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

"Master, let's hurry, the cops are coming soon."

Hung Hing lost a prince, and Hou Che Chang lost a martial arts master.

It's quite normal for a couple of people to die in gang fights, and the police usually don't pay much attention unless there are large-scale casualties.

After all, this has been the way it has been for decades. Back when Chan Ho-nam dominated Causeway Bay, no one stood in his way. Whatever these gangsters said, that was the rule of this area.

Even now, some of these ideas haven't changed.

Feng Yuxiu stared at Chen Haonan with a smile, "The man was killed by Hung Hing, what does that have to do with me?"

Chen Haonan was stunned. His pupils shrank. After being in the underworld for so many years, how could he see into a person's subconscious? Feng Yuxiu's words were very clear.

From Wang Zhe onwards, all those who died belonged to Hung Hing.

However, he was forced to return from the United States. Now that the Crown Prince is dead, he can only be the leader of Hung Hing.

The Crown Prince was right. He was forced to come to the Crown Prince by Feng Yuxiu, but the elders of Hung Hing gave him these few underlings, most of whom he brought from America.

Those old fogies don't think he has any faith in him at all; they'll side with whoever wins.

"Withdraw, withdraw everything."

Chan Ho-nam immediately realized that this was not decades ago; they could no longer chase people down the street with machetes.

Therefore, it is necessary to evacuate before the police arrive.

"Master, what about you?" Chen Haonan hurriedly looked at Feng Yuxiu.

“I said, it was your Hung Hing who killed him, it has nothing to do with me.”

Feng Yuxiu slowly walked into the dark street and disappeared.

He looked at the streets of Hong Kong today and the magnificent hotels around it.

In 05, many places in mainland China still experienced frequent power outages, even first-tier cities were not as affected as Hong Kong is now.

Being able to eat meat during the Chinese New Year is already considered a very good life.

After a moment of reflection, Feng Yuxiu turned around in the corner, and a group of Hong Kong police officers rushed over from the distant street. They quickly sealed off the Prince Hotel.

The prince died at the hotel entrance, and another person died in the parking lot behind the hotel.

The unexpected scene of people lying on the ground and groaning in pain in the streets made Liao Zhizhong breathe a sigh of relief.

"Inspector Liao, what do we do now?"

Several police officers stepped forward to solicit their opinions.

Liao Zhizhong smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. Let's pack up and see if we can find his family."

As for Wang Zhe's body, it had long been secretly disposed of by the old men of Hung Hing. The body could be anywhere, just out of their sight.

It's not like decades ago; there are rules for everything we do now.

The British are gone; they can no longer seek the so-called protection of the Governor of Hong Kong.

Feng Yuxiu suddenly froze. He looked around at his surroundings, took a few quick steps forward, and after exiting the alley, he jumped up and stood on a wall to look around.

In the distance is a small, enclosed stadium, with advertisements for things like "pissing fish balls" still remaining on the walls.

On the side of the main entrance is a three-meter-long billboard featuring a middle-aged man dressed in a black outfit.

The middle-aged man's gaze was steady as he practiced the starting stance of an internal martial arts style.

Shao Henian, a master of internal martial arts, was renowned throughout the martial arts world for his Bajiquan style.

Feng Yuxiu smiled and said, "In the previous life, this kid was in a car accident and couldn't fight. In the competition with Wang Zhe and Tan Jingyao, their strength was no different from the previous life. However, it's possible that they were burdened by worldly affairs and couldn't fully devote themselves to it."

“Shao Henian is different; his profession is martial arts.”

Feng Yuxiu looked expectant as he walked step by step toward the martial arts stadium.

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The security door on the west side of the venue was still ajar, and the evening breeze, carrying the salty and humid air of Victoria Harbour, blew in, causing the hem of Shao Henian's black coat draped over his arm to rustle slightly.

He had just finished instructing an internal martial arts exchange session. His disciples had already left, leaving the entire venue empty except for the sound of his footsteps and the ticking of the electronic clock on the wall.

Shao Henian raised his hand and rubbed his sore shoulders. At the age of thirty, his Bajiquan skills were already highly proficient, but two hours of continuous demonstrations of moves still left him somewhat tired.

He is the vice president of the Hong Kong Bajiquan Association. His "Tiger Climbing the Mountain" technique is well-known in the martial arts circle. He won a gold medal in the Southeast Asian martial arts championship when he was young. Although he has faded from the competition, his combat ability is still top-notch in the Hong Kong martial arts world.

He strode toward the security door, the sound echoing crisply, particularly clear in the silent venue.

Just as he was about to step out of the safety door, Feng Yuxiu appeared from behind the door like a ghost and landed silently on the edge of the arena.

Shao Henian suddenly stopped in his tracks, his muscles tensing instantly. His right hand instinctively protected his chest, while his left hand gripped the boxing gloves at his waist.

Those were genuine leather boxing gloves he had just worn off after instructing his apprentice, the edges of which were already worn shiny.

He looked up and saw Feng Yuxiu wearing a faded black tracksuit, thin but unusually tall, with a black mask on his face, revealing only his eyes.

What kind of eyes are those?
Shao Henian's heart sank suddenly.

There was no emotional fluctuation, like two bottomless ancient wells, or two sharp blades hidden in their sheaths. Although they did not deliberately release their aura, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

He had only felt this kind of oppressive feeling from a few martial arts masters he had met when he was young. But how could this person in front of him, who looked to be only in his thirties, have such a profound foundation?
"Who are you?" Shao Henian's voice was deep and powerful, carrying the composure unique to Bajiquan martial artists.

Instead of rushing forward, he slowly took half a step back, adjusting his body to the best defensive posture, with his feet shoulder-width apart and his knees slightly bent, which is the basic stance of Bajiquan, the Two Elements Stance.

He could sense that the person in front of him was no good, and that he had come with ill intentions.

Feng Yuxiu did not answer, but slowly raised his right hand and pointed to the arena. The action was simple and direct, but it carried an undeniable provocation.

Shao Henian frowned. He had been a prominent figure in Hong Kong's martial arts world for decades, and apart from those senior figures who had long since retired, no one had ever dared to challenge him so brazenly.

Moreover, judging from their posture, they were clearly prepared.

“I haven’t fought with anyone in a long time,” Shao Henian said in a deep voice. “If you’re here to exchange martial arts techniques, you can find me at the Bajiquan Association tomorrow. Right now, you’re not welcome here.”

He didn't want to make a move here, firstly because the venue was spacious, and if a fight broke out, the damage would be immense.

Secondly, he was unsure of the other party's background, and making a hasty move could easily lead to losses.

Feng Yuxiu remained silent, but took steps and walked onto the arena.

His steps were slow, each step landing on the gaps in the solid wood of the ring, producing a dull thud that seemed to strike Shao Henian's heart.

As he approached, Shao Henian felt increasingly uneasy.

The opponent's breathing was extremely steady, even extremely weak, like that of an ordinary person who had not undergone any martial arts training.

But that faint sense of oppression was real, making him dare not be careless in the slightest.

"It seems you're determined to take action." Shao Henian took a deep breath, threw the coat draped over his arm on the ground, and cracked his knuckles.

Without further hesitation, he moved swiftly, leaping onto the stage like a tiger descending a mountain. The stage trembled slightly the moment his feet touched the ground.

He stood on the other side of the ring, facing Feng Yuxiu from a distance of about five meters.

"State your name. I, Shao Henian, do not lay a hand on nobodies." Shao Henian's gaze was fixed on the other party, his tone carrying a hint of sternness.

He could sense that his opponent's stance was strange; it was neither a stance from any particular school nor a typical fighting posture. It was as if he was just standing there casually, yet he was impeccable.

This feeling made him increasingly uncertain. Feng Yuxiu finally spoke, "We'll talk after we win. I know you, Shao Henian, Bajiquan, Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain."

His words were concise, without any unnecessary words, and every word clearly reached Shao Henian's ears.

Shao Henian said frankly, "Since you want to challenge me, then I will grant your request. However, let me make this clear beforehand: fists and feet have no eyes. Once we start fighting, if you get injured or maimed, you will bear the consequences yourself."

He wasn't afraid of trouble, he just didn't want to get into trouble because of a random duel.

Feng Yuxiu nodded slightly in response.

He slowly raised his hands, assuming a strange starting stance.

Left hand in front, right hand behind, palms down, arms slightly bent, neither like a fist nor a palm, more like a casual pose.

Upon seeing this, Shao Henian was even more puzzled. What kind of move was this? He had never seen it in any martial arts manual or in actual combat.

At this moment, Feng Yuxiu was tightly sealing his strength within his body.

He deliberately sealed off his internal energy and most of his combat experience, retaining only basic fist and foot skills and a keen perception of martial arts, thus reducing his strength to a level comparable to Shao Henian's.

"Watch out!" Shao Henian shouted in a low voice, launching the first attack.

He understood the principle of striking first. Bajiquan emphasizes hard fighting and unrestrained attacks. Once he made a move, it was like a raging storm, continuous and relentless.

He swayed, his right foot slammed into the ground, and his body shot towards Feng Yuxiu like a cannonball. His right fist clenched, accompanied by a whistling sound, aimed straight for Feng Yuxiu's face.

He only used 60% of his strength in this punch, partly to test his opponent's strength and partly to leave himself some room to maneuver.

Despite Shao Henian's powerful punch, Feng Yuxiu's eyes remained calm and unwavering.

Just as the fist was about to hit his face, he suddenly swerved to the left, as agile as a willow leaf in the wind, easily avoiding the punch.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, his fingertips grazing Shao Henian's glove, aiming straight for Shao Henian's wrist.

What a great speed!

Shao Henian was startled.

He could sense that the other party's movements, though seemingly slow, were actually lightning fast, and the timing was perfect, hitting him just as his old strength had been depleted and his new strength had not yet been generated.

Without a second thought, he flicked his wrist to avoid Feng Yuxiu's fingertips, and at the same time, he clenched his left fist and punched Feng Yuxiu in the ribs.

This punch was delivered from a tricky angle and with tremendous force; it was a classic counter-attack move in Bajiquan called "Heart-Piercing Strike from the Ribs."

Feng Yuxiu seemed to have anticipated this, leaning back slightly while raising his right foot and lightly touching Shao Henian's wrist with his toe.

His movements were light, yet they carried a subtle force, causing Shao Henian's fist to involuntarily deviate in direction.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Yuxiu's left foot lashed out like a whip, kicking Shao Henian's knee.

This seemingly ordinary kick contained extremely precise judgment, striking precisely the weak point of Shao Henian's knee.

Shao Henian inwardly cried out in alarm and hurriedly withdrew his left foot, while simultaneously stepping back to increase the distance between himself and Feng Yuxiu.

He looked down at his wrist; the spot where Yu Xiu's toe had struck him was now tingling.

"Good skills."

Shao Henian said sincerely that he had now put aside his contempt and regarded Feng Yuxiu as a true opponent.

Feng Yuxiu didn't speak, but slightly adjusted his stance, still maintaining that strange starting position.

He could sense that Shao Henian's Bajiquan was indeed as good as its reputation, with its powerful and fierce style, rigorous moves, and every move carried an indomitable momentum.

This pure martial arts clash stirred a long-lost sense of excitement within him.

However... he had to remind Shao Henian.

Feng Yuxiu spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and resolute, "Kung Fu... is a killing technique. I hope you won't hold back from now on. Otherwise, you will die here."

Shao Henian took a deep breath and launched another attack.

This time, he held nothing back and unleashed the full power of Bajiquan.

"A fierce tiger climbs the mountain!"

He let out a low shout, his body suddenly rising higher, his fists striking Feng Yuxiu's head and chest simultaneously like the claws of a tiger.

This move is one of the core techniques of Bajiquan. It is powerful and unstoppable. If an ordinary martial artist is hit by it, he will either die or be crippled.

Faced with Shao Henian's all-out attack, Feng Yuxiu's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation.

He could feel that the force contained in that punch was extremely terrifying; if he were hit head-on, even he would suffer.

But instead of dodging, he suddenly lowered his body and crossed his hands in front of his chest to take the punch from Shao Henian.

"Oh!"

A deep, resounding thud echoed through the empty arena, making the solid wood floor of the ring vibrate and hum.

Shao Henian's fists landed solidly on Feng Yuxiu's arms. He could feel that the other's arms were as hard as steel, and his own fists felt like they had hit an iron plate, making his tiger's mouth go numb.

Feng Yuxiu only swayed slightly before regaining his footing.

"What?" Shao Henian was shocked.

He used all his strength in that punch; even a steel plate would have been dented by it. Yet Feng Yuxiu caught it with just his arms and appeared completely unharmed.

Such defensive capabilities are simply unbelievable.

Feng Yuxiu nodded to himself.

Shao Henian's strength was indeed fierce. Even though he had sealed off most of his power, he still struggled to receive that punch.

He could feel the force coming from his arm like a continuous tide, trying to break through his defenses.

Without hesitation, he suddenly jerked his arms, and a rebounding force emanated from his arms, knocking Shao Henian's fist away.

At the same time, his body sprang up like a spring, his right fist aimed straight at Shao Henian's chest.

This punch, though seemingly ordinary, carried a peculiar rhythm, leaving Shao Henian with no way to dodge it.

He could feel that his body was locked by an invisible force, and no matter which direction he dodged, he could not avoid the punch.

Left with no other choice, he could only raise his arms again to protect his chest.

"Oh!"

There was another loud noise.

This time, it was Shao Henian's turn to retreat. He took three steps back before regaining his balance, a dull pain shooting through his chest, his blood churning.

He looked up at Feng Yuxiu, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

His opponent's punches weren't as powerful as his, but every strike was perfectly timed, as if he could see through all of his moves and always launched an attack at the most crucial moment.

"Your moves are strange." Shao Henian took a breath and said in a deep voice, "They don't resemble any particular school of boxing, yet they possess a mysterious charm. Just who are you?"

Feng Yuxiu still did not answer, but simply assumed the starting stance again.

"Kung Fu is a killing technique. If you keep talking so much, tonight will be the day you die."

"If you lose, I will kill you." (End of Chapter)