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

Behind the European-style villas in Tangjia Garden, on the western outskirts of Shanghai, lies a spacious private shooting range.

On open terrain.

The first thing that catches the eye is a row of snow-white brick houses standing quietly. The solid wood gun racks under the eaves have been polished to a shine over the years. The racks are neatly arranged with world-famous guns such as Colt Python revolvers and Mauser rifles, and the brass bullets in the drawers gleam with a cold metallic luster.

At the end of the range, 50-meter and 100-meter fixed targets are lined up in a row, while the tracks of the moving targets are hidden in the grass, ready to be activated and then swiftly move through the air.

Today, the firing range was filled with a more menacing atmosphere than usual!

Nie Huanxi, the young master of the Nie family, another wealthy family in Shanghai!

He was practicing shooting with a group of followers. As soon as they approached the shooting range, they could hear a noisy commotion mixed with a few gunshots. They were very arrogant.

This man was born with a fair complexion, but he was arrogant and domineering. Relying on his family's powerful connections in the officialdom, he ran rampant in Shanghai and was a notorious scoundrel.

A few days ago at Tangtang's birthday party, he harassed and pestered the eldest daughter of the Tang family, but was coldly chased away by Tangtang in public. This matter has already spread throughout Shanghai's elite circles.

At that moment, he immediately noticed Tang Tang being very affectionate towards Chen Feng, who was standing to the side.

But when they looked at me, their eyes were full of coldness and disgust, and my jealousy instantly burned fiercely in my heart.

"Who is that brat?"

His henchmen all turned their gazes toward him.

Chen Feng, dressed in a blue robe, stood tall and straight, his brows radiating a commanding presence, his calm aura overwhelming all the纨绔 (playboys).

Compared to him, Nie Huanxi, a pampered young master from a wealthy family, was simply not in the same league.

Nie Huanxi looked him up and down with a jealous expression. Seeing his simple clothes, she immediately sneered and stepped forward to block his way: "Stop! You brat, you dare to get so close to Miss Tang? You should know if you're worthy! Do you dare to have a shooting contest with me?"

Chen Feng was too lazy to pay attention to this clown and turned to leave.

Nie Huanxi, however, thought Chen Feng was a coward, so she became even more emboldened and arrogant: "What? You're scared? I think you're just a piece of trash who can't even hold a gun properly!"

"shut up!"

Tang Tang immediately stepped forward, her eyebrows furrowed: "Nie Huanxi, don't go too far! A competition is fine, but what if you lose?"

Nie Huanxi said arrogantly, "I lost, and I will never set foot in the Tang Family Garden again, nor will I bother you in the slightest! If he loses... he'll have to kneel down and kowtow to me!"

Tang Tang's expression changed drastically, and she quickly grabbed Chen Feng: "Don't agree to him! It's too humiliating, we won't compete!"

Chen Feng gently patted the back of her hand, his gaze calmly fixed on Nie Huanxi, his voice icy: "Kowtowing? You lost. Get out of here and don't get in my way! Understand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible pressure spread out.

Nie Huanxi felt a sudden pang of panic, but she forced herself to remain calm: "Okay! I promise you!"

Tang Tang's eyes were full of pleading and worry. Chen Feng smiled faintly at her and said softly, "Don't worry, he's not worthy of my avoiding his sharp edge!"

The first round was a pistol competition.

Both men used Colt Python revolvers on the platform to shoot at a fixed target 50 meters away, each firing six bullets.

Nie Huanxi raised her gun first, a smug smile playing on her lips.

He had been playing with guns since childhood and had received military training in Germany, so he had a solid military foundation.

He held the gun in one hand, his wrist as steady as a rock.

He held the gun in one hand, his wrist as steady as a mountain. Six shots rang out in succession, and the bullets hit the target one after another, with two of them hitting the bullseye.

The followers immediately began to fawn over him.

"Young Master Nie is awesome! Who can match his marksmanship?"

"Young Master Nie is a sharpshooter! This kid's doomed!"

Nie Huanxi turned to Chen Feng, her face full of mockery: "What, you're too scared to shoot? Or are you such a country bumpkin that you can't even hold a gun steady? Hahahaha..."

Chen Feng remained calm and picked up the Colt revolver with one hand.

This gun originated in the United States. It has a heavy body, a smooth cylinder, and is chambered in .357 Magnum. It is incredibly powerful and is the most sought-after sidearm among the wealthy elites of Shanghai. However, its accuracy depends entirely on the shooter's skill.

Although Chen Feng had never used this gun before, his martial arts background gave him a sense of perception far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Bang--!"

On the first shot, due to unfamiliarity with the firearm, the bullet grazed the edge of the target and almost missed.

Nie Huanxi laughed so hard she almost fell over: "Hahaha! We missed the target!"

The sycophants' mockery intensified: "Trash is trash!"

Available in the next second.

Chen Feng's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his wrist remained as steady as iron.

bang bang bang-

The remaining five bullets whistled out one after another, each hitting the bullseye, with the bullet holes almost overlapping!

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Nie Huanxi's smile froze on her face, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

The laughter of his followers abruptly stopped, and they swallowed hard, quickly trying to smooth things over: "Luck! It's definitely luck! He'll definitely lose in the rifle competition!"

Nie Huanxi, forcing a smile, said with a gloomy face, "Yes, yes, yes! In the rifle competition, I received professional training in Germany, I'll definitely win!"

In the second round, they switched to rifles, each person was given a clip with five bullets, and challenged a 100-meter fixed target.

"Bang bang bang—"

Nie Huanxi fired the first shot, but due to her eagerness to win, her mindset had already become unbalanced. Her first shot missed the bullseye, and only two of her subsequent shots hit the target.

Chen Feng's turn!

"Bang!"

The first shot was fired with a familiar weapon, slightly off target.

"Missed again! I told you he was just lucky!"

The henchmen started shouting again, their tone full of sarcasm.

Chen Feng ignored him, held his breath, and continued to pull the trigger.

"Bang bang bang—"

The next four shots were more accurate than the last, the bullets hitting the bullseye as if they had eyes.

at the same time.

Chen Feng suddenly understood the subtle differences between rifles and pistols—rifles have longer barrels, higher muzzle velocities, and require more composure and breath control for long-range shooting. This sense of resonance with the firearm is something pistols lack!

On the other hand, Nie Huanxi saw Chen Feng becoming more and more stable in battle while she herself made frequent mistakes, and her mentality completely collapsed, her face turning pale and ashen.

Tang Tang, Xiao A Qiao, and Hu Tao stood to the side, already doubled over with laughter, constantly mocking Nie Huanxi, then turning to Chen Feng and showering him with praise: "Chen Feng, you're amazing!" "I knew I wasn't wrong about you!" "Brother Feng! Keep it up!"

Nie Huanxi's face turned ashen, and a vicious murderous intent quietly grew in her heart.

Chen Feng keenly caught this hint of ruthlessness.

He remained calm, a cold glint flashing in his eyes—since the other party was courting death, then he would grant his wish.

The third round still uses Colt Python revolvers, with six bullets per person, to shoot at moving targets!

"Bang bang—"

Nie Huanxi once again took the lead, and as the moving target sped past, he barely managed to hit two targets.

Chen Feng's turn!

Relying on his martial arts skills, he moved with the agility of a leopard, wielding a Colt revolver and striking with lightning speed.

He even imitated the pose of a Western cowboy, shifting his body slightly to the side the moment he pulled the trigger—it was incredibly cool!

"Bang bang bang—"

Six bullets were fired in one go, each hitting the moving target in the bullseye!

Nie Huanxi broke out in a cold sweat, overwhelmed by fear and resentment, and her malice grew stronger.

He deliberately left the last bullet unloaded, and sneered coldly at Chen Feng: "Kid, if you admit defeat now and get out of Tang Family Garden, I'll give you a thousand silver dollars! Enough for you to live on for the rest of your life!"

The henchmen chimed in, "You brat, be smart! That's a thousand silver dollars, you couldn't earn that much in your whole life! Take the money and get out of here!"

"Pfft—!"

Tangtang and the other two burst out laughing.

Tang Tang stepped forward and shouted angrily, "Nie Huanxi, you've made a complete fool of yourself! Chen Feng is my friend, and he's also the section chief of the lower section of the Suzhou River! You have the nerve to throw around a thousand silver dollars and embarrass yourself like that?"

Nie Huanxi was shocked, her face filled with disbelief.

Such a young section chief?

Given the Tang family's status, they would never speak carelessly!

He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Ten thousand silver dollars! Is that enough?"

Xiao Aqiao and Hu Tao immediately shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

Enraged, Nie Huanxi looked around – he couldn't beat Chen Feng, Tang Tang had a powerful background he couldn't afford to offend, and Hu Tao was the eldest daughter of Hu Qingyutang. Only Xiao A Qiao seemed ordinary, which was perfect for killing someone to establish his authority!

He abruptly turned his gun, pointing it directly at Xiao Aqiao, and roared, "Who do you think you are, a country bumpkin, to speak here?!"

The moment the gun barrel turned, Chen Feng moved.

Swift as a ghost, powerful as thunder!

In the instant the gun went off, he grabbed Nie Huanxi's wrist and lifted it sharply upwards!

"Bang!"

The bullet grazed Nie Huanxi's nose, spraying blood everywhere!

At the same time, Chen Feng unleashed a burst of wrist strength.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was extremely piercing.

Nie Huanxi's arm holding the gun broke on the spot, and his pig-like screams echoed throughout the shooting range.

The excruciating pain and fear instantly shattered all the arrogance of this spoiled young master from a wealthy family. His face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembled, and he knelt down with a thud, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy from Chen Feng.

"I was wrong! I was wrong, brother! Forgive me! I'll never do it again!"

"I will never set foot in the Tang Family Garden again! I will never harass Miss Tang again! Please, please let me go!"

Chen Feng's eyes were icy cold, filled with chilling killing intent. He spoke each word slowly and deliberately: "A bet's a bet! Dare to step into the Tang Family Garden again—die!"

The murderous aura forged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood instantly terrified Nie Huanxi, causing her to wet her pants on the spot. Supported by her followers, she scrambled away from the Tang family garden, her eyes filled with resentment as she left.

Hu Tao said softly, "Luckily, we're at the Tang family's. Otherwise, if that brat dared to touch Xiao A Qiao, he'd probably die a horrible death!"

To thank Chen Feng for helping them out, Tang Tang led everyone into a warehouse with its iron gate tightly locked.

Pushing open the iron gate, a Maxim heavy machine gun came into view!

Pushing open the door to the ammunition depot next door, you'll find ammunition boxes of all kinds of bullets neatly stacked up like a small mountain!

"Do whatever you want!" Tang Tang said with a smile.

Chen Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up the Maxim heavy machine gun with one hand and the ammunition box with the other.

next moment.

"Da da da..."

Gunshots rang out like thunder, bullets whistled through the air, and the sharpshooter's experience points skyrocketed.

After firing a box of bullets, the barrel of the gun was already red-hot, but Chen Feng's arm did not feel numb at all. Instead, he felt a strange resonance with the gun.

The retina display is also refreshing like crazy:

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable.

[Sharpshooter Basics (481/500)]

Chen Feng put down the heavy machine gun, took out his beloved Red 9, and turned to walk towards the 100-meter fixed target.

Raise your hand, aim, and pull the trigger.

"Bang bang bang—"

The first bridge was fired with ten bullets, which whistled past the target almost grazing all around, leaving behind a dense array of bullet holes.

"Click—"

The second bullet was chambered, and Chen Feng pulled the trigger again.

"Bang bang bang..."

The first nine shots all landed on the outer edge of the target.

But Chen Feng's eyes grew brighter and his breathing became more steady!

"suck----!!"

He took a deep breath, lowered his arm, closed his eyes and focused his mind, letting the feeling of shooting and the resonance with the gun settle deep in his heart.

When I opened my eyes again, the golden light on my retina surged, and tiny golden words were being refreshed rapidly.

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable.

[Sharpshooter - Beginner → Junior Master]

[Sharpshooter Xiao Cheng (0/1000)]

[Gained through shooting: Arm becomes like a rifle stock, pistol can fire like a rifle, at 150 meters, every shot hits its mark!]

Chen Feng raised his hand, aimed, and locked onto the bullseye 100 meters away.

"Bang!"