The Hoe-Swinging Old Feng

Old Feng is not only physically large, but also has an astonishing appetite.

Su Ziyang a big pot of stewed goose in an iron pot. I ate a few pieces of meat, some vegetables, and a few potstickers and steamed buns. I was basically full.

Old Feng devoured the remaining food on the table like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The remaining items on this table were as clean as if Li Yunlong had wiped out the enemy's position.

"Kid, this isn't enough. Yang Tianzheng can eat a lot too; didn't he whet your appetite?"

Su Ziyang knew what Old Feng meant by "appetizing"; in the local dialect, it was also called "opening up the appetite."

It's like the weight of a sumo wrestler; that's how it's built up.

This means gradually increasing your food intake in a planned way to gain weight and become stronger.

"No. Uncle, your arms are almost as thick as my calves. You're really strong."

Su Ziyang remarked that Old Feng's arms were thick, to which Old Feng chuckled, "Hey, they're useless. By the way, you're here. When you came before, your master and I sparred a bit. He hasn't been here for two years, and I'm getting a little itchy. Let's spar a bit later, as a digestive aid!"

Su Ziyang was stunned when Old Feng said those words.

His head was buzzing, and then Su Ziyang suddenly remembered the three sentences Yang Tianzheng said on the phone:

Delicious food, good drinks, and great hospitality.

So this is how they treated us to this last bit of hospitality.

Ask!

What would you do if someone with an arm circumference thicker than your calf slapped you?

Answer!

I will die on the spot.

Su Ziyang wants to die on the spot right now; is that even a thought that a human being could have?

Old Feng is about 1.85 meters tall, and judging by the size of his muscles, he probably weighs around 230 kilograms.

Su Ziyang looked at himself; he was a little over 1.7 meters tall and weighed 130 kilograms.

Even in a professional Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) match, these two aren't even in the same weight class; I'm at most a featherweight...

Old Feng understood Su Ziyang's meaning after Su Ziyang hesitated for a moment.

"Your master must have taught you that, right? Your master's Tai Chi Sanshou basically ignores differences in physical strength. Ordinary people can't get close to him."

Old Feng patted Su Ziyang's arm. "Come on, come on. Let's play in the park for a while. I want to see how your master's special skills work on you."

Su Ziyang was too embarrassed to say that he had only learned acupuncture from his master and had never learned Tai Chi Chuan.

The key is that I wanted to learn it myself. Yang Tianzheng didn't teach me either, saying that since I had already learned Baguazhang, learning Tai Chi Chuan would be too complicated.

According to them, if you practice a move ten thousand times, then you'll have a signature move.

Su Ziyang reluctantly followed Old Feng to the park. It was just lunchtime, and there weren't many people in the park.

The two found a sandpit to avoid falling and getting injured.

Although it was supposed to be a friendly spar, the punches and kicks were merciless, and Su Ziyang realized that Old Feng clearly wanted to find out his background and see how well he had learned from Yang Tianzheng.

However, what Old Feng hadn't anticipated was that Su Ziyang's skill wasn't learned from Yang Tianzheng.

Su Ziyang didn't know what kind of Old Feng practiced, but as soon as he stood still, Old Feng pounced on him.

With a gust of wind emanating from his arms and even his body, Su Ziyang knew that if they were to fight, he would be dead instantly.

He quickly stepped onto the Eight Trigrams) and twisted his waist to dodge the attack.

Of course, we're describing it in slow motion; in reality, the actual competition happens in the blink of an eye.

Su Ziyang dodged the attack with a single move, and at that moment he appeared behind Old Feng, creating an opening.

Old Feng was stunned when he missed his target. Just now, Su Ziyang's movements were as elusive as if he had slid behind him.

Su Ziyang extended both palms and struck out at Old Feng's lower back.

When you hit someone, you hit along the line of force. Su Ziyang's idea was that this push would disrupt Old Feng's balance and knock Old Feng down.

As it turned out, Su Ziyang did manage to hit him, but to his surprise, Old Feng's back felt like an iron plate, causing his hand to ache from the impact. Moreover, not only did he fail to move Old Feng, he himself was forced back two steps.

Old Feng turned around and looked at Su Ziyang with considerable surprise. "Oh? You didn't learn this skill from Yang Tianzheng, you must have been taught by another master. If I'm not mistaken, those two footwork movements just now were footwork from the Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm."

"Uncle Feng, you recognized me! What kind of kung fu do you practice?"

Su Ziyang took another step back, fearing that Old Feng might suddenly attack him again.

"I don't know any kung fu; I just swing a hoe a couple of times now and then."

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Feng lunged forward again.

Su Ziyang dodged it as easily as before, but this time Su Ziyang felt a little uneasy.

Old Feng just said about wielding a hoe wasn't modesty; it was him introducing himself.

Shaolin Xinyiba, also known as the Hoe and Mattock, can also be described as swinging a hoe.

Xinyiba can be said to be one with Zen and boxing. Its highest level is not only about practicing martial arts, but more importantly, about meditating on Zen.

Among martial arts practitioners, there's a saying that nothing is more deadly than the Xinyiba.

When Old Feng said those words, Su Ziyang didn't even want to compete anymore. This old guy had practiced Xin Yi Xinyiba his whole life, and now he wanted a little kid like him, who was still green on the path of martial arts, to compete with him. What was the point of competing?

Su Ziyang thought this to himself, but Old Feng clearly wasn't going to let Su Ziyang off the hook.

He swayed and rushed over again. When Su Ziyang saw that Old Feng was trying to test him seriously, he felt that if he surrendered now, Old Feng would be suffocated.

"Never mind. Come on, just go!"

Su Ziyang steeled his resolve, contracted all the muscles in his body, and unleashed his Golden Bell Shield and Golden Iron Cloth Shirt techniques.

Baguazhang emphasizes flexibility and adaptability, rather than brute force.

Seeing that Su Ziyang was serious, Old Feng suddenly threw a punch at Su Ziyang's chest. The punch looked powerful, but it was actually a feint.

If Su Ziyang can hide above, it will be harder to hide below.

Sure enough, as Su Ziyang shifted his upper body to the side, Old Feng's calf bounced towards Su Ziyang's lower abdomen like a spring.

"That old lamp is really bad."

Su Ziyang could only curse inwardly, but he dared not stop for a moment. Following the force of Old Feng's kick, he quickly retreated.

Having narrowly dodged a kick aimed at his lower abdomen, Su Ziyang knew he couldn't just stand still; simply defending without attacking wasn't a viable strategy.

With a flick of his wrists, Su Ziyang moved swiftly towards Old Feng, his feet barely touching the ground. Su Ziyang was skilled with both hands, one hand striking the groin and the other slapping the ear.

His two arms acted like a clamp, using a combined force.

When Old Feng saw that Su Ziyang was also resorting to underhanded tactics, he grinned and rushed into Su Ziyang's arms.

Su Ziyang didn't like Old Feng's tactics either, but he instinctively grabbed Old Feng's arm.

I already said that.

Old Feng always thought that Su Ziyang had learned the complete set of kung fu from Yang Tianzheng, but when he discovered that Su Ziyang was not practicing Tai Chi Chuan or Sanshou, he assumed that Su Ziyang's kung fu was learned from someone else.

After this back and forth, Old Feng was starting to lose some confidence in Su Ziyang.

But Su Ziyang grabbed Old Feng's arm, then twisted his waist and exerted force along with the force of Old Feng's close approach.

This is what is meant by "using four ounces to move a thousand pounds".

Old Feng was sent flying in a flash.

This was the move Yang Tianzheng usually used to throw himself, and Su Ziyang never expected that he would be able to use it himself.

Old Feng wasn't one to be trifled with either. He flew out, but didn't sit down. He swayed slightly before barely managing to regain his footing.

"Hey, Yang Tianzheng used this move to trip me up several times back in the day, and now his apprentice has learned it too!"

Old Feng was thrown from the sandpit to the roadside by Su Ziyang.

It's like Old Feng is standing with one foot in the sandpit and the other foot on the permeable bricks in the park.

After saying that, Old Feng stomped his foot, and the permeable brick beneath his feet was crushed into several pieces with a crack.

Su Ziyang's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He frowned, turned, and ran away.

Old Feng chased after Su Ziyang angrily, while Su Ziyang took out his phone from his pocket and made a video call to Yang Tianzheng.

Hey! What are you doing?

Yang Tianzheng was busy with something, covered in sweat, and shouted at Su Ziyang was running wildly in the video.

"Master, Master! Help! Your friend wanted to fight me, and when I threw him, he stomped on a brick and crushed it! It was terrifying, Master! Help! Help!"

Su Ziyang heard Old Feng's increasingly heavy breathing behind him, and he shouted loudly, attracting the attention of one or two people taking a stroll nearby.

"Stop, stop. I'm telling him."

Yang Tianzheng saw Old Feng chasing after him in Su Ziyang's camera lens and shouted helplessly into his phone.

"Master, I can't stop! He can't possibly kick me in the dirt, can he?"

Su Ziyang shouted into his phone while turning back to shout to Old Feng.

"Uncle Feng, stop! It's paused. My master wants to talk to you."

When Old Feng heard Yang Tianzheng speak, he actually stopped. When Su Ziyang saw Old Feng stop, he stopped as well.

"Uncle, please don't mess with me, I give up. I give up!"

Su Ziyang handed the phone to Old Feng and then moved about ten feet away. This distance was enough for him to hear their conversation clearly while also preventing Old Feng from launching a surprise attack, which would be considered unethical.

"Hey, Feng Erniu, are you crazy? How could you bully a child like that? I asked Su Ziyang to check on you, and you ended up hitting the kid instead."

Yang Tianzheng launched into a tirade of abuse.

Old Feng blushed and chuckled, "Hey, I was just checking to see how well you're teaching your apprentice. Brother Yang, my apprentice's amazing! He almost knocked me over with your special move when I wasn't looking."

"Stop it. You're hitting too hard. You'll hurt the child first."

Don't be fooled by how often Mr. Mengfei's masters tease and discipline Su Ziyang Su Ziyang. When it comes to protecting their own in front of outsiders, they are all fiercely protective of him, each one more so than the last.

Su Ziyang remembered that at the very beginning, a doctor said that Su Ziyang had not studied medicine for long enough to be qualified to comment on a disease.

That guy got a good scolding from Mr. Mengfei. In the end, the Mr. Mengfei couldn't win the argument and walked away with his head down. Mr. Mengfei patted Su Ziyang on the shoulder and said, "My apprentice, he dares to talk like that..."

Yang Tianzheng was the same; he got a scolding from Old Feng.

"Brother Yang, what you're saying is that he's your apprentice, so I'm half my apprentice. With our relationship, how could I possibly bully a kid?"

Old Feng smiled broadly and honestly, patting his chest as he confidently assured everyone he was speaking.

Seeing that the crisis had passed, Su Ziyang approached with a smile.

As it turns out, the world is a complex place, and experience matters.

As soon as Su Ziyang came closer, he was immediately grabbed by Old Feng's arm.

"Hey, Lao Yang, I can't beat you, but I can beat your little apprentice? Watch me flick him a few times on the head."

Old Feng chuckled and flicked Su Ziyang's head twice with his thumb.

Su Ziyang felt a burning pain on his scalp.

Su Ziyang struggled, but to no avail.

Su Ziyang felt that Old Feng's arm was like a pair of vises, clamping him tightly.

Of all the people Su Ziyang had ever met, in terms of sheer strength, only Master Bian stood out.

If Su Ziyang had known this would happen, he would have regretted not learning Master Bian's Thousand-Jin Art.

If I had Master Bian's strength, I wouldn't be stuck here like a little chick, unable to move.

"Hey Feng Erniu, are you fucking crazy? You're really petty. So what if he tripped you twice while you were guarding your master? Why did you hit him?"

Yang Tianzheng roared into the phone.

"Let me tell you, a son pays for his father's debts, and a disciple pays for his master's debts. I'll flick him on the head twice, and we'll be even."

They promised two flicks on the forehead, but Su Ziyang felt like he'd been hit at least seven or eight times.

Su Ziyang wanted to use underhanded tactics, trying to poke Old Feng's pressure points, but Old Feng's flesh was like an iron plate, and no matter what Su Ziyang did, he couldn't find the pulse.

"Absolutely amazing!!!"

Su Ziyang gave up the struggle in his heart.

"Feng Erniu, that's enough with the flicking. Next time we meet, you'll see how I deal with you."

Yang Tianzheng was also helpless, but he was too far away to help, and he had no other choice but to Yang Tianzheng.

Feng Erniu burst into laughter as he watched Yang Tianzheng's furious expression on his phone.

After hanging up the phone, Old Feng finally let go of Su Ziyang.

"Old Deng."

Su Ziyang glared angrily at Old Feng, cursing inwardly.

"Haha, what's wrong? Okay, okay. I just wanted to annoy Lao Yang. Don't mind it."

Old Feng shoved the phone into Su Ziyang's hand and laughed heartily.

"I... I'm speechless." Su Ziyang rolled his eyes at Old Feng: "You two should talk to him directly about your business. What kind of skill is it to bully me?"

"Hey, just teasing the kid. Okay, did it hurt? Let me show you!"

Knowing that Old Feng wouldn't hit him again, Su Ziyang sat down on a stone bench nearby.

He rubbed the bumps on his head that Old Feng had flicked out.

Old Feng walked over, rubbed his hands together with a smile, and then patted Su Ziyang's scalp.

The moment Old Feng's hand touched Su Ziyang's scalp, Su Ziyang felt as if his head had been burned by something.

Old Feng touched his head five times with his thick, calloused fingers.

Strangely enough, after Old Feng touched it, the burning bump suddenly stopped hurting, and when he touched it, the bump vanished into thin air...