Less than half a month ago, Chen Changqing encountered a bloody battle on Wutong Street.

This was the closest he had ever come to death. First he was hit by a car, and then he fought with twenty or thirty people unarmed.

Although he is very strong, he is still made of flesh and blood.

One against ten?

Barely ok, but one against twenty or thirty, and that's when the opponent is holding a sharp blade?

Sorry, this is not something Chen Changqing can do, at least not at this stage.

In the process of breaking out, he suffered serious injuries, and the strenuous exercise caused his blood to boil, and his whole body had reached the edge of the red line. It was at this time that the owner of the milk tea shop stepped forward.

In less than 0.5 seconds, it spans more than ten meters.

One punch punched through the young and Dangerous boy's body, and killed more than a dozen young and Dangerous boys around him in the next few seconds. It was at that moment that Chen Changqing realized that the owner of the milk tea shop was very strong, as if he was not strong enough.

Like humans!

It was precisely because of this incident that Chen Changqing was full of curiosity about the owner of the milk tea shop.

Because according to the explanation given by Goldfinger, the current average physical attribute of men in the world is 1.0.

As a genius, Chen Yongren's mental attribute is 1.3 without being strengthened by violation points.

This is already genius for ordinary people.

But compared to the strength shown by the milk tea shop owner half a month ago, it can only be said that it pales in comparison.

It feels like the two sides are like two completely different dimensions.

You must know that even if Chen Changqing reaches the current limit, which is the limit of a primary life form with four-dimensional attributes of 3.0, it will be difficult for him to maintain a stable speed above 30 meters per second in a run-up and near-perfect running environment.

Not to mention punching through the human body with fists.

But the owner of the milk tea shop in front of me can do it.

At a certain moment, Chen Changqing even suspected that the other party was an alien.

"powerful?"

Looking at Chen Changqing's hot and curious eyes, the owner of the milk tea shop was silent for a moment. He stood up and shook his head:

"Wait a minute, I'll get something."

After a while, the milk tea shop owner came back with a two-foot-square mahogany box in his hand.

As the small copper lock on the box was opened, the owner of the milk tea shop asked Chen Changqing:

"Do you think I'm powerful?"

Chen Changqing nodded. Although less than half a month had passed, whenever he recalled the terrifying skills of the milk tea shop owner that evening, his eyes could not help but show a hint of shock:

"Yes, although your head is a bit heavy, the strength you showed at that time was simply inhuman!"

Chen Changqing's answer made the milk tea shop owner laugh.

However, his expression was a bit strange, and it was hard to tell whether it was pride or loneliness. When Chen Changqing wanted to take a closer look, the expression on the other person's face had already dissipated:

"Then I'll have a few chats with you. If you can listen, just listen. If you can't, just think I'm joking."

"As you can see, I am the owner of a milk tea shop, but I am actually also a martial arts practitioner. My surname is Hong, and my name is Hong Zhen. I am 58 years old. I have been studying martial arts since I was 6 years old, and I practice Hong Family Boxing.

Because of his good talent, he was already a third-rate master at the age of sixteen."

"See this?"

Chen Changqing's eyes flashed with confusion:

"fist?"

As he finished speaking, the owner of the milk tea shop punched out like lightning, and the casserole-sized fist landed directly on his forearm.

"Bang!" A dull sound.

At first, Chen Changqing's face was a little confused, but he soon realized the problem, because when the fist fell, the muscles under the skin of the milk tea shop owner's arm were as tight as steel.

Ordinary people can do this too.

One of the main functions of muscles is to tighten up when attacked, thereby acting as a buffer.

When Chen Changqing was hit by a car before, he only suffered minor injuries because his muscles were as tight as an inflated rubber ball at that moment, but the milk tea shop owner ignored it.

As he spoke, he opened the two-foot-square mahogany box next to him:

"You can't be hurt by punching or kicking. In that era, a third-rate master was already considered a good player."

"When I was seventeen, I got into trouble and ran away alone."

"It was still chaotic at that time. The bald eagle and the big bear were having serious quarrels. In addition, I was young and frivolous, and I also did some wrong things. I stayed in a daze for more than ten years. Fortunately, I made a breakthrough in my thirties."

There were not many things in the mahogany box. Hong Zhen took out a baton from it. He glanced at Chen Changqing:

"This thing is a bit harsh, mainly because I'm too lazy to find it. It should be a twenty-year-old pewter pole. In fact, the two are not much different. As long as I hold it tight in one breath, no matter how many people there are, they won't be able to hurt me at all."

Chen Changqing is familiar with the baton thing.

He was beaten a lot when he was in prison. Even though it looked like a layer of rubber on the outside, it was solid on the inside.

People who don't know how to use a baton can easily break people's bones, but when the baton falls with great force?

Just like before, the milk tea shop owner's muscles were like steel bars.

Not to mention hurting the bones, the muscles didn't even dent, it felt like a steel ball filled with air!

And glanced at the contents of the mahogany box?

Seemingly realizing something, Chen Changqing couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, with a bit of surprise in his eyes:

"Next, you won't be invulnerable, right?"

The owner of the milk tea shop nodded. As he spoke, he took out a sharp knife from inside. In Chen Changqing's frightened eyes with his scalp numb, the knife was broken like a biscuit:

"It's almost the same. It was quite chaotic in the 1970s. At that time, I fought from the east to the west of Wutong Street. After fighting in a circle, no one dared to come here to cause trouble."

Immediately, the owner of the milk tea shop took out the last thing from the mahogany box and raised his eyebrows:

"Do you know this thing?"

It was a revolver. With the pitch-black muzzle pointed at him, even though he knew that the other party could not shoot, Chen Changqing couldn't help but tense up, his body instinctively giving a warning.

You must know that at close range, even an old-fashioned revolver is enough to kill you:

"I know you. Although I don't know the model number, but..."

Before Chen Changqing could finish speaking, the owner of the milk tea shop waved a beautiful gunshot and pointed the muzzle of the gun at his own palm.

"boom!"

There was a huge roar, Chen Changqing's pupils shrank, and the irritating smell of gunpowder smoke was on the tip of his nose. This made him frown, and secretly cursed the other party as a madman, but his eyes were fixed on the back of the milk tea shop owner's hand.

His eyes were shining with excitement that was incomprehensible.

And as he opened his palm and looked at the bullet with a few traces of blood, the milk tea shop owner shook his head: "I'm getting older and it's no longer possible. I wouldn't see red so easily before."

Chen Changqing: "?"

I'm too old and can't do it anymore?

Boss, do you know what you are doing?

The physical body is resistant to bullets. If it were in a foreign country, it would probably be sliced ​​up and studied!

"Ding!"

He threw the bullet on the table casually, put the baton, the broken Kodachi, and the revolver in his hand back into the mahogany box. Hong Zhen shook his head mockingly, his tone calm as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

:

"I made a breakthrough in 1988, and now I am a martial arts master. In ancient times, I was considered half a god."

Looking at the twisted bullet head in front of him with a little blood stain on it, Chen Changqing was silent for a long time:

"Are you sure you're still human?"

"Don't think I can't hear it. You, a young boy, are scolding me for not being a human being."

Hong Zhen rolled his eyes, laughed and cursed, and then asked:

"Doesn't it feel great?"

Chen Changqing took a deep breath, with the shock still on his face: "Yes, it can withstand bullets. Although it is an old-fashioned revolver, it is too scary."

But the next moment, the owner of the milk tea shop slapped the table and roared in anger:

"You fart!"

"I started practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer when I was six years old. I have been practicing for forty-six years. I don't dare to slack off for a day. Do you know how long it would take an ordinary person to kill me?!"

A flash of embarrassment flashed in his eyes as he looked at the angry 58-year-old man in front of him.

Chen Changqing thought for a while, but finally did not dare to say it:

"have no idea."

Hong Zhen stared at him with a fierce look in his eyes and looked at him with a bad tone:

“I don’t know or I dare not tell!”

It feels vaguely familiar, as if I have said this sentence before?

Chen Changqing was not sure. He glanced at the milk tea shop owner secretly and tentatively gave him a number:

"Half an hour?"

Hong Zhen shook his head, his eyes changed suddenly, and his ferocious expression flashed with unwillingness and humiliation:

"No, just one shot!"

"The muzzle velocity of the revolver is 200-300 meters. The speed of any pistol can exceed the speed of sound, which is 340. The average speed of the rifle is more than 700 meters. The speed of the sniper rifle is more than three times the speed of sound, not to mention missiles. Intercontinental

Missiles and other terrifying high-tech weapons."

"I know what you're thinking, but the problem is that times have changed."

"Learning martial arts is an old thing that has been eliminated. There is no future in learning this."

After saying this, Chen Changqing could clearly feel the sadness in the tone of the 58-year-old martial arts master.

Hong Zhen is a martial arts master.

When talking about yourself before?

You can clearly feel the pride in his tone, especially in that sentence of "half a god."

Even if the tone is flat, one can hear the joy and pride of being a martial arts master, but as mentioned later - times have changed!

Now is the age of science and technology, and what everyone is talking about is cost and efficiency.

How long does it take for a pistol to go from raw materials to factory-new?

How long does it take for a new recruit to learn to master a firearm?

How much will the cost of a set of equipment for a new recruit be, and how much will the cost be reduced to when it is quantified?

Hong Zhen started practicing martial arts at the age of 6 and has been practicing martial arts for 52 years. All he can do is resist pistol bullets. What if it were replaced by a rifle or even a sniper rifle?

The most important thing is that Hong Zhen is a martial arts master. How many people from ancient times to the present can reach the height of a martial arts master?

This is just a talent requirement.

The cost of practicing martial arts is much higher than that of studying. First of all, you have to eat well, and then you have to buy medicinal materials regularly for supplements. Otherwise, your body will become exhausted due to martial arts training. Not all martial arts practitioners have the financial resources to do it.

support.

From the perspective of efficiency and cost, any random allocation of these resources will cause greater destructive power than Hong Zhen.

Martial arts is destined to be eliminated.

Nowadays, people practice martial arts mainly because they can become kung fu stars.

In a dozen years, when everyone understands that dancing, having a handsome face, and a little packaging is enough to become a star, the last living space of martial arts will also disappear.

There is no way, as the times progress and under the rolling wheel of history, martial arts is destined to be eliminated.

Hong Zhen had previously thought about letting Chen Changqing inherit his mantle.

But later he gave up because there was no future in practicing martial arts.

It wasn't until Chen Changqing came to him this time that Hong Zhen thought about accepting a disciple, but in the end he still pointed out the shortcomings of martial arts training.

It's not that he wants to say it, but anyone with a little bit of brain can figure it out.

What if Chen Changqing chooses to practice martial arts?

Hong Zhen is willing to give everything he has to teach you!

What if he doesn't want to learn?

Just like what he said at the beginning, if you don't hear it, just think it's a joke.
Chapter completed!