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

No sooner had Zhang Xiaolin’s roar ended than a series of synchronized footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the dock, causing the ground to tremble slightly!

More than two hundred disciples of the Yan Clan, dressed in uniform tight-fitting clothes and with cloth belts around their waists, were full of energy and walked with steady and agile steps. Like an unstoppable steel torrent, they surrounded a young and upright figure and strode towards the riverbank.

The leader, with a figure like a spear, a cold and stern face, and eyes as sharp as an eagle, with a dark and abyss-like aura surging around him, was none other than Chen Feng!

In an instant, the entire venue erupted in cheers!

"The great hero who rescued Bone Rice from the garbage bridge!"

"The great hero who annihilated the Japanese invaders at Wusong Wharf!"

"The lower reaches of the Suzhou Creek, a great hero who stood up for us poor people!"

Cheers and shouts erupted like thunder, wave after wave, soaring into the sky!

Countless impoverished people on the shore, ordinary citizens who had been oppressed by the Green Gang, bowed and cheered, their eyes filled with expectation and reliance, placing their hopes, as if their lives depended on this young martial artist who dared to confront the Green Gang and the Japanese army head-on!

There were also voices of surprise and doubt among the crowd:

"Yan Men? I've never even heard of this martial arts gym before, and now they've suddenly produced two hundred disciples?"

"Wow, that's impressive! Even among the well-known, long-established martial arts gyms in the martial arts federation, very few can match this scale!"

"Two hundred men? What's two hundred? If a real fight breaks out, they wouldn't even be enough to fill the teeth of the Green Gang's seven or eight hundred thugs!"

The words had barely drifted on the wind when—another roar of engines erupted from the riverbank! A black Ford sedan sped up and screeched to a halt in the spotlight!

The car door swung open, and Xiang Gongpi stepped out slowly. He was tall and imposing, exuding an air of authority. He was a big shot in both the underworld and legitimate society of Shanghai.

Yan Tieqiao had saved his life back then, and Xiang Gongpi had long promised that if Yan's family was in trouble, Hongmen would definitely come to their aid!

Today, Chen Feng is facing a life-or-death battle, and he came here specifically to support him!

Behind him, more than a thousand Hongmen disciples surged out like a black tidal wave, their momentum overwhelming, directly occupying most of the riverbank and making the Axe Gang gasp for breath!

Among the group were numerous martial arts masters from Five Sacred Mountains, including Mei Guan, the owner of the "Beast Cage" boxing arena—yet his gaze toward Chen Feng concealed a barely perceptible hint of coldness and hostility!

The bald, burly man at the entrance of Swallow's Nest Hall also stood solemnly among the crowd, exuding a fierce aura.

Xiang Gongpi stepped forward and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yan Tieqiao.

next second!

Behind him, over a thousand Hongmen disciples bowed simultaneously, shouting in unison, their voices shaking the river and echoing through the sky: "Young Master!"

"Young Master!?"

This shout startled everyone in the audience, and then they erupted in chaos!

The voices that had just mocked the small number of people in Yanmen vanished without a trace.

At this moment, Chen Feng has two hundred fellow disciples from the Yan family and more than a thousand disciples from the Hong family backing him up. He has become the number one figure in Shanghai who can influence the dock situation, and no one dares to underestimate him in the slightest!

As the crowd marveled and discussed, the Dragon King performance on stage came to a complete end.

The opera troupe withdrew from the arena, the dragon ladder was quickly dismantled, and the ten-zhang-high platform in the middle of the river lost all its festive spirit, leaving only the cold, solemn, and life-or-death atmosphere of a martial arts arena.

Teng Heijiu, who was presiding over the duel, jumped onto a small sampan. The boatman gently rowed the oars, and the small boat cut through the waves and slowly came to a stop below the high platform.

"Hey--!"

Teng Heijiu lightly pushed off the deck with both feet, his body suddenly soaring into the air. He stepped on the wooden frame of the arena, using the momentum to leap up like an eagle spreading its wings, and landed steadily on the ten-zhang-high platform!

He stood in the center of the arena, facing the dense crowd on both sides of the river, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "Today, Chen Feng will fight Qian Hu! A life-or-death duel in martial arts, and I, Teng Heijiu, am entrusted to preside over it!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's and piercing as a knife, swept across the entire audience. His voice, booming like a bell, silenced even the river waves: "Please, both of you, come to the stage!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom--!"

On the riverbank, a figure suddenly shot out!

It was Qian Hu!

He stomped his foot on the riverbank, his body leaping into the air like an arrow released from a bow, flying towards the center of the river.

His feet skimmed lightly across the faintly visible buoys in the river, his movements as nimble as an ape. Then, he grabbed the smooth wooden frame of the arena with both hands and, like a nimble monkey climbing a branch, leaped onto the top of the platform in an instant, landing steadily.

His lightness skill was unparalleled, and his graceful movements amazed the entire audience!

Teng Heijiu and the other martial arts experts raised their eyebrows slightly, already understanding in their hearts: "Such lightness skill and movement technique are definitely not something that can be possessed by those with Ming Jin cultivation!"

Qian Hu stood in the center of the arena, waved his hand, and roared fiercely, his killing intent surging towards both sides: "Chen Feng! Why don't you come and face your death!"

People on both sides of the strait erupted in a tidal wave of exclamations, and martial arts enthusiasts stared wide-eyed at the figure in the crowd.

at the same time.

Chen Feng's gaze slowly swept across the riverbank, looking at Hu Tao, Xiao A Qiao, Tang Tang, Da Li and his daughter, Yan Tie Qiao and his fellow disciples, and finally, he solemnly clasped his hands in a salute to everyone.

This bow is to express gratitude to his teacher, his relatives and friends, and everyone who stood up to support him.

next moment.

Instead of floating on the river, Chen Feng turned around and suddenly rushed towards the pile of hardwood logs that were as thick as a bowl and eighteen feet long!

"Hey--"

Relying on the power of his fully developed physical body, he unleashed a burst of hidden energy from his feet, launching a series of flying kicks!

"Bang bang bang—"

Several sturdy logs, under his foot, shot towards the high platform in the middle of the river like arrows shot from a powerful bow, accompanied by a piercing sound!

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Everyone was stunned!

Chen Feng slammed his foot off the ground, his body suddenly soaring into the air like a roc spreading its wings, and stepped directly onto the first flying piece of wood!

One kick, two kicks, three kicks...

He actually stepped on a row of flying logs, his figure like a shooting star chasing the moon, heading straight for the ten-zhang-high platform!

Just as the last piece of wood reached the highest point of its parabola, Chen Feng suddenly exerted force with his feet!

"Bang--!"

The hard wood snapped instantly!

Using this immense force of destruction, his figure soared into the sky once again, like an eagle piercing the heavens or a dragon taking flight, directly leaping onto the ten-zhang-high arena!

His feet landed firmly, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his aura soared to the heavens!

This scene completely stunned everyone present!

Du Yuesheng, Zhang Xiaolin, Master Gu, Xiang Gongpi... all the big shots of Shanghai leaned forward, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief!

"hiss--!"

Tens of thousands of onlookers on both sides of the river gasped in unison, and the entire scene fell silent for a second!

The next moment!

The cheers, as loud as a tsunami, swept across the entire Suzhou River and the whole of Shanghai like raging waves!

Teng Heijiu stood before Chen Feng, staring intently at the young martial artist. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and his heart trembled: "Yan Tieqiao! You've stumbled upon a once-in-a-millennium treasure of national martial arts!"

Immediately afterwards!

Teng Heijiu stepped forward and stood in the center of the arena. He waved his hand forcefully, and the sound shook the surrounding area, announcing the official start of this life-or-death battle!

"A duel to the death!"

"No abstentions! No surrenders! No conceding defeat!"

"A decisive battle! A fight to the death!"

"beat--!"