Chapter 496 Martial Arts Overwhelms
"We're targeting two types of people: high-risk monsters and martial artists who break the law."
"How big is the staff?" Liu Xiangdong asked.
"The entire brigade has 934 people, divided into three companies, each with 311 people; the companies are further divided into 10 squads, each with 31 people—all selected from the best of the best in the active duty forces," Zhong Guohong said.
"When ordinary soldiers encounter martial artists, they are basically on the receiving end of a one-sided beating," Liu Xiangdong said, frowning.
"Then let the soldiers transform into martial artists, and then, further refine them into war gods among martial artists." Zhong Guohong's lips curled up.
"You really can push an ordinary person to the pinnacle of war god?" Liu Xiangdong's pupils contracted slightly.
"Liu Ting," Zhong Guohong called softly.
Sitting to the side, Liu Ting immediately took out a wooden box from her handbag, stood up and handed it to Liu Xiangdong.
"This box of thousand-year-old willow heartwood is a small token of my appreciation for Director Liu," Zhong Guohong said with a gentle smile.
"A thousand-year-old willow heart?!" Liu Xiangdong's voice suddenly rose.
This is considered the finest among the essences of herbs and plants, and its use is extremely simple—simply break the shell and drink all the juice inside.
The medicine is mild and gentle, without being harsh or strong, and there is absolutely no risk of violent backlash or any subsequent harm.
Liu Xiangdong remained silent for three seconds, his fingertips not moving, but he had already made up his mind: to give it to Jia Yi.
"Director Liu, is there a problem?" Zhong Guohong asked.
"I want to leave it to Jia Yi," Liu Xiangdong said bluntly.
"I've already prepared his share," Chung Kwok-hung said with a confident smile.
"Then I won't refuse." Liu Xiangdong exerted force in his palm, and with a "crack," he broke open the outer shell, releasing a clear and refreshing fragrance. He tilted his head back and drank it all. In just a moment, his blood and qi surged like a tide, and his aura steadily rose, settling firmly at the peak of the God of War level.
Zhong Guohong gestured to Liu Ting to take out a stack of exam papers—this was the first hurdle for the Butcher's Brigade.
Seven days later, more than 8,000 officers and soldiers gathered at the camp.
Chung Kuo-hung arrived by car, gave a brief speech on stage, and then ordered everyone to sprint around the track at maximum speed.
One lap, two laps... more than twenty minutes passed, and people began to collapse, kneel, and stagger away from the field.
Those who faint will be kept; those who feign unconsciousness will be expelled; those who shirk their duties and slack off will be eliminated.
In less than an hour and a half, 934 people stood in the field, their foreheads sweating and their backs straight.
"One serving per person, finish it, and keep running," Chung Kwok-hung said in a voice as firm as iron.
On the day of the selection, he had already ordered someone to prepare a special medicinal soup.
More refined formulas and the thousand-year-old willow heart can wait—for now, let's lay a solid foundation.
Born into this world of swallowing stars, and bearing the name of the Chinese people, we must do something that is deeply ingrained in our flesh and blood.
Driving the monsters out of China's territory is not just a slogan, but a duty ingrained in our very being.
Everyone tilted their heads back and drank the medicine soup, their steps unwavering and their breathing steady.
The subtle medicinal properties of the soup quietly seep into the meridians and internal organs, forging the body inch by inch.
More than an hour later, Chung Kwok-hung waved, and 934 people jumped into the makeshift swimming pool in unison.
The pool contains a concentrated slurry of Grade 3, Level 10 medicinal bath mixed with hot water, which is more potent and substantial than Grade 1, Level 3 medicinal liquid.
"No one is allowed to come out without my permission." His voice was low, but every word struck with force.
The pool was small, with more than 900 people crammed inside, shoulder to shoulder and back to back, the water rippling gently.
At 4:00 PM sharp, the Hunyuan Zhuang Mind Method was personally taught by Zhong Guohong.
That evening, he drove back home, had dinner with his parents, and then went home with Liu Ting.
The next morning at eight o'clock, he reappeared at the camp and began teaching Xingyi Quan.
Xiao Bai once searched online for famous martial arts techniques such as the Nine-fold Thunder Blade and the World-Destroying Spear Technique.
Zhong Guohong flipped through it several times, shook his head and sneered: "Those online are far less solid than orthodox Chinese martial arts."
The so-called "nine layers" of the Nine-Layer Thunder Blade are nothing more than stacking power by increasing speed—the initial move is deliberately slowed down, just to build up power for the subsequent move to explode.
But once you reach your maximum speed, how can you allow the next move to be even faster? To put it bluntly, you use the initial delay to create a false sense of power later on.
Chinese martial arts are profound and extensive, yet they are often criticized for being "mediocre." The root cause is not the techniques themselves, but rather the weakness of the practitioners.
In his previous life, spanning four thousand nine hundred years, he cultivated the "Realm of Strength" in Chinese martial arts to the pinnacle of Gang Jin.
Once the Gang Jin (罡劲) is formed, Gang Qi (罡气) will naturally arise within the body.
Formless and shapeless, it can protect the whole body like an indestructible golden bell, and can also breathe air from a distance to injure the enemy from several feet away.
The Ming Jin, An Jin, Hua Jin, Dan Jin, and Gang Jin techniques alone in Chinese martial arts far surpass the Nine-fold Thunder Blade.
It relies on sacrificing the speed of the first few moves to stack up subsequent moves—this method is indeed effective when the opponent is slower than you; but once the opponent is just as fast as you, a head-on fight is simply asking for trouble.
The Ninefold Thunder Blade attacks become faster and faster as they progress: the first strike is the slowest, the second strike is slightly faster, the third strike is even faster... and it is not until the ninth strike that the attack truly explodes.
Even the fastest strike cannot match the speed of a single, full-force attack.
After all, the first eight cuts had already drained his strength, leaving him with little energy for follow-up.
If two equally skilled individuals were to engage in a real fight, with one charging forward at full speed while the other was still carefully timing their ninth strike, they would have been sent flying by a single punch, kicked down, and killed on the spot—there was no time for the other to slowly build up their power.
Only when you are significantly faster than your opponent will the Ninefold Thunder Blade have a chance of survival.
In Zhong Guohong's eyes, this sword technique was specifically designed to crush the weak.
The hidden force in Chinese martial arts is completely different: it leaves no visible wounds, but cracks the inside, penetrates the skin and bones, and is impossible to defend against.
Once the Ming Jin (manifest strength) is mastered, the muscles, bones, qi, and blood throughout the body are twisted into one, allowing one to reach peak strength with a single strike.
When one's internal energy is fully developed, one's power is unrestrained, as hard as cast iron and as soft as flowing water.
When the Dan Jin (energy) is fully developed, the energy flows endlessly like a round elixir. Wherever the mind goes, the whole body can exert force, and the strength of the body's protection is more than doubled.
When one reaches the pinnacle of internal strength, a unique internal energy arises within the body. This energy is formless and intangible, yet incredibly sharp and powerful, capable of injuring people from several meters away.
Are the masters of Chinese martial arts throughout history really no match for the warriors in "Swallowed Star"?
With equal physical abilities, a grandmaster can easily sweep away dozens of warriors.
It's not that traditional Chinese martial arts are bad; it's that the people who practiced it in the past had too weak a foundation!
The daily routine of the Butcher's Squad is extremely simple: in the morning, they stand in Hunyuan stance and practice Xingyi Quan; in the afternoon, each person drinks a bowl of medicinal soup, followed by a full-speed sprint and repeated Xingyi Quan practice; after work, they soak in a medicinal bath, and after dinner, they stand in stance for several hours again.
Chung Kwok-hung is the head instructor of this team, with three assistants.
If he is not in the camp, the training will continue to be conducted by the other three.
After leaving the camp, Chung Kwok-hung drove straight into the wilderness area.
The official vehicle provided by the Armed Forces Administration was really inadequate, so he took the opportunity to replace it with a light-speed armored vehicle.
The satellites in the sky were already firmly in Xiaobai's grasp.
After wandering around the wilderness for more than two hours, he turned his car around and drove back to Sunshine Community.
The light-speed armored vehicle, measuring 15 meters long, 9 meters wide, and 6 meters high, landed steadily on the lawn outside the villa.
The "Xuyang" spacecraft is too big, occupying a villa of over 1,800 square meters, and there isn't even a designated docking spot.
Liu Xiangdong arrived in less than half an hour.
"Director Liu," Zhong Guohong greeted him with a smile.
"Where did this vehicle come from?" Liu Xiangdong stared at the armored vehicle, blinking intently.
"Found it in the suburbs, dropped by aliens." Chung Kwok-hung said without changing his expression.