Violators Club

Chapter 87 Times have changed!

Chapter 85 Times Have Changed!
Half a month ago, Chen Changqing encountered a bloody battle on Wutong Street.

This was the closest he came to death, first being hit by a car, and then shopping with twenty or thirty people while unarmed.

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

One dozen?

Barely possible, but one dozen twenty or thirty, and it's still when the opponent is holding a sharp knife?
Sorry, this is not what Chen Changqing can do, at least not what he can do at this stage.

In the process of breaking through, he was seriously injured, coupled with the violent exercise that caused the blood to churn, and the whole person had reached the edge of the red line, and it was at this time that the owner of the milk tea shop stepped forward.

In less than 0.5 seconds, more than ten meters were crossed.

A punch pierced 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 too strong. Like a human!

It is precisely because of this incident that Chen Changqing is 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 spiritual attribute is 1.3 without the enhancement of violation points.

This is already a genius for ordinary people.

But compared to the strength shown by the owner of the milk tea shop 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 know, even if Chen Changqing reaches the limit at this stage, which is the limit of the primary life form with four-dimensional attribute 3.0, it will be difficult for him to maintain a stable speed above 30 meters per second in the run-up and near-perfect running environment.

Not to mention piercing the human body with fists.

But the owner of the milk tea shop in front of him 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 got up and shook his head:
"Wait a minute, I'll go get something."

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

And 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 great?"

Chen Changqing nodded. Although half a month had passed, whenever he recalled the terrifying skill of the owner of the milk tea shop that evening, shock would appear in his eyes:
"Yes, although your head is a bit heavy, the strength you showed at that time is simply not human!"

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

However, his expression was a bit strange, making it hard to tell whether it was pride or loneliness, and when Chen Changqing wanted to take a closer look, the expression on the other party's face had already dissipated:
"Then let me chat with you a few words, listen to it if you can, and take it as a joke if you can't listen."

"As you can see, I am the owner of a milk tea shop, but in fact I am also a martial arts practitioner. My surname is Hong, and my name is Hong Zhen. I am 58 this year. I have been learning martial arts since I was 6 years old. I have practiced Hongjiaquan. Because of his good talent, he was already a third-rate master at the age of 16."

"See this?"

A look of puzzlement flashed in Chen Changqing's eyes:
"fist?"

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

"Bang!" There was a dull sound.

At the beginning, Chen Changqing was a bit puzzled, but soon he 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 it too.

One of the main functions of muscles is to tense up when attacked, thus acting as a cushion.

Chen Changqing was only slightly injured when he was hit by a car before, because at that moment his muscles were tense like an inflated ball, but the milk tea shop owner ignored it.

As he spoke, he opened the two-foot-square mahogany box beside him:
"Punching and kicking can't hurt you. In that era, third-rate masters were considered good hands."

"When I was 17, I got into trouble and ran out alone."

"It was still chaotic at that time. The bald eagle and the big bear had a lot of trouble. In addition, he was young and frivolous, and he had done some wrong things. He was muddle-headed for more than ten years, and he was lucky to break through in his [-]s."

There were not many things in the mahogany box, Hong Zhen took out a baton from it, and he glanced at Chen Changqing:
"This thing is a bit tough, mainly because I'm too lazy to find it. It should be a 20-year-old white wax rod. In fact, the two are not too different. As long as I hold my breath, no amount of people can hurt me."

Chen Changqing is familiar with batons.

When he was in prison, he was often beaten. Although the outside is a layer of rubber, it is because the inside is solid.

A person who doesn't know how to use a baton can easily break a person's bones, but with the force of the baton falling down?
As before, the muscles of the milk tea shop owner are like steel bars.

Not to mention the bones were injured, the muscles didn't even sag, it felt like a steel ball full of air!
And glanced at the contents of the mahogany box?
Seemingly aware of something, Chen Changqing couldn't help but swallowed, his eyes were somewhat startled:

"Next, shouldn't it be invulnerable?"

The owner of the milk tea shop nodded, and while he was talking, he took out a sharp small Taidao from inside. Under Chen Changqing's terrified eyes, the small Taidao was broken like a biscuit:

"Almost, it was quite chaotic in the 70s. At that time, I fought from the east to the west of Wutong Street alone. After a round of fighting, no one dared to come here to make trouble."

Immediately, the owner of the milk tea shop took out the last item from the mahogany box, and raised his eyebrows:
"Do you know this thing?"

It was a revolver, and 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, giving a warning instinctively.

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

"Yes, although I don't know the model, but..."

Before Chen Changqing could finish speaking, the owner of the milk tea shop swung a beautiful spear, and aimed the gun at his palm in a chic manner.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Chen Changqing's pupils shrank, and the tip of his nose was filled with the irritating smell of gunpowder smoke, which made him frown involuntarily, and secretly cursed the other party as a lunatic in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the back of the milk tea shop owner's hand.

An incomprehensible excitement shone in his eyes.

And with the palm open, looking at the bullet with a few bloodstains, the owner of the milk tea shop shook his head: "I'm getting old, I can't do it anymore, I didn't get popular so easily before."

Chen Changqing: "?"

I'm getting old, can't I?

Boss, do you know what you are doing?
The physical body resists bullets, if this is in a foreign country, I am afraid it will be sliced ​​​​to study!
"Ding!"

Throwing the bullets on the table casually, putting the baton, the shattered katana, including the revolver in his hand back into the mahogany box, Hong Zhen shook his head in a self-deprecating tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter :

"I made a breakthrough in [-], and now I'm a martial arts master. In ancient times, this would be considered a less than half a god."

Looking at the distorted and deformed bullet with a little blood 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 young man is calling me inhuman."

Hong Zhen rolled his eyes, he cursed with a smile, and then asked back:
"Does it feel great?"

Chen Changqing took a deep breath, and the shock still remained on his face: "Yes, it is hard to resist 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 angrily:
"You fart!"

"I have practiced since I was six years old. I have practiced for 46 days in winter and [-] days in summer. I have practiced for [-] years. I dare not slack off for a day. Do you know how long it would take for an ordinary person to kill me?!"

A flash of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, looking at the furious 58-year-old man in front of him.

Chen Changqing thought for a while, but in the end he still didn't dare to say:

"do not know."

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 dare not say!"

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

Chen Changqing was not very clear, he secretly glanced at the owner of the milk tea shop, and tentatively gave a number:
"Half an hour?"

Hong Zhen shook his head, his eyes changed for a while, and his ferocious expression flashed unwillingness and humiliation:
"No, just one shot!"

"The muzzle velocity of a revolver is 200-300 meters. The speed of any pistol can exceed 340 the speed of sound. The average speed of a rifle is over 700 meters. The speed of a sniper rifle is more than three times the speed of sound, let alone missiles. Intercontinental Missiles and so on, these horrible high-tech weapons."

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

"Practicing martial arts? An old thing that has been eliminated, there is no future for learning this."

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

Hong Zhen is a master of martial arts.

When talking about yourself earlier?
The pride in his tone can be clearly felt, especially the sentence "Little half fairy".

Even if the tone is flat, you can hear the joy and pride of being a martial arts master, but as I said later-times have changed!
Now is the age of science and technology, and everyone is talking about cost and efficiency.

How long does it take for a pistol to go from raw material to brand new?
How long does it take for a recruit to master firearms from learning to proficiency?
What will be the cost of a recruit + a set of equipment, and how much will the cost be reduced to in the case of quantification?

Hong Zhen has practiced martial arts for 6 years since he was 52 years old. All he can do is resist pistol bullets. What if it is 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 have been able to reach the height of a martial arts master since ancient times?
This is just a talent requirement.

Poor and rich in martial arts, the cost of practicing martial arts is much higher than that of studying. First of all, it is better to eat well, and then to buy medicinal materials regularly to supplement, otherwise, the body will be crippled by practicing martial arts. Not all martial arts practitioners have the same family background. support.

From the perspective of efficiency and cost, if these resources are randomly allocated, the destructive power will be stronger than that of Hong Zhen.

Martial arts are destined to be eliminated.

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

In more than ten years, when everyone understands that a dance, a handsome face, and a little packaging and operation are enough to become a star, the last living space of martial arts will also disappear.

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

Hong Zhen thought about letting Chen Changqing inherit his mantle.

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

It wasn't until Chen Changqing took the initiative to look for him this time that Hong Zhen had the idea of ​​accepting apprentices, but in the end he still revealed the shortcomings of martial arts.

It's not that he wants to say, but that anyone with a little brain can understand these things.

What if Chen Changqing chooses to practice martial arts?

Hong Zhen is willing to teach you everything!

If he is unwilling to study?

Just like what he said at the beginning, if you don't hear it, take it as a joke.

And the next moment, to Hong Zhen's great relief, after some contemplation, Chen Changqing raised his head: "Suppose, I mean, if I want to learn now, are you willing to teach me?"

(End of this chapter)