The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 122 Making a Havoc in the Martial Arts Arena
"son!"

Huaquan champion Buting stood up suddenly, his face changed drastically!

He hurriedly leaped over the crowd and onto the martial arts arena.

Holding his son who was gushing blood, he glanced at his son's right arm injury, his face was pale.

The meridians shrank, the muscles and bones were shattered by the dark force, and the blood flow continued.

"My son—"

His eyes turned red in an instant, he hastily pointed to the wound, and sealed the blood vessels with great strength.

Immediately, he suddenly raised his head and glared at Feng Ji: "The revenge of the wounded son is irreconcilable, boy, I will fight with you!"

He stood up suddenly, and everyone present was in an uproar.

"Bu Sanye is about to make a move!"

"Who is this young man? He actually broke the arm of Mr. Bu's son with one move!"

"What a terrible power!"

"When did such a master emerge in the capital?"

"Third Lord Bu is one of the four mountains in the capital. He hasn't made a move for three years. This time, I'm afraid it will be a battle between dragons and tigers."

……

Tan Sitong quickly looked at Wang Wu, and asked, "Brother Feng, is everything okay?"

Wang Wu had a strange look on his face, and he was a little speechless when he heard what the people in his ears said about the fight between dragons and tigers.

Hearing Tan Sitong also ask the same question, he couldn't help sighing: "Brother Tan, you underestimate my brother too much. If this flower boxing champion can catch my brother's punch without dying, even if my brother keeps his hand."

"What?" Tan Sitong exclaimed in disbelief.

He also practiced kung fu, and it was the first time he heard such an evaluation from Wang Wukou.

But having practiced kung fu does not mean that he is very good.

Right now, Tan Sitong naturally couldn't see the horror of Feng Ji's punch just now.

Wang Wu sighed: "My brother's punch just now has reached the level of strength."

"what!"

Tan Sitong was shocked instantly. No one could see the power of that punch, but he knew what Huajin meant.

There are only a handful of masters in the world, and even Wang Wu is only at the level of dark energy.

At such a young age, Feng Ji has already turned into strength?
At this moment, not only Tan Sitong was shocked, but also Prince Yi's pupils constricted, and his body shrank back subconsciously.

Immediately he realized something, and immediately asked Yuan Shikai beside him: "Has the Musketeers come?"

Yuan Shikai's expression was shocked, and he stared at Feng Ji on the ring. He couldn't believe that this person was actually a master of Huajin!

How stupid that I still look down on this person!
Huajin masters are already at the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts, even Ouchi, there are not many Huajin masters.

As far as he knew, there wasn't a single master of Huajin in the four mountains of the capital!

The real Huajin masters don't look down on these fame and wealth at all, and they are all chasing the rumored alchemy realm.

How old is this Feng Jicai?Already a master of Huajin?
"Yuan Xiangcheng?!"

"Yuan Shikai!"

Prince Yi called out three times in a row, and Yuan Shikai suddenly came back to his senses.

"what?"

Prince Yi frowned: "Let me ask you, is the musketeer team here?"

Yuan Shikai's heart skipped a beat. Looking at Prince Yi's gloomy face, he immediately understood, and quickly said in a low voice: "I didn't come, the capital is an important place. There is no military order, so you can't call the gun team."

Prince Yi's heart sank suddenly, he looked at Feng Ji below, and asked: "If he assassinates me, can you protect me?"

"This... my lord, Feng Ji is the president of the Strong Martial Arts Association, with a patriotic heart, sincere and pious, how could he assassinate the lord?"

"I asked if you could stop him?!" Prince Yi asked.

Yuan Shikai felt helpless all of a sudden, a master of Huajin, who can stop him?
When he didn't speak, Prince Yi already understood, his face was extremely ugly.

"There is such a vicious lunatic in the capital, why not put him under strict surveillance?"

Yuan Shikai was speechless, how could he know that this person is so powerful.

"I have neglected my duty, please forgive me, my lord."

"Hmph, I see that you are too close to the reformers, and you have forgotten the position of governor of the new army. Who gave it to you!"

Yuan Shikai bowed his head immediately, expressing his loyalty.

"Go call the Musketeers."

"Yes."

At this moment, Yuan Shikai didn't dare to delay any more, so he quickly called his adjutant Tao An over, whispered a few words in a low voice, Tao An's expression changed slightly, he looked at Wang Wu's side, and quickly turned and left.

On the side of the ring, the Jap boxing champion Sakamoto, who had been slacking off all this time, suddenly sat up the moment Feng Ji punched, and fixed his eyes on Feng Ji.

"すごい战法だ! (What a powerful fist!)"

"Who is that? (Who is he?)"

Sakamoto turned his head and looked at the interpreter beside him.

The translator looked embarrassed, shook his head and said, "Master Sakamoto, this person has not given his name."

"Hahaha, among the cowardly people of the Qing Dynasty, there is such a master? Interesting!"

"There is an old saying in China, the masters are among the people, Sakamoto-sama, the Huaquan champion has already made a move, who do you think will win?" The interpreter laughed.

Sakamoto grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said in broken Chinese: "Enter the dragon! But... the one who wins in the end will only be me!"

The translator repeatedly smiled: "Of course, of course."

Everyone in the audience has different thoughts, and the battle on the stage has already begun.

Huaquan champion Bu Sanye helped his son down, stared at Feng Ji with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Your Excellency is fierce in your moves, and you have no martial arts skills. Today, Bumou will teach you a lesson for your teacher. Report to the teacher!"

Feng Ji looked at him and only asked, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Going to the ring, of course it's a martial arts competition!"

"Idiot, you are just a monkey jumping up and down in the eyes of the prince of Manqing. He needs to use such a ring to save the court's defeat in the Sino-Japanese War. You idiot can't see this clearly, and you are willing to be used by others." ?!"

Feng Ji pointed at him: "Get out now, I don't want to talk nonsense with you, I want to argue with Prince Yi today, and tear his hypocritical face off."

Bu Sanye's face was livid: "You are so brave, you dare to say it, my lord?"

Feng Ji sneered: "He is also a prince here in the capital. After leaving the capital, who will take care of him? How much has he been thrown away by this group of trash?"

"Get off!"

Feng Ji shouted sharply, and his momentum exploded instantly!

The terrifying coercion swept across the scene, buting's whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, his hands and feet were instantly numb and cold!
"murderous look?!"

Buting's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed drastically.

How many people have to be killed to condense this murderous aura that is as substantial as it is?
Is the person in front of you really just a martial artist?
He struggled in his heart and wanted to make a move, but his blood was suppressed by the murderous aura, and he was unable to move.

His heart was cold, and he immediately understood that the gap between himself and Feng Ji was too great.

With his mouth trembling, he turned his head to look at Prince Yi.

But seeing Prince Yi looking at him expressionlessly, Buting's heart trembled, knowing that he couldn't do without a fight.

At that moment, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, trying to regain his senses from the influence of murderous intent, pumped up his blood, and sternly shouted: "Ah——"

With a roar, he jumped up and kicked with a flying kick.

Feng Ji couldn't help shaking his head, his figure flashed, and everyone felt that Feng Ji's figure was lost.

The next moment, Feng Ji had appeared behind Buting.

He didn't even react, and was still looking around for Feng Ji.

Suddenly, the back of the head was in severe pain, and Feng Ji grabbed the money rattail!
Feng Ji raised his head, looked at Prince Yi, and said with a sneer, "The defeat in the Jiawu period is not due to the common people and soldiers, but to the princes in the court!"

boom!
Feng Ji pulled his braids violently, and Bu San Ye immediately slammed into Prince Yi like a meat bomb.

Prince Yi suddenly turned pale with shock, stood up suddenly and shouted: "Stop him!"

Yuan Shikai immediately stood in front of Prince Yi, blocking him.

The rest of the officers and soldiers also reacted and stood in front of them one after another.

Bang!
The buting was like a cannonball, and Feng Ji smashed it into the crowd, and the officers and soldiers immediately turned on their backs.

Yuan Shikai was also caught off guard, and was knocked back by this huge force.

Prince Yi was furious, and shouted: "Bold, bold and lunatic! Come, come! Grab him, catch him!"

When Feng Ji heard this, he finally didn't want to bear it anymore.

He grinned grimly: "I have long thought that you, the dog prince, are not pleasing to the eye!"

"I'll kill you today, and I'll see if you, the Manqing dog, will continue to daydream in this capital!"

The next moment, he jumped up and roared into the crowd.

This scene immediately frightened all the nobles to turn pale with fright.

The officers and soldiers rushed to stop Feng Ji.

Feng Ji punched casually, and with a bang, the head of an officer and soldier exploded.

There was another shoulder bump, and several officers and soldiers broke their bones and flew out backwards.

He doesn't have a weapon, but his fists and feet are the strongest weapons.

But seeing his five fingers pinched into tiger claws, crossing them vertically and horizontally, tearing the air, and scratching the flesh and blood.

Before him, no one could stand alive.

In less than three breaths of effort, he had already reached the vicinity of Prince Yi.

Prince Yi's face turned pale in an instant, without the arrogance of a prince, he was so frightened that he kept backing away and screaming.

"Come on! Come on! There is an assassin! Stop him!"

Yuan Shikai took advantage of the chaos and kept retreating, not daring to really stop Feng Ji.

He shouted across the crowd: "Feng Ji! Don't be impulsive, you have made a big mistake today, and you will implicate Fifth Brother!"

Feng Ji laughed wildly: "Fifth brother, do you still want to give your life to this Qing dog? Kill them all and follow me to the south!"

Wang Wu, who was still hesitating in the arena, suddenly raised his head, and the image of Liu Yongfu's old tears flashed in his mind.

"Wang Wu, do you know that the Black Banner Army is my life's painstaking effort? The court is weak, and even my Black Banner Army is unwilling to stay, forcing me to fight in Annan. Can the Qing Dynasty be saved? Can China be saved?"

"Let's go, take them away, the farther you go, the better, don't sacrifice in vain, keep your useful body, and fight for China in the future!"

Wang Wu raised his head suddenly: "I can't kill the enemy's head...I can't kill the enemy's head!"

"Fifth brother! Don't be impulsive!"

Tan Sitong stopped Wang Wu and urged him eagerly.

Wang Wu turned his head to look at Tan Sitong, and he pressed Tan Sitong's palm hard, just like his determination at this time.

"Brother Tan, Feng Ji is right. The imperial court is corrupt and unbearable. It is useless to rely on them to save China from danger!"

"Fifth brother! We are all trying to find a way out for the country. Teacher Kang and the others are all working hard, we are all working hard, don't make fearless sacrifices, foreigners are the enemy, why should we fight our own people? "

Wang Wu shook his head: "Man Qing never regarded us as his own."

"Dorgon ordered the people all over the world to shave their heads in order to sweep away the backbone of the Han people, leaving behind humiliating money rattails. Back then, he kept his hair and did not leave anyone behind. The Manchu thieves even massacred the city!"

"He thought they broke the backbone of the Han people and broke our ambition, but I tell you, it's impossible!"

"I, Wang Wu, am a Han! I will always be strong!"

"They can kneel down to foreigners and bow their heads to foreigners. We Han people don't agree!"

"The Manchus can hand over my Han family's rivers and mountains to foreigners and to the Japanese. We Han people don't agree!"

Wang Wu's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his will became firmer the more he spoke!
He was already dissatisfied with the cowardice of the imperial court and dissatisfied with the running dogs of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

In the first half of his life, he robbed the rich and helped the poor a lot, and secretly killed some dog officials.

I just met people like Tan Sitong and was moved by their reformist ideas.

I was moved by such a group of people who wanted to save themselves.

But this does not mean that he appreciates this rotten Manchu Dynasty!
"Fifth brother!" Tan Sitong was anxious.

However, at the next moment, Wang Wu pushed Tan Sitong away, tipped his toes, and struck with a single sword.

He jumped up and laughed wildly: "You can't drink the wine in the glass, you can't kill the enemy's head, hahaha..."

Puff puff……

The heads of the officers and soldiers who surrounded and killed them all fell off.

Wang Wu ran all the way, heading directly towards the Japanese!

Devil boxing champion Sakamoto suddenly looked up, pulled out a long and narrow saber, and shouted in Japanese: "Good time!"

clang clang...

The two clashed instantly, and the knives collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Feng Ji burst out laughing when he saw this scene.

He threw away an officer and soldier with one hand, and grabbed the pale Prince Yi.

At this moment, a figure stopped in front of Feng Ji, the palm of the visitor came violently, and the air exploded.

Bang!
This palm hit Feng Ji's tiger claw.

The next moment, the palm snapped and broke.

The person who came came let out a painful murmur, and hurriedly backed away.

Feng Ji looked at this person, and couldn't help grinning: "Ao Bai, the magic hand..."

Aobai's palms trembled, and he tried his best to circulate his Qi and blood, resisting the Huajin that Feng Ji hit when his palms collided.

However, Huajin is different from dark energy, it contains bright energy, that is to say, this strength contains both dark energy and softness, and bright energy that bursts violently.

The immediate effect was that when the two fought, Feng Ji's force was swallowed, and after entering his body, it was as silent as a dark force, instantly destroying the muscle meridians, and stagnating qi and blood.

But in the next moment, a terrifying bright energy will erupt from the dark energy, instantly bursting the muscles, bones, and flesh.

That's why Feng Ji crushed Master Bu's arm with one punch.

As soon as they fought, the palm of the divine hand Aobai was directly broken.

Only at this moment did he really realize how big the gap between him and the Huajin master was.

"Feng Ji, this is the capital. If you dare to touch the prince, I guarantee that you will not be able to get out of the capital!" Ao Bai put his severed hand behind his back and persuaded earnestly.

Feng Ji grinned: "Ho ho ho, let's try it? Look at this capital, who can keep me?"

"you--"

call--!
Before Aobai could speak, he punched Feng Ji head-on.

The wind of the fist roared, it seemed that his strength hadn't blown away, but Aobai didn't dare to catch the punch at all.

He dodged hastily, but Feng Ji didn't chase him at all.

The direction of the fist remained unchanged, and it crashed towards Prince Yi.

Seeing this, Aobai's expression changed drastically, he hurriedly grabbed a guard beside him, and slammed it at Feng Ji.

Bang!
The guard stood in front of Feng Ji's fist, his head burst instantly, and he couldn't even wail.

Feng Ji's face was splattered with blood, and he couldn't help grinning ferociously.

Seeing Prince Yi rolling and crawling, Feng Ji couldn't help laughing: "Prince Yi, your majestic prince, you only know how to crawl on the ground?"

"When foreigners come, do you also like this?"

"If the Manchu court is all trash like you, how can you fight foreigners?"

"No wonder you lost to the Japanese, a bunch of trash, trash!"

boom!
Feng Ji kicked, and the chair where Prince Yi was hiding exploded.

A broken wooden thorn pierced directly into his lungs, and blood flowed out.

Prince Yi screamed: "Ah - stop... this prince... this prince is a prince, you can't kill me, you can't kill me!"

"The queen mother will not spare you, you will be implicated by the nine clans..."

Feng Ji grinned, took a step forward, and stepped on Prince Yi's crotch.

Suddenly, there was a scream, and Prince Yi wailed in pain, and almost passed out from the pain.

"Punish my nine clans? Hahaha, I will let you die first!"

Feng Ji grabbed the braids at the back of his head and grinned: "You know? That is, your ancestors Dorgon and the others died early, otherwise I would have taken a needle and sewed his scalp full of Han Chinese hair!"

"You guys, who stole the Central Plains, don't know how to cherish them. Now that our Han family's great rivers and mountains are handed over to others, you are also worthy to rule the Central Plains?"

clack clack...

Feng Ji pressed his fingers hard, and his fingertips pierced into Prince Yi's scalp bit by bit, blood flowed out, the skull kept making crisp sounds, and slowly sank.

At this scene, the people nearby were shocked.

Aobai's face turned pale with fright, but he didn't dare to approach him at all.

A reckless officer and soldier rushed up and slashed at Feng Ji's back.

With a bang, the blade really landed on Feng Ji.

He was instantly ecstatic: "I hit it! I hit it!"

The others were also overjoyed, but the next moment, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

But I saw Feng Ji's clothes were torn, but there was no injury at all!

There was not even a mark left on the place where the knife was slashed!
Seeing this scene not far away, Aobai's heart trembled instantly.

"Horizontal practice..."

He is too familiar with this scene, his hands are made by practicing horizontally, they are comparable to swords!
It's just that he didn't expect that Feng Ji... was actually a master of horizontal training!
For a moment, he was desperate.

Prince Yi, I'm afraid...it's really hopeless!
At such a close distance, if a master of cross-training wants to kill someone, no one can stop him!

Unless... foreign guns!
Just when I thought of this idea, I heard a bang!
Aobai suddenly raised his head, suddenly ecstatic!
But not far away, Yuan Shikai rushed forward with a team of guns.

From a distance, Yuan Shikai had already fired a shot at Feng Ji!
At the same time Yuan Shikai shouted loudly: "Feng Ji, put down the prince, you are already surrounded!"

After all, he fired several shots into the air again!
Immediately, the surrounding chaos subsided, and everyone looked at Feng Ji and Wang Wu.

Wang Wu turned a deaf ear to it, and fought desperately with the Japanese boxing champion Sakamoto.

Yuan Shikai didn't bother Wang Wu either, but just stared at Feng Ji.

Prince Yi in Feng Ji's hand seemed to have seen a life-saving straw. He struggled violently and shouted: "The Musketeers are here! My King's Musketeers are here, traitor, let me go, let me go, or you will die!" If you can't get out of the capital, neither you nor your friends can get out!"

"My king promises, as long as you let me go, I can let you go."

Feng Ji laughed when he heard this.

"Why do you think a musket can keep me?"

"What? You..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Ji suddenly raised his five fingers vigorously, using Prince Yi as a meat shield, and kicked hard with his feet!
With a bang, the whole person rushed towards the gun team like a cannonball!

Yuan Shikai was shocked instantly!
(End of this chapter)