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

Shao Henian took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his heart.

He knew he could no longer remain passively defensive; he had to take the initiative and find the opponent's weaknesses.

With a swift movement, he charged towards Feng Yuxiu once more. This time, he did not use his full strength, but instead constantly changed his moves, sometimes using his fists, sometimes his palms, and sometimes his elbows, integrating various Bajiquan techniques and attacking Feng Yuxiu with fluid grace.

"Bajiquan, Mountain-Leaning Technique!"

Shao Henian suddenly moved close to Feng Yuxiu, slamming his shoulder into Feng Yuxiu's chest.

This move is a close-quarters combat technique in Bajiquan, which uses the body's strength to make an impact, and is extremely powerful.

He knew that his opponent's martial arts skills were extremely refined, and it would be difficult to defeat him from a distance. Only by fighting in close combat could he bring out his own advantages.

A hint of approval flashed in Feng Yuxiu's eyes.

Shao Henian has a strong ability to adapt and can quickly identify his own strengths and the weaknesses of his opponents.

Facing Shao Henian's leaning shoulder, he did not dodge, but instead slightly shifted his body to the side and reached out with his right hand to grab Shao Henian's shoulder.

His movements were swift and precise, like an eagle's claw, firmly locking onto Shao Henian's shoulder.

Shao Henian was startled and tried to break free, but found that the other person's hand was as firm as an iron clamp, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.

At the same time, he could feel the other person's fingertips pressing on the acupoints on his shoulder. A tingling and numb sensation came from his shoulder, causing his arm to instantly lose its strength.

"not good!"

Shao Henian cursed inwardly and hurriedly used his knee to push against Feng Yuxiu's abdomen.

This was his last resort for counterattack. If this move was countered by the opponent, he would be completely on the defensive.

Feng Yuxiu seemed to have anticipated this, and his left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Shao Henian's knee.

His hands were like two iron clamps, locking Shao Henian's shoulders and knees respectively, making Shao Henian unable to move.

Shao Henian's body was fixed in place, and an anxious expression appeared on his face.

He could sense that his opponent's strength wasn't great, yet they always managed to precisely target his vital points, preventing him from unleashing his full potential.

"What exactly do you want?" Shao Henian asked in a deep voice, his tone tinged with resentment.

He knew he had already lost; his opponent was far stronger than him and had been holding back, otherwise he wouldn't have lasted this long.

Feng Yuxiu didn't speak, but slowly released his hands, took two steps back, and resumed his starting stance.

His meaning was clear: he wanted to continue fighting.

Shao Henian took a deep breath and moved his numb shoulders and knees.

He knew that the other party was playing a trick on him, but he was helpless.

The opponent was far too strong. His techniques, speed, and strength were all superior to his, and his understanding of martial arts was also far greater.

But he was a successor of Bajiquan, and his unyielding spirit was his martial arts dignity.

"Alright! Since you want to fight, then I'll fight you to the end!" Shao Henian shouted and charged at Feng Yuxiu again.

This time, he disregarded life and death and unleashed all the Bajiquan moves he had learned in his life without reservation.

The fists howled, the palms danced, the elbows struck like thunder, and the knees pounded like lightning; every move carried an air of fearlessness in the face of death.

Feng Yuxiu's expression finally turned serious.

He could sense that Shao Henian's moves had gained an indomitable sharpness, which greatly increased the power of his moves and made his attacks more unpredictable.

He no longer held back, releasing a fraction of his sealed power, boosting both his speed and strength to a new level.

The two engaged in a fierce battle on the ring, each punch landing hard and each palm strike sending gusts of wind through the air.

The dull thuds echoed through the empty arena, and the solid wood floor of the ring creaked under their footsteps, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Shao Henian's moves were fierce and domineering, like a tiger descending the mountain.

Feng Yuxiu's moves were agile and graceful, like a leisurely stroll. They seemed casual, but he could always deflect Shao Henian's attacks at the most crucial moment and launch a fatal counterattack.

"Oh!"

Shao Henian's fist struck Feng Yuxiu's arm again, and this time, he could feel the other's arm tremble slightly.

He was overjoyed, thinking he had found a weakness in his opponent, and he increased the force of his blow, striking Feng Yuxiu's arm.

Ke Fengyu simply shifted his body slightly to the side, dodging his fist, while his right hand shot out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Shao Henian's throat.

Shao Henian was shocked and quickly retreated to avoid the fatal blow.

But he was a beat too slow, and Feng Yuxiu's fingertips brushed against his throat, causing a sharp pain.

"Cough cough..."

Shao Henian coughed violently, a burning pain shooting through his throat.

He knew that the other party had shown mercy, otherwise he would be a corpse by now.

Feng Yuxiu looked at Shao Henian, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He could sense that Shao Henian's martial arts will was very firm; even in dire straits, he did not give up.

This spirit reminded him of his original aspiration in cultivating martial arts in his previous life.

He slowly withdrew his moves, stood still, and looked at Shao Henian.

"You won," Shao Henian said, panting heavily, his voice hoarse.

He knew he had lost completely; he was far inferior to his opponent in both technique and willpower.

Feng Yuxiu stood there, staring intently at Shao Henian.

In fact, Shao Henian was different from other martial arts masters; he was pure.

The power of this internal martial arts technique gave Feng Yuxiu a profound sense of exhilaration.

"It's a pity... the era of martial arts masters should have ended, you've seen my face."

Feng Yuxiu's body began to tremble as Shao Henian watched in shock, his joints cracking and popping.

His aura instantly returned to its peak.

Feng Yuxiu's gaze remained fixed on Shao Henian. "Want to know what real martial arts are? Watch closely..."

The next second, the Monkey Strike Technique erupted instantly.

Shao Henian's pupils contracted, and his eyes suddenly widened.

A burst of light erupted from Feng Yuxiu's body, and he roared and suppressed like an ancient, ferocious white ape.

In an instant, Shao Henian felt a numbness throughout his body, and his neck turned straight upside down.

As endless darkness swept in, Shao Henian still harbored deep confusion.

"Who is he?"

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"Inspector Liao, this is no ordinary brawl. The dead are three top martial arts masters."

Inside the Criminal Investigation Division of the Action Team, a woman in her mid-twenties stared at Liao Zhizhong, arguing vehemently.

Liao Zhizhong frowned, looking at the team leader across the table. "Lu Xuanxin, aren't you making a big fuss over nothing? Isn't it normal for these gangs to fight these days? It's already better now. Decades ago, these gangs were a cancer."

"A few gang members died, and no one reported it. Where did this martial arts master come from? What era is this? You were just promoted to captain of the action team, and I know you want to pull off a few cases. But in this case, it's just a regular gang fight."

Liao Zhizhong stood up, picked up his coffee, and took a sip. "You should focus your attention on the internal changes within Hung Hing. Now that such a big thing has happened to Hung Hing, with the Crown Prince dead, there must be some internal changes. Let's see what kind of trouble they're up to."

"But……"

"This is an order." Liao Zhizhong looked displeased.

Lu Xuanxin bit her lip. "Yes."

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“This is definitely a case targeting the martial arts world…the dead are all martial arts people…according to the martial arts masters in Hung Hing…Tam King Yiu and Shao Hok Nian are dead…and there’s also Wang Zhe…” “Wang Zhe has disappeared; it seems he also met with misfortune.”

"Who exactly is targeting these martial arts masters? Inspector Liao doesn't believe me... There aren't many in Hong Kong who can kill these masters... Wait a minute."

Lu Xuanxin suddenly widened her eyes, "I've got it!"

She grabbed the coffee from the table and rushed out, saying, "Xiao Li, keep an eye on things for me."

"Inspector Lu, we still have cases to solve."

"I'll be back."

Lu Xuanxin rushed out of the investigation team, went all the way to the parking lot, and sped off with a throttle.

"He definitely knows! He definitely knows about things in the martial arts world!"

We finally stopped at a martial arts school, with a few ancient characters on the plaque above it.

"Foshan Heyimen Branch!"

Where is your curator?

Lu Xuanxin rushed in, and the martial arts students stopped when they saw her. "Sister Lu, our master is upstairs."

"Xiahou Wu, come out."

Lu Xuanxin quickly went up and casually called out.

Two figures slowly walked out of the second-floor corridor.

A man dressed in a black Tang suit, with a buzz cut and bright, piercing eyes.

Standing next to him was a woman wearing a strapless short-sleeved top, with a classic beauty and an extremely toned figure.

Xiahou Wu and his junior sister Shan Ying.

Both of them were the heads of the Heyi Sect, a martial arts school that emphasizes punches first, then kicks, followed by grappling, and finally weapons, working from the outside in and achieving harmony between man and nature.

Xiahou Wu had already reached the state of harmony between man and nature, while his junior sister Shan Yingze was slightly inferior, only at the level of fancy moves.

In the martial arts world, the levels of masters are generally distinguished as: apprentice, master, acquired master, innate master, grandmaster, and great grandmaster.

In terms of martial arts skills, they are divided into: beginner, one against many, fancy moves, skillful and powerful, grappling and striking in one, harmony between man and nature, mastery of weapons, and internal and external harmony.

Therefore, Xiahou Wu was considered an absolute master in the martial arts world.

The Shao Henian whom Feng Yuxiu killed was barely at the level of mastering the art of grappling and striking; he was far from achieving the unity of heaven and man.

As for Feng Yuxiu's full-blown burst of power, it was merely a display of divine skill in weaponry. He had never witnessed the simultaneous internal and external energy.

Perhaps it occurred during the great martial arts boom of the Republic of China era, but even Huo Yuanjia back then didn't reach this level.

"Officer Lu, what brings you here today? Even though I'm your police force's martial arts instructor, this isn't the time for special training, is it?"

Xiahou Wu made a joke and waved for Shan Ying to open the door.

Dan Ying opened the door with a smile, went inside, and started pouring water.

Other sects, such as Yongchun, have already become more commercialized. Under the watchful eyes of Xiahou Wu and Shan Ying, Heyi Sect is cooperating with the government.

They also avoided being eliminated by the tide of the times.

The three sat down, and Lu Xuanxin didn't waste any words and said directly, "Something has happened, something has happened within Hung Hing."

Xiahou Wu was taken aback. "Officer Lu, I don't get involved in gang matters or your action team's affairs. I'm just a martial artist..."

"That's what you police said at the beginning too. I don't get involved in martial arts conflicts."

Xiahou Wu was very clear about the current state of the martial arts world. Under the crushing force of the times, all these martial arts masters had emerged.

In order to avoid being left behind by the times, they must ride the wave of progress.

Use your status as a martial arts master to fight for a bright future.

"Those who weren't part of a gang, Wang Zhe, Shao Henian, Tan Jingyao... they're all dead."

"All three died within two days. Wang Zhe disappeared and is most likely dead... Shao Henian died in his own gymnasium... Tan Jingyao died in the parking lot of the Prince Hotel."

Xiahou Wu's expression turned serious. "Are there any other dead people?"

"The Crown Prince is also dead."

"No, I mean, are there still people who die in the martial arts world?"

Lu Xuanxin shook her head. "No, Liao Sir said it was just a fight between gangs. But three well-known martial arts masters have been killed repeatedly... I don't think it's that simple. Someone is targeting your martial arts world."

Xiahou Wu fell silent, his heart heavy.

Who could kill these three masters in a short time? Although they weren't top-tier masters, ordinary martial arts experts were no match for them.

"I want to see their bodies."

There are many people in the martial arts world, and no matter how many have died, Xiahou Wu still thinks it's all the same.

But these three are different. It wouldn't matter if any one of them died, but all three of them died at the same time in a short period of time.

This is different.

Capturing Wang Zhe, leg skills by Tan Jingyao, internal strength by Shao Henian.

The martial arts masters representing the three schools were killed one by one, and this order made Xiahou Wu realize that something was amiss.

To challenge and prove oneself.

This was the only result he could think of, but now he had to go and see the corpse of the dead master to see just how strong the challenger really was.

Lu Xuanxin nodded, "No problem, but Wang Zhe's body can't be found. It's probably been disposed of by the Hung Hing people. We don't have any evidence either... The other two are in the morgue. We need to hurry."

"Let's go now. Junior sister, you watch the door."

Shan Ying nodded.

Xiahou Wu and Lu Xuanxin hurriedly walked out of the martial arts hall. At the entrance, a figure calmly watched them and then walked in.

Xiahou Wu slightly turned his head and quickly glanced at the person. His gaze seemed to slow down as he watched the figure walk inside.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xuanxin asked, seeing Xiahou Wu stop.

"Nothing, let's go."

Xiahou Wu withdrew his gaze; he still felt that the person from earlier was rather strange.

The two drove away from the neighborhood at high speed.

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Inside the He Yi Men Martial Arts School.

Feng Yuxiu calmly gazed at the students practicing martial arts around him, his eyes scanning the circle with great interest.

He had just seen Xiahou Wu and Lu Xuanxin; he hadn't expected the two of them to still be entangled together.

"Hello, what can I do?"

A gentle voice sounded from Feng Yuxiu's side.

Feng Yuxiu slowly turned around, revealing a smile as he stared at Shan Ying.

"I'm here to learn martial arts."

Dan Ying paused for a moment, then looked Feng Yuxiu up and down. "No problem, please come upstairs."

Learning martial arts in Hong Kong is very expensive. Besides collaborating with the action team to train police officers' physical fitness, martial arts schools rely heavily on recruiting students for funding.

Seeing such a student seeking apprenticeship, Shan Ying was naturally very happy.

Feng Yuxiu smiled slightly, his eyes fixed on Shan Ying's rear end as he followed.

[Single Ying] (End of this chapter)