Gao Wu Da Qin: You don't want your secret to be known, do you?

After Chapter 4, if you cause trouble, just don't mention your master.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class, and the students dispersed in a flurry.

In the vast martial arts training ground, only Qin Feng and Zhang Beihai remained.

Zhang Beihai paced in front of Qin Feng without saying a word.

Qin Feng stared at Zhang Beihai, thinking to himself, "My teacher said he would teach me real skills, but what exactly are real skills? Are they his special martial arts techniques?"

Speaking of martial arts, one has to mention that the prices of martial arts manuals are truly outrageous.

In this era, martial arts manuals are extremely precious. Even the most common ones start at three figures, some of the higher-end ones cost four figures, and the best ones start at five figures.

For a family like Qin Feng's, which is considered a second-class citizen, the actual living expenses for a month are only a mere two thousand yuan. Qin Feng's family simply cannot afford to buy martial arts manuals.

But if the teacher is willing to teach me some martial arts secrets, that would be a freebie, which would be excellent!

Zhang Beihai spoke up, "You are the student who has made the most astonishing progress in all my years of teaching! Given time, if your energy and blood can continue to improve, your future prospects are limitless!"

Qin Feng said, "Thank you for your praise, teacher."

"Don't be so happy yet!" Zhang Beihai sized up Qin Feng. "A high starting point also means more hardships and more enemies. You'll encounter more enemies along the way than an average person would meet in a lifetime!"

"Therefore, you need to understand one thing first: being alive is the foundation of everything!"

Qin Feng repeated, "Is living the foundation of everything?"

Zhang Beikai asked, "What kind of person do you consider a strong person to be?"

Qin Feng pondered the traditional martial arts masters on the mountain and blurted out, "Wise, serene, calm, gentle and knowledgeable, indifferent to fame and fortune..."

"Enough!" Zhang Beihai interrupted Qin Feng. "These outdated values ​​of the so-called 'strong' need to be discarded immediately! They are not true strongmen!"

Qin Feng asked, "Then, what kind of person does the teacher consider a strong person to be?"

Zhang Beikai, "maintains a daily fitness routine, possesses abundant legal knowledge, understands the art of feigning weakness to lure the enemy, and will stop at nothing to defeat his enemies! He'll even kick someone's balls with his pointed leather shoes!"

Qin Feng listened to Zhang Beihai's words with a strange feeling. "Working out is to become stronger, legal knowledge is to reduce one's own crime, and playing hard to get is to fight back for justice, I can understand all of that. But kicking someone's balls, is that considered martial arts?"

Zhang Beikai said, "How can it not count? The essence of martial arts is to defeat others with violence, regardless of the method used. Are you suggesting we talk about fairness and morality with our enemies?"

"With lightning speed, I unleash a groin kick, striking the opponent squarely in the groin. A low, powerful stance, a double whammy! I ask you, if I kicked you in the balls, would you still be able to fight me?"

"When I'm in a fight, I have only one principle: I'd rather see a judge than a forensic doctor!"

I'd rather see the judge than the forensic doctor!

I would rather commit murder and be a criminal than let someone else kill me!

Is this the essence of a retired special agent from a major Qin dynasty department?

The fact that the teacher has been a formidable force on the battlefield for so many years and still managed to retire unscathed proves that his philosophy of martial arts is a very correct and successful one!

Qin Feng realized at this moment that this was an unparalleled wealth of social martial arts experience. What his teacher taught him was the real skill that would allow him to soar in the world of martial arts!

Qin Feng bowed respectfully, "Please teach me your true skills, teacher!"

Zhang Beihai looked at Qin Feng with a hint of smugness in his eyes and said leisurely, "I will naturally teach you the real skills, but before I teach you the real skills, you must swear an oath!"

Qin Feng said, "Please enlighten me, teacher!"

Zhang Beihai said, "If you cause trouble in the future, you're not allowed to tell your master!"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment. What was this? A disclaimer?

Zhangbei Kaido, "I swear!"

Qin Feng could only raise his hand to the sky, "I, Qin Feng, swear that if I ever cause trouble in the future, I will never reveal my teacher, Zhang Beihai! If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning!"

Hearing this, Zhang Beihai nodded in satisfaction. "Good, now I can rest assured! After all, the martial arts I'm going to teach you are all real, hard-earned skills, not the fancy moves you see on TV! Sit tight!"

"The martial arts I teach have a name of their own: Cyber ​​Martial Arts - Unrestricted Combat Special Forces!"

Qin Feng repeated, "Cyber ​​Martial Arts - Unrestricted Combat Special Forces? That's a mouthful!"

"It's a bit of a mouthful. 🏆♤ ➅➈ˢ𝓱Ữ𝓧.c𝑜м ☯♗" Zhang Beikai said, "But that's not the point! The point is that this name already encompasses the three characteristics of my martial art!"

"The first characteristic is cyberpunk, hardcore!"

"The second characteristic is that it has an infinite upper limit and an infinite lower limit!"

"The third characteristic is special combat, employing unconventional methods!"

"This martial art is very different from the traditional Shaolin Temple's Great Capturing Hand and Wudang's Ladder Cloud Leap."

"It doesn't target enhancing a person's physical abilities, but rather their combat mindset!"

"I believe that physical skills are relatively easy to improve; the difficult part is one's fighting mindset. Once someone's fighting mindset is established, even if they later learn truly extraordinary skills, they will still end up mediocre!"

Qin Feng nodded, "Teacher is absolutely right!"

Zhang Beihai continued, "I'm just explaining the theory to you. I doubt you can really grasp the profoundness of this martial art. So, let me give you an example, a real example that I experienced."

"That happened many years ago. One night, I received a challenge letter from my arch-rival. He wanted to have a 1v1 open match with me! He wanted to beat me to death in the ring!"

"Guess what I did in this situation?"

Qin Feng racked his brains, "Did the teacher bring a gun during the competition?"

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Zhang Beihai, unusually, gave him a thumbs-up and said, "Not bad, not bad, you're showing some ideas about unrestricted combat, but your idea is wrong!"

"First, within the Great Qin Empire, private fights and possession of firearms are strictly prohibited. Possession of firearms is illegal! You may have the idea of ​​carrying a gun, but you really cannot carry one, or you'll be putting yourself in jail."

"Secondly! Think about it, in a public competition, if you bring a gun to fight someone one-on-one, you won't even be able to get through security. Bringing a gun to such an occasion is not feasible."

Qin Feng listened to his teacher's earnest analysis, filled with admiration. "So, how did you deal with it back then, teacher?"

Zhang Beikaido: "Back in my day, I was quite famous in the underworld. People called me the 'Fearless Martial Arts Egg'! Some even called me Bakugan Boy!"

"The main tactic is to use the groin! The typical move is to spit accurately into the opponent's eyes, and while they're wiping their eyes, finish them off with a groin kick!"

"This kind of combat lasts no more than three seconds, but the effect is excellent!"

"For this reason, I specifically bought a bottle of sepsis infection pills and kept them in my mouth. If I ever went on a match, I would spit them out, and the sepsis-laden pills in my saliva would directly enter the opponent's body, causing rapid myocardial necrosis!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng felt a deep sense of fear.

Holy crap, teacher, you're so damn cunning!

Poison in saliva? Holy crap, I never even thought of that!

Also, teacher, how did you manage not to get poisoned?

But Zhang Beihai, lost in his past memories, said slowly and deliberately, "But later I gave up on that idea because my opponent's lightness skill was extremely impressive, and his movement was excellent. It would be too difficult to hit him with spit!"

"So, I used a relatively safe and reliable strategy!"

Qin Feng asked curiously, "What move?"

Zhang Beihai said with great enthusiasm, "I prepared two dump trucks. Then, on a narrow, secluded street where he left his house, I used one dump truck to block the road in front, and then had the other dump truck run right over him!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng could already fully imagine how the other party would die!

Two dump trucks collided!

The inevitable outcome will be a scene of hero shards scattered everywhere.

Zhang Beihai continued, "From then on, no one asked me to fight in open tournaments anymore. We mostly challenged each other to fights in private, but that's what I liked most—private fights!"

"Of course, many people also criticize me for lacking martial ethics and the integrity that a martial artist should have."

"But Mr. Zhang doesn't see it that way!"

"First of all, what is martial virtue?"

"Martial ethics is the basic morality of a martial artist, but in my view, since I've already told you I'm into unrestricted combat, my martial ethics mean that if I can ambush you, I'll never fight head-on! If I can use underhanded tactics, I'll never fight fair and square! If I can gang up on you, I'll never fight one-on-one! If I can use weapons, I'll never fight bare-handed!"

"The first rule of no-holds-barred fighting is: don't be ashamed, don't care about saving face!"

"Remember this: only the winners have the right to talk about face! The losers, the dead, have no right to talk about face!"

"To master unrestricted combat, you must first learn two technologies: weaponry and criminal law!"

"The Qin Dynasty has a very comprehensive system of punishments, the kind that can send any martial artist to prison for life! By studying law, you'll know when to retaliate passively, so you can launch unlimited counterattacks and avoid being criticized later!"

"The second point is about weaponry. When choosing weapons, you should try to select tools that look ordinary but are surprisingly lethal. Here I must point out that something as conspicuous as a kitchen knife has limited lethality. Don't always think about using such a foolish weapon; it's a big target and easily attracts attention. Instead, carry a pair of scissors or a wrench! You can say you like to trim your nails with scissors, or that you're a repairman with a wrench. No one will think these are weapons!"

"Of course, battles are unpredictable. Not every battle will be fought just for you; it could be an encounter or an ambush!"

"If you encounter an ambush where the enemy is stronger than you, you must decisively admit defeat, lie on the ground to preserve your strength, and wait until they laugh loudly before suddenly standing up, stabbing them in the groin with scissors, and then running away!"

"Remember this: you can only kill once. A second time isn't a righteous act. If you retaliate excessively, you're a murderer, and you'll go to jail. You must understand this!"

"..."

As night fell and the martial arts hall grew dark, a young man's twisted and abnormal worldview began to take shape.

(End of this chapter)