I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 51: Super Helmet Man

If someone with the physique of this fat guy were to really hit you with one of his wrench blows, even Wang Longhu wouldn’t fare well.

In an instant, Wang Longhu executed a half-capture maneuver, precisely seizing the fat man’s wrist. At the same time, he forcefully pushed his arm aside while advancing with a Beng Fist, striking the fat man’s massive belly.

Ancient generals all had broad shoulders and stout waists, with big bellies not fixated on modern fitness muscle but still capable of formidable combat on the battlefield.

The reason lies in the ancient belief that a general needs ’a face like a swallow, a neck like a tiger, a back like a tiger, a waist like a bear, and the capacity to fly and eat meat, marking him as a lookout over a thousand miles,’ referring to a neck as thick as a tiger’s, a robust build, valuing size and strength over sheer muscle.

The term "broad and thick" was originally a compliment in ancient times, referring to the five ’big’—large hands, large feet, large ears, broad shoulders, large buttocks—and the three ’thick’—thick waist, thick legs, thick neck.

Such a physique enabled a general to unleash combat abilities far exceeding that of regular soldiers on the battlefield.

Ancient military officers commonly had big bellies, but their general’s belly was entirely different from the beer belly of modern society’s men; it appeared large but was actually ’muscles wrapped in fat,’ possessing great combat strength and endurance.

In real combat, increasing weight and stamina is what truly enhances combat power, while training for defined muscles poses no cost-effectiveness, being merely aesthetically pleasing.

Anyone who hangs around places like this certainly isn’t just fat without capacity.

Wang Longhu instinctively used the Beng Fist from Five Elements Fist, which can harm internal organs, whereas most Xingyi Boxing martial artists can only injure externally with their Beng Fist, unable to cause internal damage.

Though Wang Longhu has practiced martial arts for a short period, his proficiency in Xingyi Boxing cannot be judged by ordinary standards, having reached a level of mastery.

Receiving a punch from Wang Longhu, the fat guy felt a severe gut-wrenching pain, immediately pitching backward and crashing into a dozen paint cans piled against the wall, clutching his stomach and vomiting stomach fluids in agony.

This is because Wang Longhu’s current skill level isn’t deep enough; had he practiced to the Huajin level, this punch would have embedded the fat guy against the wall for a second or two, just like a hanging painting.

Knowing he has cultivated Ming Jin, meaning any casual punch contains no less than six hundred pounds of force, Wang Longhu typically refrains from striking ordinary people lightly.

Otherwise, an inadvertent punch to a vulnerable spot on an ordinary person’s body could very well send them to the afterlife on the spot.

But under the pressing circumstances, Wang Longhu couldn’t be concerned with that anymore.

Two fists can’t take on four hands, let alone considering the nature of these people’s work; when pushed, they’re bound to strike fatal blows, so Wang Longhu still needed to be cautious.

The fat man’s shout naturally caught everyone’s attention in the workshop outside the door instantly.

Aware that his cover was blown, Wang Longhu no longer hid and walked straight out.

Observing this helmeted figure with an indistinguishable appearance, everyone in the workshop appeared momentarily stunned.

What was this supposed to be? Playing the role of a superhero?

Only Lin Haitao, who was aware of the situation, wore a somewhat complex expression. There were over a dozen people on the scene; Wang Longhu just brazenly walked out—what did he plan to do?

Thinking of Yip Man reborn, did he plan to take on ten people at once?

"What do you mean, your friend? Let someone sneak in here?" The fat man on the sofa glanced at Wang Longhu, speaking mildly but silently clenching his fists.

He stood up and waved his hand: "Capture them, this place is no longer safe, take them to another location."

Upon hearing this, his accomplices nearby immediately picked up iron pipes and hammers, heading toward Wang Longhu.

Completely surrounded, being simultaneously attacked by over a dozen people would be fatal even for a world boxing champion.

Wang Longhu took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm, slightly bending his legs and assuming a San Ti stance on the spot.

Before anyone else could take the lead, Wang Longhu decisively opted for the initiative.

Targeting the person closest to him, Wang Longhu stepped forward with his left leg, executing a Cannon Fist straight toward the opponent’s face.

That person instinctively tried to dodge sideways, and as Wang Longhu’s fist grazed past his ear, he shifted from fist to a claw, reaching out with a backhand grab.

"Ah!"

Such tremendous strength in Wang Longhu’s hands; caught off guard, the person’s face was instantly ripped with four bloody streaks, causing tears of pain to flow immediately.

The dual-hand techniques in Martial Arts essentially comprise fist, palm, hook, and claw, the four hand forms, with claw technique divided into Dragon Claw and Eagle Claw.

Dragon Claw specializes in grabbing and holding, with powerful five-finger grips capable of tearing flesh from bone, grasping bone to split pattern.

Eagle Claw excels in scraping and grabbing; the five fingers are razor-sharp, strikes are fierce, always resulting in visible blood.

Taking advantage of the man’s cry of pain, Wang Longhu kneed him in the abdomen, following with an elbow strike to the head, swiftly taking the opponent down.

No time even to catch a breath, Wang Longhu pressed on toward his next target, unleashing a rapid barrage of punches, as quick as lightning, with the force of exploding shells.

The man simply couldn’t withstand such a ferocious assault from a Ming Jin expert like Wang Longhu, spitting blood on receiving three punches and collapsing unconscious on the spot.

Seeing Wang Longhu with his back turned, one person quickly raised the iron pipe in his hand, swinging it toward his back. Wang Longhu spotted it, promptly ducked on the spot, using his legs to clamp onto the person’s leg and pulling sharply, causing the man to lose balance and fall to the ground.

Wang Longhu pushed himself off with his arms, springing up with momentum, delivering a downward kick like a battle axe to the person’s chest, then followed up by kicking them across the ground.

In just a few seconds, Wang Longhu neatly took down three people, stunning the others around who were still planning to attack.

The fat guy with the gold necklace was the first to react, urgently shouting: "What the hell are you scared of? Just because he can fight doesn’t mean anything, get on him together. Whoever gets taken down one-on-one like an idiot won’t have their medical bills covered by me."

This group was not to be underestimated; after considering this, they gritted their teeth and all moved to encircle Wang Longhu decisively.

Clenching his fists, Wang Longhu knew that the head is the most fragile part of a human body; even a Ming Jin expert taking a hard blow to the head would lose the ability to fight.

The only silver lining was that Wang Longhu was wearing a helmet, so he didn’t have to worry too much about being sucker-punched.

Being surrounded and attacked in such a confined space meant that even a master couldn’t avoid being hit while focusing on a single target.

Wang Longhu unleashed a high kick, sending the first person flying, but immediately took a blow to the back from another attacker.

Even with his robust physique, Wang Longhu couldn’t help but feel the intense pain in his back. Seeing another person swing an iron rod at him from the side, he spun away deftly and countered with a spinning whip punch to the face. freewёbnoνel-com

The person’s head shook violently, a few teeth flew out as their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed lifelessly on the ground.

Move fast, he had to take down his enemies even faster.

Ignoring his own pain, Wang Longhu pursued another target, grabbing their arm and hammering them with three consecutive Cannon Fists, eliciting a cracking sound from the opponent’s body; their expression immediately contorted.

Bam!

An iron pipe smashed down heavily on Wang Longhu’s helmet; he responded with a high whip kick, causing the assailant, who had tried to ambush him from behind, to bleed from the ear canal and writhe on the ground clutching their head.

Precise strikes, stable execution, accurate hits.

At that moment, the true essence of Martial Arts was vividly displayed by Wang Longhu.

In less than two minutes, aside from Wang Longhu, there wasn’t anyone left standing unscathed on the premises.

"Damn, this helmet guards against strikes but not shock," shaking his head, Wang Longhu cursed a bit dizzily from under his helmet.

The next moment, he directed his gaze toward the final remaining fat man.

If it weren’t for Ye Yuanpei, Wang Longhu reckoned he would never have crossed paths with such people in his lifetime.

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