

Yonai Mitsumasa and Tanaka Ryukichi slammed their fists on the table simultaneously, causing it to tremble violently. The two Japanese executioners, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent, roared in unison:

"Baka! We absolutely cannot let this clown continue to live!"

"He must be beaten to death on the spot in the ring, and then all the newspapers in Shanghai must report on it extensively to completely destroy the martial spirit and the will to resist of the Chinese!"

Kitano Masaji gave a sinister smile, bowed deeply, and nodded: "Yes, sir! After the deaths of thousands of Chinese test subjects, Test Subject No. 47 has been successfully injected with Type III radium bone injection fluid, making him incredibly powerful. Let him fight and take this head!"

A moment later.

The group quickly arrived at the outside of a sealed laboratory. Through a thick layer of tempered glass, they could clearly see a giant man, over eight feet tall, standing in the center of the laboratory.

The man's skin was as white as paper, as if he were a patient with late-stage leukemia, with no color in his body. His head was bald and shiny, and his appearance was ferocious and terrifying. He exuded an inhuman ferocity. He was a bio-engineered laser bone warrior who had been completely modified by the Japanese military!

Kitano Masaji's lips curled into a cruel smile as he raised his hand and pressed a button on the control panel.

"Clang—"

A solid steel plate, several centimeters thick, slowly rose up in front of the No. 47 laser bone warrior.

"roar--!!"

The laser-bone warrior suddenly tilted his head back and let out a roar that was neither human nor like that of a ferocious beast. His muscles bulged and veins bulged.

next second.

His right arm suddenly tensed, carrying a devastating force, and he punched the thick steel plate hard!

"Bang—!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted throughout the entire laboratory!

The steel plate shattered instantly, sending debris flying everywhere.

"Roar roar roar—!!"

The cyborg stared intently at the group behind the glass, letting out a furious roar of resentment.

however.

Kitano Masaji, however, took out a photograph from his pocket.