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

The Year of Gengwu!

The 19th day of the Lunar New Year!

The sunset glow of old Shanghai had just spread over the eaves of the concessions, the cold wind carried the fishy smell of the Huangpu River, and the air was still filled with the lingering scent of everyday life, but it had already been overwhelmed by the bloodshed and restlessness of the underground boxing ring.

Chen Feng walked steadily toward the underground boxing ring that night.

After going around in circles.

He has finally returned to the battlefield where he fought his first battle!

Tonight, this place is destined to be stained with the blood of Japanese invaders and villains!

A short while later.

As dusk fell, the city lights began to illuminate the night.

The dim yellow lights bathed the boxing ring in a reddish hue, and the area around the ring was already packed with people.

As soon as Chen Feng stepped into the boxing ring, a deafening roar swept over him like a tsunami.

"Oh my god!"

"It's the Joker!"

"He really is a clown!"

Inside the arena, the gamblers' eyes were bloodshot, their neck veins bulging, as they waved silver dollars and banknotes, their roars almost lifting the roof off.

Everyone was chanting the same name frantically: "Joker! Joker! Joker! Hero! Hero! Hero!"

The roar of the crowd grew louder and louder, vividly demonstrating the madness and bloodlust of this chaotic underground boxing ring.

The manager of Rong Sheng's death stage had his expression change drastically the moment Chen Feng appeared. He rushed backstage, grabbed the phone, and frantically dialed the dial, his voice both respectful and panicked: "Lord Kitano! The clown is here! The clown you're looking for! He's here!"

One phone call was all it took for the Japanese invaders to act.

In less than half an incense stick's time.

"Beep beep beep—"

The roar of armored vehicles' hooves echoed through the streets.

The dark green armored vehicle roared through the perimeter of the boxing ring, its metal wheels screeching as they rolled over the cobblestones of the street.

Armored vehicles escorted a specially made black prison van, which came to a steady stop at the entrance of the boxing ring. The van was emblazoned with the glaring Rising Sun Flag, exuding a suffocating malice in the twilight.

Inside the truck bed was the No. 47 Laser Bone Warrior, whom the Japanese invaders regarded as a killing weapon.

At this moment, number 47 was no longer human.

The Type III radium bone injection fluid injected into his body was frantically eroding his muscles, bones, and flesh. His skin was constantly writhing, swelling, and twisting abnormally, and the eerie "crackling" sound of his bones penetrated the carriage.

He gritted his teeth, letting out inhuman roars. With each struggle, the specially made iron shackles made a creaking sound, as if they were about to break at any moment.

"Roar roar roar—!"

He roared in agony, his voice like that of a dying beast, saliva and blood splattering everywhere, his whole being driven mad by the drugs.

The Japanese soldiers guarding the vehicle grinned maliciously, repeatedly jabbing the electric baton into Number 47's wounds and deformed bones. Blue arcs of electricity burned continuously, and Number 47's roars grew increasingly shrill, his body convulsing violently.

The Japanese soldiers, speaking broken Chinese, shouted angrily, "Baka! Baka! If you don't shut up, we'll kill your daughter! Die, die!"

This sentence is like a curse.

The frantically struggling body of Number 47 suddenly stiffened, his painful roar abruptly stopped, leaving only heavy, labored breathing, his eyes surging with despair and boundless hatred.

Not long after.

"Baka! Get out of here!"

Japanese soldiers in armored vehicles, bayonets fixed, charged off their Type 38 rifles and menacingly drove away the surrounding crowd.

"Baka! Get out! All of you, get the hell out!"

A Chinese civilian who was a little slow to react was hit hard on the back of the head by a Japanese soldier with the butt of his rifle. He groaned and fell to the ground, his clothes instantly stained with blood.

Another young man who tried to protect the old man had just taken a step forward when he was stabbed in the shoulder by a Japanese soldier's bayonet. Blood gushed out, and the young man fell to his knees in pain, but dared not move an inch.

In this bustling metropolis, the Japanese invaders were utterly brutal and lawless, treating the lives of their people as worthless as grass.

Bayonets were brandished in the crowd, the dull thud of rifle butts hitting the ground, the screams, cries, and pleas for mercy of the people mingled together, and the once noisy boxing ring instantly turned into a living hell.

next moment.

The prison van door was suddenly pulled open.

Number 47 was dragged off the prison van by chains. The overwhelming murderous aura from the laser bone modification hit them, and the once noisy and bustling black boxing arena instantly fell silent, with even the sound of breathing becoming faint.

"This number 47 is terrifying! It's not human, it's a ferocious beast!"

"Don't let his low number fool you; he's the only survivor out of thousands of test subjects!"

"Yes! He was injected with the latest 731 drug; his bones are harder than steel, he's invulnerable to blades and bullets!"

"And he's incredibly strong; he can tear a person apart with his bare hands, and he could shatter a steel plate with a single punch!"

"Absolutely! Even Lord Kitano himself is here. It seems those who dared to bet on the clown to win this time can just wait to sell their wives and daughters!"

The Green Gang thugs whispered among themselves, taking out their money to bet on number 47.

In no time, terrifying rumors about number 47 spread rapidly throughout the boxing ring.

Just now.

"Baka! Baka!"

"Get out of here, you Chinese pigs!"

People from the Hongkou Dojo flocked to the scene.

Hundreds of Japanese samurai dressed in black gi, ronin with katana at their waists, and many Japanese expatriates in kimonos swarmed in like locusts, forming a huge, chaotic mass, shouting incessantly in broken Japanese.

Upon seeing the Japanese, the Green Gang thugs immediately became obsequious and groveling, their faces full of sycophancy and disgust, completely forgetting that they were also Chinese.

In their eyes, power and interests are far more important than national integrity. At this moment, they only want to take advantage of the Japanese to make a fortune and win the favor of their Manchu masters.

Followed by.

These thugs jostled and pushed aside their fellow countrymen to make room for the best spots for the Japanese to place bets, their servile and obsequious behavior utterly despicable.

But this time, the Chinese people around them did not back down.

When the Japanese barged in arrogantly, and when the Green Gang lackeys showed their obsequious and ugly faces, every Chinese person felt a burning anger in their heart.

"I'll sell everything I own to bet on the Joker to win!"

"Yes! Bet on the clown to win! We can't let those little devils get away with this!"

"I swear to stand with the Joker! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Without further hesitation, they pulled out all the money they had and slammed it onto the gambling table.

What was originally a one-sided betting game has now turned into a stark contrast, supported by national integrity. The scene is chaotic for a moment, but it exudes a moving sense of determination.

next moment.

The crowd surged forward instantly, with people shouting and cheering with red eyes.

The crowd jostled and pushed against the Green Gang thugs, who were pushed around and swayed, cursing and swearing.

Those commoners with some martial arts skills took advantage of the chaos to throw punches and kicks at the Green Gang thugs and Japanese, targeting their weak points. They vented all their pent-up resentment on these scoundrels, causing them to howl in pain.

at the same time.

Standing in the center of the life-or-death arena, Chen Feng could clearly feel an invisible pressure even from dozens of meters away.

That was the violent, malevolent aura emanating from Number 47, constantly assaulting his muscles and flesh, causing a tingling numbness throughout his body.

What surprised him even more was that this overwhelming pressure on his bones and muscles was like a key, directly triggering the breakthrough opportunity for his mastery of hard qigong!

"I see!" Chen Feng instantly understood: "Although I won't be stuck at the Inner Strength level like my senior brother, the experience points increase exponentially after advancing, which goes against the principle of 'Heaven rewards diligence'!"

"Therefore, a more powerful impact is needed for a breakthrough! It will then happen naturally!"

next moment.

When Chen Feng's gaze swept over the Japanese-occupied high platform, he immediately locked onto the sinister-looking Japanese scum in the crowd—Kitano Masaji!

The infamous demons of Unit 731, executioners with their hands stained with the blood of the Chinese people!

In an instant.

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, locking onto Kitano Seiji as if it were a tangible thing.

At that moment, Kitano Seiji also suddenly looked up.

When he met Chen Feng's murderous eyes, it felt as if an ice pick had pierced his heart, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

That wasn't anger, that wasn't mania.

It's a trial!

It was an absolute, chilling resolve.

It was like a knife hanging over his head, making him feel a sudden pang of fear.

He turned pale with fright and hurriedly shrank behind a group of Japanese soldiers, hiding and avoiding eye contact with Chen Feng.

The shock subsided slightly.

Kitano Masaji pulled a photograph from his pocket and roared at Number 47, who had just stepped onto the death row, his voice sharp and piercing: "Kill him! Kill that clown! He must be killed!"

The photo shows a little girl with pigtails, smiling innocently.

The moment Number 47 saw the photo, his deformed body trembled violently, his roar became extremely shrill, and his pain instantly reached its peak.

"clang--!"

The bronze bell on the battle platform suddenly rang, signaling the start of the decisive battle!

"roar--!"

Number 47's eyes were bloodshot, and his laser bone power erupted completely. Like a ferocious beast that had been provoked, he punched Chen Feng straight in the face!

Just as the fist was about to strike.

Chen Feng clearly heard, beneath that frenzied roar, a low, desperate plea: "Kill me... I'm in so much pain... Please..."

"Um!?"

Chen Feng's eyes sharpened, but his movements showed no hesitation.

At this moment, he had achieved the late stage of minor mastery of hard qigong and the late stage of minor mastery of Tongbei Quan. His aura was as condensed as iron, his hard qigong was fully activated, and his fist intent flowed through his limbs and bones.

Faced with No. 47's ferocious attack, he did not retreat in the slightest, but directly used his hard qigong to take the punch head-on!

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, and a dull thud reverberated throughout the arena.

A violent shock spread from his arm to his entire body, and the ground beneath Chen Feng's feet instantly cracked like a spider web. He was shaken back three steps before he could barely regain his balance, his arm slightly numb.

The entire Chinese audience fell silent, their faces filled with shock.

The Japanese soldiers on the high platform laughed wildly, smugly waving their Japanese flag and shouting, "Hahaha! Clown! You're nothing but trash in front of Number 47! You can't even withstand a single punch!"

Upon hearing this, the Chinese audience clenched their fists and roared in support: "Clown! Go! Clown! Go!"

Chen Feng shook his numb arm, his eyes showing no panic, but rather a hint of excitement: "Just a little more... a bit stronger attack, and I'll break through!"

Just then.

Kitano Masaji, a smug look on his face, roared, "Hurry up and attack! Blow him up!"

Seeing this, Number 47 twisted and deformed his arm, and his fist, as big as a casserole dish, slammed into Chen Feng's chest again with a whistling sound.

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and his hard qigong circulated throughout his body. At the same time, his fist intent surged, and he unleashed a fierce Tongbei Fist!

"Tongbei Quan - Mountain Opening!"

This time, he no longer simply resisted head-on, but instead combined hard qigong with Tongbei Quan techniques, his fists carrying fierce power, unstoppable!

"Bang!"

The two fists collided violently, the force of which spread outwards, and the wind from the punches made the surrounding air tremble.

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew in all directions. Both of them were knocked back several steps by the force of the impact, and deep cracks appeared on the ground beneath their feet.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Immediately, the Chinese people erupted in thunderous cheers!

The shouts of the Japanese on the high platform gradually faded away, replaced by a somber atmosphere.

Kitano Masaji's smile froze completely. He stared intently at the scene, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Followed by.

His face was sinister, and he gestured with his large hand.

Several thugs from the Green Gang immediately escorted a six or seven-year-old girl onto the high platform—it was none other than Number 47's daughter!

The little girl trembled with fear, tears welling in her eyes, but she bit her lip tightly, afraid to cry out. She just looked helplessly at her father in the arena.

The moment he saw his daughter, the pain and madness in Number 47's eyes reached their peak.

Kitano Masaji gave a look, indicating that if Chen Feng's head wasn't taken soon, his daughter would be killed immediately!

"ah--"

Number 47's eyes were wide with rage!

The effects of the Type III radium bone injection were completely unleashed by his rage, causing his murderous aura to surge several times over, and his combat power to soar to its peak. He pounced on Chen Feng like a madman!

This punch seemed to contain earth-shattering power!

"Now!"

Chen Feng's eyes were sharp as knives. His body suddenly sank, and he exerted force with his feet, his body like a fully drawn bow.

Step forward, twist your waist, snap your back, and punch!

A series of rapid, explosive movements, like a bowstring twirling and an arrow shooting through the air, were unleashed with the Tongbei Fist's "Supporting Hammer" technique!

"Whoosh—"

Everyone in the room suddenly stood up!

This was the first time they'd seen the Joker take the initiative instead of just standing there and fighting!

Everyone's pupils dilated sharply as they watched the figure moving like lightning in the arena, their breaths catching in their throats.

"Bang—!"

The two figures intersected, and their fists collided at that instant.

Chen Feng's retinal panel refreshed instantly, and lines of small golden characters surged with golden light.

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable!

[The mastery of hard qigong increases with each challenge, and an experience point reward of 1000 is given.]

[Breaking through the bottleneck in Hard Qigong from the initial stage to the advanced stage! Able to defend against hidden force attacks!]

[Mastery of Hard Qigong (1000/5000)]

[Hard Qigong experience point acquisition speed increased by 50 times!]

At this moment.

The collision of extreme forces sent Chen Feng and No. 47 flying high into the air, tracing an arc in the sky.

"boom--"

Number 47 crashed heavily onto the railing of the deathmatch arena, and the ground shattered with a deafening roar!

"puff--"

Chen Feng landed steadily in front of the railing of the life-or-death arena.

Next second,

A powerful and profound aura suddenly erupted from his body!

His originally somewhat frail figure was now surrounded by powerful energy, his physical strength surging like a mountain rising from the ground, making everyone present gasp for breath.

"Sizzle—"

His upper body clothes were torn apart by the violent force, and his skin had a faint bronze sheen.

The power of Vajra's indestructibility is beginning to manifest!

"Gurgle—"

The entire audience of Chinese people stared in disbelief, their mouths agape, their eyes filled with shock and ecstasy, followed by a chorus of gasps and choked sobs.

"Baka-ba-ba-ga!"

The Japanese soldiers on the high platform were filled with terror and resentment, completely unable to believe what they were seeing, and trembling incoherently.

"Giggle giggle—"

Kitano Seiji trembled with rage, tearing the photo in his hand to shreds. A flicker of fear and fury flashed in his eyes as he screamed and roared at Number 47, "Useless! Useless... If you can't kill the Joker, go find your daughter in hell!"

The words fell.

"Well--"

Number 47 struggled to his feet and looked at Chen Feng, whose aura was surging. The madness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by deep respect.

He looked at his daughter on the high platform again, his eyes bloodshot.

He knew that the Japanese invaders would not let him go, much less her.

He had no choice!

"Kill me! Kill me now!"

Number 47 immediately disregarded everything and charged at Chen Feng again like a madman, without any moves, only stretching out his neck!

"well--"

Chen Feng saw through his predicament and despair at a glance, and had already made up his mind.

He channeled the power of his mastered hard qigong, pouring all his strength into his right arm, and the ultimate technique of Tongbei Quan was instantly condensed.

[Tongbei, Piercing Heart Fist]

This punch was incredibly powerful, with a whistling wind that seemed to tear the air apart.

In the blink of an eye.

Instead of directly striking at No. 47's vital points, Chen Feng twisted his wrist, dispersing his palm force, and struck the opponent's right chest.

"I won't kill you; I'll send you to seek revenge!"

This palm strike, seemingly so gentle, contained the earth-shattering power of a master of hard qigong, and cleverly utilized the skillful force of Tongbei Quan to blast No. 47 towards the direction of the Japanese high platform.

"Whoosh!"

Number 47 was like a cannonball!

"Ah! Baka!"

"Ah! Baka!"

A scream erupted from the Japanese soldiers. A Japanese soldier who couldn't dodge in time was hit directly by No. 47, his bones breaking instantly. He fell to the ground lifeless, and a group of Japanese who were affected by the impact let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"die--"

Number 47 rolled over and got up, ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, his eyes filled only with deep hatred for the Japanese invaders.

Like a ferocious beast breaking free of its cage, he pounced on every Japanese soldier, tearing at them with sharp claws, slamming them down with heavy punches, and slamming them with his giant hands. Wherever he went, the Japanese soldiers screamed in agony, and blood stained the ground red.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet whistled as it struck Number 47's leg, but it was firmly blocked by his steel-like laser bones, unable to penetrate or create a cavity effect!

"I'll help you!"

Chen Feng leaped up, like a hawk somersaulting, and landed lightly at a shooting position.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

He flipped his hand and pulled out a Mauser pistol, firing four shots in quick succession!

"ah----!!"

The Japanese gunmen who were lying in ambush at the four corners of the boxing ring all fell to the ground with blood splattered between their eyebrows at the same time!

After the gunshot, the entire arena fell silent.

Upon seeing this, Kitano Masaji was terrified and screamed, "Baka! Baka! Kill the clown! Kill that clown right now!"

He then gave a stern order: "The Laserbone Warriors are still useful! No firing indiscriminately! Use stun guns! Use tranquilizers! Capture them alive! Capture them alive!"

Before the words had even finished,

He then tucked his tail between his legs and shrank behind the Japanese soldiers, attempting to slip away!

The boxing ring was in complete chaos. People scattered and ran, trampling each other in countless ways. Cries, gunshots, and screams mingled together.

Number 47 also went completely mad, fighting fiercely against the surrounding Japanese soldiers, punching and kicking them, leaving corpses strewn everywhere and the sky darkening in his wake.

And just as No. 47 was engaged in a fierce battle.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Kitano Masaji quietly darted toward the little girl who was being held hostage on the high platform.

In just a few breaths.

He shoved the Green Gang thugs aside, pulled out a dagger, and held it tightly to the girl's neck!

The sharp blade pressed against her delicate skin, and the little girl trembled with fear, tears streaming down her face, yet she never uttered a cry for help.

At that very moment.

Chen Feng had already killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers in close combat. Seizing a moment of chaos in the crowd, his eyes were as cold as knives!

Without hesitation, he raised his gun, aimed, and locked on!

The gun was pointed directly at Kitano Masaji's forehead!

This inhuman demon from Unit 731 must die here today!

Killing him will rewrite the history of Northeast China!

"Bang!"