Republic of China era: Actor? Please call me Martial Arts Master!

Chapter 108 One Hand Subdues a Fierce Horse, A Shura Field Outside the Camp

Chapter 109 One Hand Subdues a Fierce Horse, A Shura Field Outside the Camp

In Daying, Fengtai, the night was as dark as ink.

The searchlight's pale beams, like two drawn swords, slashed back and forth across the dark night sky, illuminating the swirling snowflakes in a ghastly white light, like paper money.

Deep within the camp, at the division commander's residence.

This is a small gray brick building in the style of a Western country. It is usually very imposing, and the guards standing at the door have to puff out their chests more than those at other places.

But tonight, the small building is filled with an indescribable deathly atmosphere, and there is also a gunpowder smell that just won't dissipate.

The windows had long been sealed shut with two-inch-thick steel plates, leaving only a few ventilation holes, making it look like an iron turtle.

Inside the room, smoke filled the air.

Commander Zhang was still wearing the marshal's uniform he hadn't dared to take off, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a neck full of fat and cold sweat.

He held a cigar that was already burning to the bottom between his fingers, and his hand was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Snapped!"

Commander Zhang slammed the burning cigarette butt to the ground and slammed it down with his expensive military boot, grinding a hole in the carpet.

He turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at the woman huddled in the corner of the sofa.

That's Bai Feng.

The once arrogant and domineering Aunt Bai, who once held sway over the Marshal's mansion, now resembled a plucked quail.

She was wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, her makeup was ruined, her face was pale, and she was clutching a Western cross tightly in her hand, muttering something under her breath, whether she was praying to Buddha or God, no one knew.

"Crying, all you do is cry."

Commander Zhang's loud shout startled Bai Feng so much that she dropped her cross.

"A jinx, a spendthrift woman."

Commander Zhang strode over, his finger nearly poking Bai Feng's nose, spitting all over her face.

"If you hadn't insisted on fighting for face at that theater, making things difficult for that guy surnamed Lu, and even trying to kill him, would I have ever gotten involved with this monster?!"

"Huh?! Say something!"

Commander Zhang became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his chest heaving violently.

"Now look what's happened. Two of the Black Wolf team's seeds have been killed. Those were the trump cards I spent a fortune training with instructors from Germany, and they're all gone."

"They've even brought a coffin to my birthday banquet; they're trying to kill me!"

"If I die, you won't live either; you'll be buried with me!"

Bai Feng was so scolded that she didn't dare to say a word, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.

She truly regretted it.

Back then at Deyun Tea House, she only thought of Lu Cheng as an arrogant actor, an ant that could be easily manipulated.

Who would have thought that this wasn't an ant at all, but a dragon in human skin!

Although she wasn't there at the Tianqiao Theater that day, according to her adjutant's description, Lu Cheng's decapitation strike terrified the Japanese.

Now, that knife hangs over their heads.

"General, please calm down."

Beside him, the staff member wearing gold-rimmed glasses nervously brought over a cup of hot tea.

Don't scare yourself.

"This Fengtai camp is our territory. There are three thousand guns outside, and two Maxim heavy machine guns mounted on the roof. Not even a fly can get in, let alone a person."

"fart."

Commander Zhang slammed his teacup down. "Flies can't get in? Is Lu Cheng a fly? He's a monster that can dodge bullets."

""

"General, don't panic."

Just then, the three people who had been sitting in the shadows slowly stood up.

These three people have different appearances, but their auras are as steady as a mountain.

This is the top-notch expert that Commander Zhang hired from the martial arts world at a cost of one thousand silver dollars a day; he is also known as a "bodyguard."

The leader was a thin old man who twirled two iron gallbladders in his hands. They were made of fine steel and each weighed about three pounds.

"General, you've been scared out of your wits by the rumors circulating in the martial arts world."

The old man's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an air of arrogance.

Sun Er, nicknamed "Old Man Iron Finger," practices Eagle Claw Force and is a veteran of the martial arts world in Beiping, having been around for decades.

"I also went to Tianqiao to see Lu Cheng."

Master Sun sneered, spinning the iron gall bladder in his hand rapidly.

"This kid is really strange. He's so young, but he has an astonishing amount of brute strength. He must have practiced some kind of hard qigong, plus some military spear techniques that he learned from somewhere."

"According to the rules of the martial arts world, at best, he is only at the peak of internal strength."

"Hidden force?" Commander Zhang was taken aback. "Then how could he dodge bullets?"

It's just a smokescreen.

"9

A short, stocky man with prominent temples chimed in. This man was Zhao Tiezhu, and he practiced Iron Shirt martial arts, making him as hard as a rock.

"General, think about it. That day at Guanghe Tower, we were so close, and the scene was chaotic. Zhang Xiaolin was just a novice, so it's possible his hand was shaking when he fired the gun."

"The so-called 'cicadas sense the autumn wind before it blows' is a realm attained only by Grandmasters of Internal Energy Transformation, or even Immortals of the Core Formation stage."

"Where in this world can one find a twenty-year-old who has mastered the Transformation of Skill?"

"Unless he started training from the womb and ate dragon meat and drank phoenix blood every day."

Zhao Tiezhu looked disdainful.

"If he had truly reached that level, he would have already founded his own sect and been worshipped as a deity. Why would he need to perform in plays?"

"that is."

The last person was a man wielding two swords, with a sinister look in his eyes.

"General, don't worry."

"We brothers may not be as famous as that kid, but we've all been through the wringer."

"As long as he dares to come."

"The machine guns outside can't kill him, but once he's inside, the three of us brothers working together can flatten him even if he's made of iron."

""

"These two swords of mine are coated with poison; they will kill on contact with blood."

Listening to the analysis of these "experts," Commander Zhang's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally eased a little.

Yes.

A twenty-year-old Grandmaster of Internal Energy? That's just nonsense.

It must have been made up by those storytellers just to grab attention.

He was so scared that he lost his mind.

This Fengtai camp is as solid as a rock; not even a bird can fly in. Could Lu Cheng possibly grow wings?

"call----"

Commander Zhang let out a long sigh of relief, slumped onto the sofa, and felt a chill on his back—the cold sweat had dried.

"The masters are right, it was me—it was me who was overthinking things."

"I'll have to trouble you all tonight. If it's done, the thousand dollars will be doubled."

"Thank you, Commander." The three men clasped their hands in thanks, their eyes gleaming with greed.

Commander Zhang waved his hand, signaling them to retreat to the outer room and stand guard.

Only he and Bai Feng remained in the room.

Seeing Bai Feng's pitiful appearance, Commander Zhang's anger subsided considerably. After all, she was the woman he had doted on for many years, and she looked rather pathetic now.

"Alright, stop crying, it's so depressing."

Commander Zhang nudged Bai Feng's toe.

"Go open that bottle of foreign liquor for me."

"I haven't had a full night's sleep these past few days. If I don't have a drink today, I'm afraid I'll be awake until dawn again."

"Hey, hey!"

Bai Feng felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly wiped away her tears and got up from the ground.

She walked to the wine cabinet, her hands still trembling slightly, and took out a bottle of French brandy and two crystal glasses.

"General, please—please drink."

Bai Feng poured a glass of wine and handed it to him, her voice soft and weak, and she leaned against Commander Zhang intentionally or unintentionally, trying to please him.

Commander Zhang took the wine glass and tilted his head back to gulp down a large mouthful.

The spicy liquor flowed down my throat like a fire, warming my stomach.

The tense nerves finally began to relax slowly under the influence of alcohol.

"Damn it, we'll see when this blows over."

Commander Zhang squinted, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.

"I'm going to find a chance to wipe out that Lu family—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Sudden.

"Herod—!!!"

A mournful neighing of a horse came without warning from outside the window, piercing through the steel plate and into the room.

The sound was so loud and so tragic, it was as if the horse had been torn apart alive.

Followed by.

There was a loud crash, followed by the panicked shouts of soldiers.

"Oh no! The horse has spooked!!"

"Stop it quickly, don't let it crash into the barracks."

"Bang, bang!"

There were even sporadic gunshots.

Clang.

The crystal glass in Commander Zhang's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

He suddenly sprang up from the sofa, his fat body trembling, and his hand instinctively reached for the gun at his waist.

"He's here?! Is it him?!"

Commander Zhang's voice changed tone; it was an instinctive reaction of being terrified.

The three experts outside rushed in instantly, weapons in hand, their expressions tense.

"General, don't panic," shouted Master Sun.

Just then, the bespectacled staff member stumbled in.

"General, it's alright, it's alright!"

"Not an assassin."

"It's a horse."

"Horses?" Commander Zhang was stunned. "What horses?"

"It's that—it's that Akhal-Teke horse that the Japanese consulate specially sent to you a few days ago in an attempt to win you over."

The aide explained, panting heavily.

"That's a purebred Arabian horse, very spirited."

"I don't know what happened just now, but it suddenly went berserk in the stable, kicked and injured two grooms, broke free of the reins, and is now rushing out of the camp."

"The guards didn't dare to shoot it, afraid of upsetting you, so things got chaotic."

Upon hearing this, Commander Zhang's body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

It turned out the horse was startled.

That scared the hell out of me.

"Fuck you."

Commander Zhang was so angry that he cursed loudly and kicked the coffee table.

"How dare a beast try to scare me?"

But then he thought of the horse's value.

It was a gift from the Japanese, who said it was priceless and hard to come by.

He usually cherished it very much, and was even reluctant to ride it, so he specially assigned two soldiers to serve it.

If they get lost or fall to their deaths, that would be a real financial loss.

"What are you all standing there for?!"

Commander Zhang roared at his staff.

"Hurry up and send someone to chase after them!"

"That's a BMW. If even a hair on it gets damaged, I'll kill you all."

"You absolutely must capture him alive and bring him back intact."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The staff member quickly ran out to relay the order.

Inside the camp, chaos erupted.

A troop of cavalry, along with a dozen or so nimble guards, armed with lassos and flashlights, rushed out of the camp gate and chased after the direction in which the mad horse had disappeared.

Outside Fengtai Daying lies a barren beach connected to a wild forest.

-

The early spring night wind carried the smell of lingering snowflakes and stung my face.

"Herod—!!"

A long, extremely violent hiss ripped through the silence of the night sky.

That Akhal-Teke horse is now displaying its true wildness.

Its entire body is dark red, and under the moonlight, it resembles a raging fire flowing wildly across the wasteland.

It's not just running, it's flying.

With its four hooves flying, the frozen clods of earth were crushed, sending up clouds of mud half a person's height. Its long neck was raised high, and two thick white breaths spewed from its nostrils—the steam from its blood boiling to its limit.

This beast is too fierce, and too beautiful.

Those lines, brimming with power and freedom, unfolded under the moonlight with each stroke, exuding an arrogant disdain for all constraints.

The pursuers behind were long gone, their taillights no longer visible.

"Huffing and puffing..."

The dozen or so guards ran themselves ragged, their flashlight beams flailing wildly across the wilderness, only able to illuminate the fleeting shadow of that red cloud disappearing into the distance.

"Damn it, this isn't a horse, it's a spirit!"

"Don't shoot, that's the commander's lifeline."

"Oh no—there's a black bear forest ahead, pitch black and with complicated terrain. If we go in, we won't be able to get out."

Just then, the fiery wild horse was about to plunge headlong into the deep, desolate black pine forest.

In that split second...

"boom!"

The wild horse, which was galloping at full speed, had just stepped its front hooves into the shadows at the edge of the woods when its mane suddenly stood on end.

That's an animal's most instinctive intuition about its natural enemy.

It sensed a presence.

A terrifying aura, more ferocious than tigers and leopards, heavier than mountains, as if it were the very thing that had stood here since time immemorial.

"Hiss!!"

The warhorse was terrified. It reared up on its hind legs and kicked wildly in the air, managing to stop its thunderous charge.

The horse's hooves landed heavily on the ground, creating two deep craters.

It didn't run away, but instead gripped the ground tightly with all four hooves, its muscles taut like iron, snorting and staring intently at the darkness ahead that seemed to devour light.

It is trembling.

It wasn't because of the cold, but because—it was a submission from the depths of one's blood.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Footsteps sounded.

The darkness receded to both sides like a tide.

A tall, slender figure slowly walked out.

Dressed entirely in black, he blended almost seamlessly into the night.

On his face was a gleaming, golden mask of the Monkey King, with a half-smile.

Beneath the mask, the exposed eyes were as deep as a cold pool, without the slightest ripple.

Lu Cheng just stood there casually.

He didn't strike any pose; in fact, he even had his hands behind his back.

But he stood there, like an insurmountable chasm.

The once arrogant and fearless Akhal-Teke horse, which had been undaunted even by guns and cannons, now slowly lowered its proud head before this mask.

Its knees were slightly bent, as if it were kneeling in worship.

"This beast, it does possess some intelligence."

Lu Cheng stretched out a hand, his palm as white as jade in the moonlight, which seemed out of place in the desolate wilderness.

He did not grab the reins.

Instead, it was gently pressed onto the horse's head.

He subtly released internal energy from his palm.

"Buzz".

The fiery horse shuddered, its previously restless energy instantly calmed by this mellow power. It let out a low neigh and nuzzled Lu Cheng's palm with its warm, moist nose.

This scene was both eerie and beautiful.

"Why----"

"Stop! The horse has stopped!"

The guards behind were overjoyed, thinking the horse was just tired.

They quickly slowed their pace, afraid of startling the precious child again.

The platoon leader, holding a lasso, panted as he waved for his men to spread out and slowly encircle them in a fan shape.

"Sh-sh-

'

The platoon leader made soothing sounds to the horses as he slowly approached.

"Good horse, be good, don't be afraid, come back with me to eat black beans—"

They slowly, very slowly, approached.

They were less than ten steps away from the horse.

Just then.

By the faint moonlight, they could see everything clearly.

The newcomer was dressed in black night clothes and wore a golden, glittering mask of the Monkey King.

Beneath the mask, only a pair of eyes were visible.

And those hands, which looked exceptionally white and slender in the moonlight.

He stood quietly beside the horse's head.

There was no action taken.

He even concealed his aura to the extreme, like a piece of withered wood or a stone.

【Turtle Breathing Exercise】.

But the wild horse that had been so ferocious just moments before now seemed to be seeing its own father.

It lowered its proud head, leaned closer, and gently rubbed its warm, wet nose against the person's palm.

Its docile appearance was just like that of a big cat.

"Wha-who?!"

The platoon leader finally saw this bizarre scene and was so frightened that he almost dropped his flashlight.

Wilderness.

The man in black.

Monkey King mask.

This scene, no matter how you look at it, exudes an eerie aura.

"Playing tricks."

The platoon leader mustered his courage, pulled out his Mauser pistol from his waist, and pointed it at the dark figure.

"Hands up, or I'll shoot."

Upon hearing this, Lu Cheng continued to stroke the horse's mane.

He slowly turned his head to the side.

A soft chuckle came from beneath the mask.

"gun?"

"It's noisy."

Before he could finish speaking...

Lu Cheng's figure shattered.

Yes, on everyone's retinas, the dark figure appeared as if it were a mirage, shattering into nothingness and disappearing from the spot.

Where are they?!

The platoon leader screamed in terror, his finger instinctively reaching for the trigger.

however.

A cold hand had unexpectedly landed on his wrist.

"Here it is."

Whispers rang in my ears, like the whispers of death.

"Click."

With a crisp crack, the wrist bone shattered into powder.

The gun fell to the ground.

What followed was a silent massacre.

Lu Cheng moved like a ghost, weaving among the dozen or so guards.

He didn't use powerful punches and kicks, but instead used his fingers like knives to point, cut, or smear.

Each strike precisely takes a life.

Her movements were as graceful as if she were twirling her flowing sleeves on a theatrical stage.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

Less than ten seconds.

The wilderness returned to silence.

A dozen fully armed elite soldiers fell to the ground in disarray before they could even utter a scream.

Only the platoon leader was still alive, clutching his shattered throat, his eyes wide with terror as he stared at the man standing amidst the pile of corpses, whose clothes hadn't even wrinkled.

Lu Cheng didn't even glance at him.

He turned around and walked toward the Akhal-Teke horse that had fallen completely still.

"A fine horse."

"Unfortunately, he followed the wrong master."

"I'll borrow your hooves tonight."

Lu Cheng placed one hand on the saddle, his body as light as a swallow, and landed on the horse's back.

Man and horse as one.

"drive!"

Lu Cheng gently squeezed the horse's belly with his legs.

As if guided by a telepathic connection, the horse did not gallop wildly, but instead moved with extremely light, almost silent steps towards the Fengtai camp.

They went back.

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