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

"Bang--!"

The night was as dark as ink. On the battlefield of life and death in Shanghai, gunshots suddenly ripped through eardrums!

"call out--!"

The bullet flew towards Kitano Masaji in an instant.

"Baka—!"

Kurosawa Ciga, the second-best ninja in Japan, suddenly appeared like a ghost.

"Hey--!"

This person was dressed in black ninja attire. His late-stage Ming Jin cultivation erupted instantly, and the samurai sword at his waist was drawn like lightning. It was an extremely fast Iaijutsu!

"Clang!"

A flash of cold light, and the whistling bullet was cleaved in two!

Kitano Masaji froze after the flash of the blade, barely escaping with his life.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes: "The Great Perfection of the Sword Technique!"

He knew that the main force of the Japanese army would arrive in no time, and he could not stay here for even a moment.

He swiftly scooped up the trembling little girl huddled in the corner, then turned to Number 47 and hissed, "Go!"

The two transformed into two black shadows and vanished into the dark alleyway in an instant.

They had barely left when the roar of a car engine came from afar.

Followed by.

Japanese mechanized troops surged in like a tidal wave, their footsteps, shouts, and the clanging of metal filling the boxing ring. Exits were blocked from all sides, and a tight net had been laid.

Chen Feng knew that the Japanese army would catch up sooner or later—if the two of them kept running away with the little girl, it would be difficult to escape!

He made a quick decision, sending Number 47 and his daughter ahead: "Go to the Waibaidu Bridge pier and wait for me in the shadows of the culvert under the bridge! No matter what happens, don't look back!"

He himself stayed behind to cover the rear, then suddenly turned back, determined to disrupt the Japanese army's rhythm personally.

next moment.

Chen Fengming's internal energy surged and rolled within his body in the later stages of his Ming Jin, achieving mastery of hard qigong, and his five senses became as sharp as an eagle's.

In the darkness, he could clearly see the Japanese army spreading out a search net in all directions, and all their actions were crystal clear to him.

Chen Feng did not engage in direct combat or linger in battle. Taking advantage of the darkness and the cover of the buildings, he moved like a ghost, quickly weaving through the gaps in the Japanese army's net, and silently returned to the boxing ring.

At the entrance of the boxing ring, several thugs were squatting beside the corpse, plundering for money, their greed and apathy palpable.

Chen Feng's eyes turned cold, and he immediately launched a killing move.

The punches were fierce and explosive, and amidst the flying blood and flesh, the thugs fell to the ground one after another, leaving only one survivor.

"explain--!"

He coldly demanded to know the room where the boxing ring manager was located. Before the man could plead, he twisted his wrist—with a crisp "crack," the man's neck snapped, and he didn't even have time to scream.

"boom--"

He kicked open the door to the steward's office.

"Who?"

The steward looked up in terror, his face ashen, his eyes filled with fear.

"die!"

Chen Feng's eyes were icy cold, and his hand moved with lightning speed, severing the other man's neck.

The problem of who was in charge has been solved.

His gaze swept quickly around the room before finally settling on one spot.

"Hey--!"

He stepped forward, twisted his waist, and straightened his back, unleashing a powerful and unparalleled "support hammer" that slammed into the safe.

The thick sheet metal exploded with a loud bang, and a golden light flashed inside. Chen Feng swept it all up with his large hand and looted everything!

After receiving the reward I deserved!!!

Chen Feng casually lit a fire, and the raging flames instantly engulfed the boxing ring, billowing thick smoke and creating the most striking chaos in the night.

"Baka! Baka!"

When the Japanese soldiers saw the boxing ring engulfed in flames, they were thrown into chaos, screaming and cursing as they turned back.

The previously tight search network collapsed instantly, and the father and daughter number 47, who were almost caught, escaped death!

"Whoosh!"

Chen Feng seized the opportunity, his figure nimbly weaving through the gaps in the Japanese army's retreat, as if entering an empty field, and completely broke free from the encirclement.

By the time he arrived at Waibaidu Bridge, it was already late at night.

Flames soared into the sky within the city, turning the night sky a ghastly white, and the Japanese troops continued their frantic firefighting efforts.

Chen Feng first found Er Gou and his sixth senior brother, who were helping him manage the river, and whispered some instructions to them, explaining the follow-up matters. Then he quickly went to the corner of the culvert under the bridge and found the father and daughter number 47 huddled there.

Not long after.

The three boarded the new patrol boat that had been prepared in advance.

Er Gou immediately took the helm, and the boat broke through the darkness of the river, speeding towards Songjiang, completely shaking off any possible pursuit.

This moment.

A gentle breeze blew across the bow of the boat, carrying the cool, damp air of the Suzhou River. It dispersed the smoke and blood of the fleeing journey and slowly eased the tense atmosphere.

The bright moon finally broke through the dark clouds, and its light spilled onto the river, shattering into a shimmering expanse of ripples.

Number 47 stood at the bow of the ship, holding his daughter Xiaohua, watching the darkness being pushed aside and the ship speeding towards the distance, a glimmer of hope welling up in his heart.

This was Xiaohua's first time stepping onto the Suzhou River and her first time riding a boat. Half of her face showed timid nervousness, while the other half showed undisguised curiosity. Her little hands tightly gripped the rough hem of her father's clothes, and her eyes sparkled as she gazed at the surging river.

Number 47 slowly bent his knees and gently sat cross-legged on the deck, holding his daughter more securely in his arms. His chin rested on the top of her soft hair, and a low, gentle melody escaped his throat—"Moon Lord, whose surname is Zhang, rode a big horse to escape famine..."

That was the simplest lullaby in the countryside of northern Jiangsu, carrying the scent of the earth and also concealing the vicissitudes of a lifetime of hardship.

As Xiaohua listened to her father's familiar voice, her tense little body gradually relaxed, her long eyelashes drooped, and her breathing became even. In this way, she fell into a deep sleep in his bouncy yet reassuring embrace.

A gentle breeze caressed the father and daughter's hair, capturing this tender moment in the cold, chaotic night, making it all the more precious and moving.

Chen Feng sat down quietly to the side.

Looking at her sleeping daughter, No. 47's eyes reddened. She first thanked Chen Feng deeply, and then slowly recounted her long-buried past.

His real name wasn't actually number 47; it was Dali!

The family of three were farmers from northern Jiangsu. Their hometown had suffered from years of severe drought, resulting in a complete crop failure. They ate tree bark and clay, even consuming all their seed grains. Many villagers suffered from edema. When investigators came down from above, they wrote that there was no disaster, that the locals were eating well and were plump. But these edematous people collapsed while walking and could never stand again. To survive, the entire family left their home and walked thousands of miles to Shanghai to seek a living.

However, his elderly family members passed away one after another along the way. After finally arriving in Shanghai with his wife and daughter, he was lured by thugs from the Green Gang with high wages and imprisoned in the Japanese-run "Hongkou Flesh and Blood Lab." His wife, searching for him, also fell into their clutches. Even more cruelly, Japanese executioners dissected his wife alive in front of him! He himself was used as a test subject, injected with radium bone-injecting fluid along with thousands of others. He nearly died during the injection of the Type I agent, but the thought of his daughter, Xiaohua, kept him going with sheer willpower. He is, to date, the only test subject to have survived the injection of the Type III radium bone-injecting fluid.

At this point, Dali trembled all over, his eyes surging with boundless hatred. He hated this cannibalistic world, hated the henchmen of the Green Gang who aided and abetted evil, and hated even more those inhuman Japanese executioners!

In a hoarse voice, he told Chen Feng that his body had already been destroyed by the drug and he wouldn't live much longer. His only wish was to take revenge before he died. He also said that he was familiar with Hongkou and knew everything about the Japanese army's secret laboratory, and could be of great help.

Before he could finish speaking, Dali suddenly hugged his sleeping daughter, knelt down in front of Chen Feng, and kowtowed heavily, begging Chen Feng to take care of his daughter after his death and give Xiaohua a support to live on.

Chen Feng quickly helped him up, patted his shoulder heavily, and nodded solemnly.

Before dawn, the patrol boat arrived at Songjiang Wharf.

Chen Feng briefly told A Si and Zhu Luo, who were waiting there, about Dali and his daughter's ordeal, and instructed them to make sure the father and daughter had food and lodging and to protect them.

Chen Feng looked at the father and daughter who depended on each other for survival and said in a deep voice.

"Just wait patiently. After the second day of the second lunar month, I will definitely settle accounts with those Japanese scum!"

"Slaughter them all, for you, and for the countless souls who perished, to avenge them!"