The Out-of-Control Boxer

Beep!!!

Mo Xiaoyu honked the horn and slowed down slightly.

As the car drove down the hillside, a large area of modern buildings came into view.

Angular, white-walled rooftops, and concrete buildings of varying heights stretch outwards from the city center square along eight main roads.

Four ring roads intersect with the main roads, dividing the city's central area in a highly regular and symmetrical way.

However, let's look at the outskirts of the city.

It was observed that some residential areas jut outwards in large sections, and some housing developments created large bulges in the same area.

The Special Investigation Bureau's headquarters here is located on the outskirts of the city, in a large, irregularly shaped area.

Chu Tianshu had also visited several branches of the Special Investigation Bureau Division.

Some are set up like administrative compounds from the late 20th century, while others resemble high-tech companies.

The Northwest branch gives the first impression of being a training base for some kind of super soldiers.

As the car drove through the gate, Chu Tianshu looked to his right.

Dozens of meters away, there is a wire mesh wall that is four or five meters high.

On the other side of the barbed wire fence was a vast area of loose soil and sand.

Dust billowed everywhere, heavy objects started up, and the dull thud of them grinding against the ground was incessant.

Several tanks were speeding across the field.

Dozens of agile figures dressed in tight-fitting clothes darted and dodged, leaping and bounding like small animals in the desert.

These tanks are mostly medium tanks, weighing around 36 tons, and measuring 6 meters in length and 3 meters in width.

Originally about 2.7 meters tall, a strange honeycomb-like device was installed on top of the original hull and turret. Its silvery-white metallic color was completely different from the military green paint of the hull.

The overall height is now approximately 3.3 meters.

The car slowed down again once it entered the base.

Mo Xiaoyu also noticed that Chu Tianshu was interested in the training there, so she let him take his time to observe and offered a few explanations.

Some of the tanks that are phased out in China are modified and used in infrastructure projects, some are dismantled and recycled for raw materials, and some are displayed for tourism and education.

Many more will be used as experimental targets to test various new weapons.

Lin Chucheng ordered a batch of them to be used by these people in the Northwest for their daily training.

While also being used as target practice, these people would also make further modifications to abandoned tanks.

That honeycomb-like device is their modified product, but it's a rather shady modification.

The inside of the honeycomb actually didn't have much space to hold live ammunition; it was just filled with a bag of cinnabar talismans.

Once activated, red yin energy will be emitted from the honeycomb pores in all directions.

This yin energy appears as murky specks of light the size of red beans. It flies at extremely high speeds, and its continuous firing has little recoil, creating an astonishingly dense network of fire.

The amount of yin energy is too small to be harmful; even if it hits an ordinary person, it will not cause any damage.

But all of these people who were training had a talisman pasted on the Shangdu of their necks.

If you are struck by yin energy, the effects will be revealed when you examine the talisman afterwards.

Anyone hit by a bullet is considered to have died in training.

Training results will be linked to the overall score of their group.

Daily performance data is shared in real-time with other bases distributed throughout the Northwest region.

With a simple swipe of your phone, you can see your ranking for the day, making the competition extremely fierce.

Leave!!!

Just then, a sharp, eerie cry came from the training ground.

It was the honeycomb-like device that started up.

Numerous red dots appeared, like a torrential downpour, scattering wildly like popped beans.

The honeycomb device continued to rotate, and the tanks in different positions worked together to form a veritable net.

"This..."

Chu Tianshu scratched his left chin with his fingernail, showing interest but also some confusion.

"The mission in the Northwest is already very demanding, and with such high-intensity training in addition to regular training, won't it be detrimental to rest and recuperation?"

Tang Nu didn't seem to care. "As long as it's not a broken leg, people will feel better after some practice!"

Mo Xiaoyu chuckled.

"They also need to vent. Sometimes, mental health is more important than physical health."

Mo Xiaoyu said, "Of course, we have more medical team slots here, and the talismans attached to them also serve a monitoring function, so we won't really let them die from exhaustion during training."

Now that you put it that way, Chu Tianshu understood.

When he was suffering from a strange illness in the past, he also needed to vent.

At that time, he had poor sleep quality, so he dared not engage in high-intensity training, as the probability of sudden death would be too high.

Thump!!

A loud bang came from the training ground, and a tank in the southwest visibly shook.

The side armor of the vehicle body has a visible dent, roughly the shape of a handprint.

The red light on the top of the tank immediately went out.

But the burly man who struck out was instantly covered in red dots from other directions.

"Functions like the main gun are essentially just for show; they don't require human intervention. So these tanks are all computer-controlled, with dummies inside."

Mo Xiaoyu said, "To get a high score, you not only need to stay alive, but also destroy the internal dummies."

Tang Nu added, "Similar training also includes using off-road vehicles, motorcycles, and so on as vehicles."

"But those with greater flexibility and less defense are sometimes more likely to score high."

Chu Tianshu nodded slightly.

Tanks are indeed somewhat cumbersome. Cao Bokun initially acquired a batch of Renault tanks for easy and flexible deployment on the battlefield.

But that flexibility is only relative.

For experts of Chu Tianshu's caliber, a light and small tank like the Renault is actually crippled and useless.

The Cao Family naturally never mobilized such forces to participate in the war in the capital.

When Chu Tianshu first obtained intelligence from the Five Rampancies Sect, he even thought he could use the Nanhua True Interpretation to temporarily extract a large amount of steel energy, continuously destroy tanks, and display his divine power.

In the end, we didn't meet, and I felt a little regretful.

Tang Nu turned his head and saw Chu Tianshu's appearance. A thought struck him, "Mr. Chu, why don't you go and practice a bit too?"

"Never mind, never mind."

Chu Tianshu waved his hand.

What's the point of attacking your own tanks? There aren't any enemies inside those tanks.

Thump!!

Another loud bang echoed from the training ground.

The tank facing due west was also shaken by the impact, and the red lights on its top shrouded in holes went out.

Those were internal mannequins, and many of their structures were destroyed by the single blow.

Tang Nu exclaimed in surprise, "Old Xiong, that's impressive!"

"In the past, when he unleashed this kind of charged-up power, he would need a long time to recover after each palm strike. This time, it was two strikes in quick succession."

Mo Xiaoyu suddenly stopped the car and stared intently at the scene.

"Xiong Zhengsan was already considered dead and should have left the training ground, why is he still fighting?!"

Inside the training field, people were also shouting.

"Old Xiong, you fouled!" "Brother Bear, get out of here right now?!"

Xiong Zhengsan seemed not to have heard.

He was visibly excited, his facial muscles twitching. He was only wearing a black vest and camouflage pants. Standing at 1.9 meters tall, with large areas of skin exposed, he looked quite fierce.

At this moment, he charged forward despite the large patch of red light. The red light and yin energy hadn't even truly touched his skin when they were dispersed by a powerful surge of primordial energy, which swirled violently around him.

In the blink of an eye, he seemed to be enveloped in a ball of blood-red flames as he charged toward the third tank.

Bang!!

The rear door of the silver-gray sedan suddenly opened, went to its limit, then bounced back violently and closed tightly.

Tang Nu's pupils contracted as he saw a figure, as ethereal as a gentle breeze, gracefully emerge.

The afterimage was so long, like an arched bridge, starting from the car, crossing the barbed wire fence, and extending to the sky above the third tank.

This is only because Tang Nu has good eyesight, which allows him to see the afterimage.

Those with slightly worse eyesight than him could barely see the man's movements.

All that could be seen was the tank's roof; its honeycomb-like structure, like a pile of tofu dregs, had been crushed underfoot, and the turret on the roof was dented.

Chu Tianshu stood on the roof of the car, and a strange aura suddenly spread out.

The red lights on the roofs of several tanks that were still in operation nearby also stopped, and blue smoke rose from their honeycomb pores.

That was the Yin energy of the talisman inside the honeycomb device, which was disrupted by Chu Tianshu's power, causing the spell to collapse on its own.

In an instant, all the red light in the arena disappeared.

Xiong Zhengsan seemed to be taken aback for a moment, his darting pupils suddenly fixing on Chu Tianshu.

I'll hit you!

He leaped up, towering half a body length above Chu Tianshu, and slammed his fist down.

Midway through the punch, the five fingers suddenly snapped out, the palm twisted, and the surrounding air was torn into twisted, thread-like patterns.

A person's palm is only so big, but when he slapped it down, it seemed to pull up the air within four or five meters around him, pressing it downwards and forming an arc.

This boxing principle is clearly the "supporting, repairing, and striking" skill from the Old Red Fist style.

Although Red Fist and Hung Gar sound similar, their training methods and fighting styles are quite different.

Red Fist has more supporting and cutting power, with smooth and expansive movements and a wide range of force exertion, while Hung Gar is more rigid and direct, with compact and powerful force.

Xiong Zhengsan's skill in the Old Red Fist has reached a high level of mastery. His fist transforms into a palm, and his palm rotates to generate power. Although there are variations in the movements, they are all executed in one smooth motion.

The key point is that when he made his move, his whole body was carrying a surging internal force that seemed to roll down a hillside, growing stronger with each roll.

Having taken down two tanks, this third strike can be described as each strike stronger than the last.

However, if he were to actually unleash those three strikes, he would likely expend a great deal of energy and need to rest for six or seven days before he could continue his attack.

If he were to strike you five or seven times in a row, you would definitely fall seriously ill, be bedridden, and lose a lot of weight.

Chu Tianshu saw this and that's why he intervened immediately.

As the palm strike came down, Chu Tianshu raised his right hand, bent his four fingers, and extended his thumb forward.

The thumb points in a straight line with the entire arm, as if a streak of blue light is running straight through and piercing through it.

He used only his thumb to poke Xiong Zhengsan's Laogong acupoint in the palm.

This acupoint belongs to the Pericardium Meridian of Hand-Jueyin, and it clears heat and dampness, calms the mind and soothes the nerves.

As soon as the Sky-Spanning Art pierced this acupoint, Xiong Zhengsan, who was in mid-air, shuddered and looked bewildered.

Chu Tianshu retracted his thumb and flicked his wrist, instantly transforming the strange finger gesture into a normal fist seal.

Xiong Zhengsan's palm was struck by this punch, and his whole body was sent flying seven or eight meters like a thick, large banana leaf, landing lightly and taking two steps back.

(End of this chapter)