infodatos Chapter 62 The Hidden Dragon of Beiping's Martial Arts World
Chapter 62 The Hidden Dragon of Beiping's Martial Arts World
That one "Brother Lu" stunned all the disciples practicing their martial arts.
What kind of status does the president have?
In the martial arts world of Beiping, he was the undisputed leader! He always acted haughtily when he met those martial arts masters and镖头 (bodyguards).
Why are you being so polite to such a young man today?
They even call each other brothers?
"President Liu, you're too kind."
Lu Cheng, neither humble nor arrogant, clasped his hands in a salute.
"I am a junior, and I have come to your door today with a request."
"Hey, what's with all this begging and pleading?"
President Liu grabbed Lu Cheng's wrist with great force, clearly testing him.
It feels warm and smooth to the touch, and although the muscles are relaxed, once pressure is applied, it immediately generates a continuous and resilient force.
"As expected, they've at least reached the level of internal strength!"
President Liu nodded to himself, becoming even more certain of his judgment from that day.
"Come on, come on, let's go inside and talk."
President Liu pulled Lu Cheng toward the inner hall.
Just then.
On the training ground, a young man who was practicing with a gun suddenly stopped.
The young man looked to be in his early twenties, tall and slender, with an air of arrogance about him.
The spear in his hand was three feet longer than usual, and its tip was not the common diamond shape, but a "penetrating spear" with barbs.
"Wait!"
The young man shouted and walked over with his gun.
"Master, is this the legendary Boss Lu who can dodge bullets?"
President Liu paused, his brow furrowed slightly, and he reprimanded:
"Ziping, don't be rude! This is your Uncle-Master Lu!"
"Uncle-Master?"
The young man named Ziping sneered and looked Lu Cheng up and down.
"Master, our martial arts club is a place where real skills matter."
"No matter how amazing the rumors are, they are still just rumors."
"I, Huo Ziping, do not believe in superstition."
"I'd like to lend a hand to this 'Grandmaster' Lu and see if he truly deserves such treatment from you!"
Huo Ziping!
Upon hearing this name, Third Master Li whispered to Lu Cheng from the side:
"Master Lu, this kid is from the Huo family of Tianjin, a branch of Huo Yuanjia's lineage. He has extremely high talent and is the senior disciple of the Simin Martial Arts Club. He is also the most promising talent in Beiping to enter the top ten in this 'Hidden Dragon List'."
"The Hidden Dragon List?"
Lu Cheng raised an eyebrow.
That word again.
It seems the world of martial arts during the Republic of China era was more complex than he had imagined.
"Nonsense! Get out of here!" President Liu was losing face and was about to get angry.
Lu Cheng smiled.
He released President Liu's hand, turned around, and looked at Huo Ziping, whose face was full of fighting spirit.
"Would you like to try?"
"right!"
Huo Ziping flicked his spear, causing it to flare and buzz.
"Having determined who is superior and who is inferior, it also decides..."
"stop."
Lu Cheng waved his hand, interrupting his usual sparring talk.
"You are President Liu's beloved disciple, and also the hope of the martial arts world in Beiping."
"If I were to hurt you, it would be bad for President Liu's reputation."
Huo Ziping's face turned red with anger upon hearing this.
"What are you so arrogant about?! We haven't even started fighting yet and you're already..."
"No need to hit."
Lu Cheng walked to the weapon rack next to him, his eyes sweeping over the row of weapons. In the end, he did not choose the red-tasseled spears that suited him, but instead casually picked out a white waxwood staff used for practicing basic skills.
It had no spearhead, no tassel, just a smooth, even slightly curved wooden stick.
"I'm standing right here."
Lu Cheng held the stick in one hand, held the white waxwood pole horizontally to his side, and assumed the most basic and inconspicuous "dragging spear" stance.
"Use your strongest move to attack."
"As long as you can force me to take half a step back, or make me drop this stick."
Even if I lose.
"From now on, I'll avoid you whenever I see you."
"If you can't do it..."
Lu Cheng's eyes turned cold, and the bloodthirsty aura that had emanated from Guanghe Tower instantly spread out.
"Then you'd better stand quietly to the side. When adults are talking, kids shouldn't interrupt."
"You!! This is outrageous!!"
Huo Ziping was furious.
You think you can beat his family's heirloom steel gun with a broken wooden stick? That's practically ripping his face off and stomping on it!
"Fine! You asked for this!"
Huo Ziping stopped wasting words.
He took a deep breath, stomped his feet hard on the ground, his muscles bulged, and he instantly entered a fighting state.
"kill!"
With a roar, the specially made steel armor-piercing spear in his hand shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea.
This shot was neither fancy nor a test.
It's the most ruthless move in the Huo family's spear technique... "Heart-Piercing Drill"!
This move emphasizes the "twisting" technique.
The spear shot out like a dragon, its shaft spinning rapidly in his hand, carrying a spiraling, drilling force, heading straight for Lu Cheng's throat.
The air was torn apart by the spinning gun tip, producing a piercing "whoosh" sound.
If this shot lands solidly, it can penetrate not only flesh and blood, but even three layers of leather armor!
The disciples around him held their breath, and President Liu didn't stop them. He also wanted to see how Lu Cheng's "haphazardly practiced" kung fu would be able to break through this sure-kill shot with a wooden stick.
Faced with this shot that carried the scent of death.
Lu Cheng stood still, motionless.
Just as the tip of the gun was a foot away from his throat.
A flash of golden light suddenly appeared in his pupils.
【Sharp Eyes】!
slow.
too slow.
In Lu Cheng's eyes, Huo Ziping's seemingly fierce and invincible shot was full of flaws.
"His marksmanship is too flashy, but his power is too scattered."
Lu Cheng sneered inwardly.
He moved.
There are no fancy dodges, no complicated moves.
He suddenly raised the white waxwood stick in his hand, and then slammed it down like Mount Tai crashing down.
He used the most simple yet domineering move in the Lin family's spear technique... "Bang!"
The marksmanship of the 800,000 Imperial Guard instructors is not about aesthetics, but about battlefield combat and "head-to-head" fighting!
"Buzz—!!"
The [Toad-Hunting Force] within Lu Cheng's body erupted instantly.
A massive surge of vital energy flowed up his spine and upper arm, frantically pouring into the white waxwood pole.
The originally soft ash wood suddenly became harder than steel, emitting a muffled thunderous sound!
"Walk!"
Lu Cheng shouted.
The white waxwood staff, carrying immense force, struck Huo Ziping's rapidly spinning steel spear shaft with unparalleled precision.
"clang!!!"
A deafening roar erupted, like a bronze bell in a temple being struck by a giant hammer.
Sparks were actually ejected from the point of contact between the wood and the steel!
Huo Ziping originally thought that the other party would use a clever force to "push" or "pick".
But he never expected that Lu Cheng would use "smash"!
In that instant, he felt as if he hadn't been hit by a wooden stick, but rather by a roof beam that had fallen from the sky.
That terrifying "bursting force" brutally interrupted all the rotational power on his gun.
"what!"
Huo Ziping let out a scream.
The webs between his thumb and forefinger instantly split open, and blood flowed freely.
The immense shockwave traveled along the gun barrel to his entire body, making his internal organs churn.
He couldn't even hold the gun properly!
"Whoosh—"
The heavy steel spear flew out of his hand, spinning in the air for more than ten meters before embedding itself deeply into the earthen wall of the training ground with a "thud," its butt still trembling violently.
Huo Ziping himself was so shaken by the immense force that his legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.
But it's not over yet.
After smashing the steel gun away, Lu Cheng did not stop wielding the white waxwood staff in his hand.
Instead, it presses down and pushes forward.
Lin Family Spear Technique... "Thrust!"
This wooden stick without a spearhead was sharper than any divine weapon at this moment.
"call!"
The wind howled.
The tip of the ash pole came to a steady stop half an inch in front of Huo Ziping's throat.
The speed was so fast that the strong wind it generated made Huo Ziping's throat hurt and gave him goosebumps.
Huo Ziping knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his face.
He stared at the wooden stick so close to him, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he didn't dare swallow a single drop of saliva.
If Lu Cheng had just moved his hand forward by just one inch...
That wooden stick, with its hidden force, could pierce his throat directly!
one move.
A head-on confrontation.
Break iron with wood, overcome skill with clumsiness!
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone stared at Lu Cheng as if they had seen a ghost, at that ordinary white waxwood pole.
Lu Cheng slowly withdrew his staff.
He glanced at the white waxwood stick in his hand, which had cracked under the immense force, and casually tossed it to the ground.
"The Lin family's spear technique emphasizes 'unobstructed spear'."
Lu Cheng looked at Huo Ziping on the ground, his tone indifferent.
"Your gun is all show and no substance; you're trying to use a clever, spinning motion to get inside people."
"If you encounter someone weaker than you, you can win."
"But what if you encounter someone who crawled out of a pile of corpses..."
Lu Cheng leaned down, his eyes like knives.
"Before you even got the gun out, the person was already smashed to pieces."
"Go back and practice your pole fighting. Make this 'empty strength' real before you try to outdo me."
This moment.
The arrogance in Huo Ziping's eyes vanished, replaced by deep fear and shame.
He finally understood what a grandmaster was, and what... the vastness of heaven and earth truly meant.
"Good! What a powerful, unhindered attack!"
President Liu finally snapped out of his shock, his beard trembling with excitement.
He strode over, grabbed Lu Cheng's arm, and his eyes were filled with fervor.
"Such a powerful and domineering burst of energy, such penetrating insight..."
"Brother Lu, you're not just practicing blindly, you've truly mastered the art of spear fighting!"
"Please! Please come in! Let's go inside and have a good drink!"
President Liu personally led the way, taking Lu Cheng into the inner hall.
The courtyard of the Four People Martial Arts Club was extremely large, divided into east and west courtyards. From the east courtyard came the sounds of people practicing their punches, while the west courtyard was a quiet bamboo grove.
Passing through the bamboo grove, you'll find an elegant main hall.
Before even entering the house, I heard a strong, yet somewhat worried voice coming from inside, as if someone was discussing something important.
"...The forces from beyond the Great Wall are coming in with great force this time."
"I heard that the seventh person on the 'Hidden Dragon List' is the heir of the Nalan family, named Nalan Yuanshu. He has already crossed the Shanhaiguan Pass and is heading straight for Beiping."
"This kid practices Bajiquan, which is incredibly powerful and fierce. He has already taken down three martial arts schools in Tianjin, leaving none of them alive."
"In Beiping, who among the younger generation can stop us?"
Lu Cheng paused slightly as he was about to step across the threshold.
Nalan Yuanshu?
Bajiquan?
That name sounds familiar; he must be a formidable character.
It seems that the martial arts world in Beiping is much more lively than the excerpts from the opera on the stage.