A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

"Master, we've arrived."

The car slowly stopped downstairs at the Prince Hotel, and Chen Haonan hurriedly got out and spoke to Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu stared at Chen Haonan, "What did you just call me?"

Chan Ho-nam paused for a moment, then hurriedly explained, "That's what we call them in Hong Kong. How could someone my age possibly be learning martial arts? I'm no longer the fierce warrior I was back when I dominated Causeway Bay with a machete."

clap clap.

Suddenly, a group of thugs wielding machetes rushed out from around the Prince Hotel.

The prince clapped his hands and stood at the door, staring at Chan Ho-nam with a smile. "Your men were all dead a few years ago, all the best fighters are gone. Now you're bringing a bunch of punks to fight me? Chan Ho-nam, your era is over, your time is over. Don't come out of the woodwork."

Chan Ho-nam laughed loudly, "Where were you hiding back then? You only showed up after my brother died in battle. Back then..."

"Stop talking nonsense. This isn't the time to reminisce about the old days. You're old now, look at you... Do you really think those old fogies value you? Trying to take down me with a bunch of rotten cabbages?"

The prince stared at Chan Ho-nam with a mocking expression. The reason why Chan Ho-nam was able to act so arrogantly in Causeway Bay back then was because of the tough brothers around him.

Now that all those people are dead, Chen Haonan is nothing but a fart.

"Hey kid, there's a master waiting for you in the back parking lot. Go if you dare."

The Crown Prince originally intended to chop Feng Yuxiu into pieces right now, but remembering Tan Jingyao's words, he spoke to Feng Yuxiu instead.

He didn't think Feng Yuxiu could have any ability with so many underlings.

Just as Chen Haonan was about to speak, Feng Yuxiu darted out and instantly stood beside the Crown Prince.

With a bewildered look in the prince's eyes, he pressed his hands against his neck and gently twisted it.

Click.

The prince's head was snapped off on the spot.

"I'll leave the rest to you. I have no interest in these punks."

Feng Yuxiu walked straight to the back of the hotel, leaving Chen Haonan, who was horrified, and his henchmen who were dumbfounded.

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At midnight, in the back alley of the Prince Hotel, the glow of neon lights spilled onto the uneven cement ground of the parking lot.

Feng Yuxiu stared calmly at Tan Jingyao. In his previous life, this kid's leg skills were exceptionally sharp, a rarity among the top masters.

His legwork is powerful and heavy, no less than the leg strength of Muay Thai.

Tan Jingyao is no longer suffering from the leg injury he sustained in his previous life; he is currently at his strongest.

Feng Yuxiu sealed all eight extraordinary meridians in his body, and all ancient martial arts techniques, such as the Ape Strike Technique, were suppressed.

He tried his best to restore his state back to that of his past life.

"You're actually quite good for not selling human organs; you're a skilled martial artist. Apart from Hong Ye, you're the only opponent I take seriously."

Tan Jingyao stood with his hands behind his back, his dark blue Tang suit neatly pressed, with only the cuffs slightly wrinkled by the night wind.

He was nearly thirty years old, with a straight back like a pine tree and his feet were neither too far toe nor too wide, which was the rooted stance of the Northern Leg School, as if his feet were nailed to the cement ground.

His gaze swept over Feng Yuxiu opposite him, tinged with a hint of regret for his fellow man: "Brother, the true essence of martial arts is to strengthen the body, not to be bloodthirsty and belligerent. It's one thing that you killed Wang Zhe, but why did you push your luck? Today you're probably going to be defeated here."

Feng Yuxiu grinned, revealing two rows of neat, yet gleaming teeth.

He wore a black, tight-fitting outfit, with his trousers tucked into his combat boots, revealing calf muscles that were as taut and knotted as steel cables, every inch of which was full of explosive power.

His hands hung slightly at his sides, his fingertips loosely clenched, his shoulders relaxed yet always poised to strike: "The true essence of martial arts is to determine the strongest. Those who seek fame and fortune are not worthy of being called martial artists. I've come today to test your skills, Northern Leg King, and see if your legs are faster or my fists are harder."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yuxiu suddenly kicked off the ground!
The rubber soles of the combat boots rubbed against the concrete, making a screeching sound and leaving a clear black mark.

His figure shot out like a cannonball, his left arm bent to protect his chest, his right fist twisting his waist and thrusting out with his shoulder, aiming straight for Tan Jingyao's face with a whooshing sound.

This punch, devoid of any fancy moves, is the Cannon Fist of Xingyi Quan. Its speed is as fast as lightning, and its force is fierce, fully demonstrating the essence of hard-hitting and unhindered attack.

Tan Jingyao was prepared. Seeing the fist approaching, he stepped forward instead of retreating. He touched the ground with the toes of his left foot and suddenly lashed out with his right foot like a whip, his ankle taut and the toe of his shoe pointing directly at Feng Yuxiu's wrist.

The timing of this kick was perfect, precisely at the critical point when Feng Yuxiu's fist was about to unleash its power. Once it hit, Feng Yuxiu's right fist would inevitably be deflected by the force.

This is the foundation of the Northern Leg King's skill: striking first after the opponent has moved, using his legs to break through the opponent's fists.

A hint of approval flashed in Feng Yuxiu's eyes, but there was no sign of panic.

He suddenly pulled back his right fist, his wrist sinking down to avoid Tan Jingyao's shoe tip. At the same time, he stepped forward with his left foot, lowered his center of gravity, and turned his left fist into a palm, his fingertips like knives, slashing diagonally at the inside of Tan Jingyao's knee.

The knee is the foundation of leg techniques. Feng Yuxiu's attacks are always aimed at vital points, and his fighting style is extremely ruthless.

"What a quick change of tactics!"

Tan Jingyao was secretly alarmed. The moment his right foot landed, his left foot was already raised, his knee bent, and his lower leg swept out horizontally, colliding with Feng Yuxiu's palm strike.

"bang"

With a muffled thud, both of them felt the other's strength.

Feng Yuxiu felt his palms go numb, while Tan Jingyao's calf muscles were as hard as a rock.

Tan Jingyao was shaken and swayed slightly. Feng Yuxiu's palm strike was tricky and carried a rotating hidden force, which made his knees ache slightly.

After exchanging blows, both men retreated simultaneously.

Feng Yuxiu took three steps back, his feet grinding the ground to regain his balance.

Tan Jingyao only took one step back, maintaining a rooted stance as his left foot landed, steady and secure.

This round of probing seemed evenly matched, but in reality, Tan Jingyao had a slight advantage. He used the length advantage of his leg techniques to neutralize Feng Yuxiu's close-range attacks and also used the cushioning effect of retreating to dissipate most of the hidden force.

"The King of Northern Legs truly lives up to his reputation." Feng Yuxiu flexed his wrists, the numbness in his palms gradually subsiding, but his eyes grew even more fervent. "However, this is not enough!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he launched another fierce attack.

This time, he no longer focused on boxing techniques, but used both hands and feet, integrating the dragon and tiger fighting of Xingyi Quan with the splitting and connecting of Tongbei Quan. His fists were like dragons and tigers tumbling, his arms were like long whips waving, and his footwork was unpredictable. Sometimes he would take big steps to approach, and sometimes he would take small steps to move in circles, trying to find Tan Jingyao's weakness.

Tan Jingyao knew that Feng Yuxiu's fighting style was fierce and domineering, and he was good at close-quarters combat. Once Feng Yuxiu got close, Tan Jingyao would find it difficult to make use of his leg techniques.

Therefore, he always maintained a distance of about three feet from Feng Yuxiu, his footwork was agile, and his legs attacked alternately, launching a counterattack like a storm.

His leg techniques combined strength and flexibility, sometimes like a steel whip lashing out, sometimes like a serpent coiling around, each kick landing precisely on Feng Yuxiu's attack trajectory, neutralizing his attacks one by one.

"Clap clap clap!"

The sounds of continuous collisions echoed through the parking lot.

Feng Yuxiu's right fist was blocked by Tan Jingyao's left foot, and his left palm was kicked in the wrist by Tan Jingyao's right foot.

Tan Jingyao's sweeping leg was dodged by Feng Yuxiu by bending over, while his kick was deflected by Feng Yuxiu's knee.

Both men moved with incredible speed. Amidst the flickering neon lights, only two blurry figures could be seen colliding and separating, their afterimages of fists and feet tracing arcs through the air. Suddenly, Feng Yuxiu seized an opening!
After Tan Jingyao kicked out with his right foot, he was a little slow to retract it, which exposed an opening in his lower body.

A glint flashed in Feng Yuxiu's eyes. He slammed his left foot into the ground, his body spinning like a top. He bent his right knee and slammed it hard into the outside of Tan Jingyao's right knee.

This knee strike is vicious and ruthless. If it hits, it can cause anything from a dislocated knee to a broken leg bone, completely crippling Tan Jingyao's leg techniques.

Tan Jingyao's heart skipped a beat. In that critical moment, he suddenly shifted his weight to the right, and at the same time, he hooked his right toe up, forcefully changing the trajectory of his recovery. His heel slammed precisely into the inside of Feng Yuxiu's knee.

This sudden change of tactics was extremely risky, relying entirely on decades of experience and ultimate control over the body, employing a strategy of trading injury for injury.

"Oh!"

The two men's knees collided violently, producing a muffled groan at the same time.

Feng Yuxiu felt a piercing pain in his knee, and the knee pads of his combat boots were dented from the impact.

Tan Jingyao was so shocked that his right leg went weak and he almost knelt down. He gritted his teeth and used his left foot to steady himself. Fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

In this head-on clash, both men sustained minor injuries. Feng Yuxiu's knees were throbbing, affecting his agility.

Tan Jingyao's right leg was temporarily unable to exert force, and he could only rely on his left leg to support his center of gravity.

The atmosphere in the parking lot grew even heavier; even the night breeze seemed to have stopped flowing, leaving only the heavy breathing of the two people.

"You really are ruthless." Tan Jingyao wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes becoming even more determined. "Since you insist on a life-or-death struggle, then I'll let you witness the Northern Leg Sect's ultimate technique, 'Chasing the Wind and Catching the Moon'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Jingyao took a deep breath, pushed off the ground with his left foot, and his body soared into the air!

His right leg was straight in mid-air with his toes pointing down, while his left leg was bent and held in front of him. His body spun around like a high-speed spinning top, accompanied by a whistling sound, and rushed straight at Feng Yuxiu.

This move, "Chasing the Wind and Catching the Moon," is the signature technique of the Northern Leg School. It perfectly combines the speed, power, and rotation of leg techniques, and once unleashed, its power is immense and difficult to resist.

Feng Yuxiu felt the pressure in the air; he knew this was Tan Jingyao's all-out attack, and there was no way to avoid it.

He held back, spreading his legs shoulder-width apart, lowering his center of gravity, crossing his hands in front of his chest, and simultaneously circulating his internal energy to tense all the muscles in his body, preparing to take the kick head-on.

"boom!"

Tan Jingyao's right foot, carrying immense force, slammed into Feng Yuxiu's crossed arms.

Feng Yuxiu felt a tremendous force coming from him, his arms went numb instantly, and his body slid backward involuntarily. His feet left two long tracks on the concrete ground until he crashed into the back of an abandoned van, which finally helped him regain his balance.

He groaned, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered internal injuries.

When Tan Jingyao landed, his left foot touched the ground first, and his right leg followed suit, but he still staggered because of his old injury.

His face was pale, and his breathing became heavier. This move, "Chasing the Wind and Catching the Moon," had exhausted a lot of his physical strength and internal energy, leaving him at his limit.

"Happy! So happy!"

Feng Yuxiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but the fervor in his eyes grew even stronger. "This is the duel I've been waiting for! Sect Leader Tan, do you still have the strength? If not, then you've lost!"

Tan Jingyao took a few deep breaths and slowly straightened up. Although his right leg still ached slightly, his eyes remained firm: "Young man, you've taken my kick, you're already at your limit! I don't believe you can continue."

After saying that, he launched another attack.

This time, his leg techniques were no longer as agile and varied as before, but became more steady and powerful. Each kick was delivered with all his strength, carrying a do-or-die determination.

His left foot supported his body, while his right foot alternately kicked out, swept out, and stomped out. Every movement was standard and precise, bringing out the full power of the Northern Leg.

Feng Yuxiu grinned and went to meet him again.

This time, he didn't rush to attack, but focused on defense, using his hands like shields to protect his vital points, while constantly adjusting his footwork to look for opportunities to counterattack.

His boxing became more steady, each punch carrying a heavy force, constantly colliding with Tan Jingyao's leg techniques, producing dull sounds.

Both of them gradually slowed down, but each movement became more precise and powerful.

Their breathing grew heavier and heavier, and sweat slid down their cheeks, dripping onto the cement floor and evaporating instantly.

The light and shadow in the parking lot constantly shifted around them, making their shadows appear longer and shorter.

Suddenly, when Tan Jingyao kicked out with his right foot, his speed was slowed by half a beat due to a recurrence of an old injury.

Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Feng Yuxiu lunged forward, dodging Tan Jingyao's kick, while simultaneously slamming his right fist into Tan Jingyao's chest like a heavy hammer.

This punch, imbued with the full power of his body, was the Beng Quan (崩拳) of Xingyi Quan (形意拳), its force fierce and powerful, like a collapsing mountain.

Tan Jingyao tried to dodge, but it was too late.

He could only watch helplessly as the fist approached, instinctively raising his arms to protect his chest.

"Click"

With a sharp crack, accompanied by Tan Jingyao's scream, the bones in both of his arms were broken. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the concrete ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Feng Yuxiu stood there, panting heavily. The pain in his knees and chest made him frown, but his eyes gleamed with the light of victory.

He looked at Tan Jingyao, who was lying on the ground unable to move, and slowly walked over.

Tan Jingyao lay on the ground, his arms twisted and deformed, his chest heaving violently, and blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Feng Yuxiu as he approached, "I lost..."

"But you're not having an easy time either. If you don't go to the hospital, your internal organs will rupture and you will die."

Feng Yuxiu flexed his wrists and smiled, "In the previous life, you put more pressure on me than anyone else, and in this life, it's still just as much pressure."

"You're right. If I were still the same as I was in my previous life, I definitely wouldn't be happy facing you now, without any flaws."

Tan Jingyao frowned. "What are you talking about? I admit you're a rare expert. Hurry up and get to the hospital, or you'll surely die."

Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath, and a crackling sound rang out from inside his body.

Under Tan Jingyao's shocked gaze, Feng Yuxiu slowly straightened up.

"How is this possible?! Your aura!!"

Feng Yuxiu slowly retreated, standing ten meters away from Tan Jingyao. "Actually, if you were just a little stronger today, even if you beat me, I would have let you go."

"What a pity, we gave you two chances, and you still ended up with the exact same result. Now watch closely."

"My true power, Monkey Strike Technique!"

boom!
A burst of white light suddenly erupted, and the surrounding darkness instantly brightened slightly. Feng Yuxiu's figure disappeared from the spot.

Tan Jingyao felt a sharp pain in his neck and suddenly turned around, snapping his neck in the process.

He was horrified to see Feng Yuxiu standing behind him, ten meters away.

"You...this is...ancient...ancient...martial arts..." (End of Chapter)