Great Xia, 1894.
At the Feng Clan Dojo in Guangzhou.
Feng Ting sat in the courtyard, his thoughts empty.
"Huang Feihong's world!"
In this world, the Manchu Qing Dynasty ruled, colluded with the outside world, and signed many humiliating agreements. The stability and power of these Manchu Qing dogs were all built on the blood, bones, and backbones of the people of Great Xia!
When Feng Ting first came to this world, he had seen too much.
The foreigners were domineering and the people were suffering. In the land bought by the foreigners, the foreigners were the gods, the ancestors, and the fathers!
Even outside of the westerners 'territory, the westerners seemed to be superior. When they were unhappy, they would kill people casually and were unreasonable.
They had the support of the various countries behind them!
As for the citizens of Great Xia? After being humiliated by the foreigners, he could only bow his head and beg for mercy in order to preserve his life. In this humiliating world, he had to do his best... Survive!
It was fine if they were bullied from the outside, but there was also a group of dog slaves who were close to the foreign powers within the Great Xia people. They were fawning and subservient to the outside world, but they treated human lives as grass and made a fortune!
The culture of the foreign powers was also corroding the Great Land!
Everything seemed to have turned into a mountain that pressed down on Feng Ting's shoulder.
Huang Feihong had stood up without hesitation in this era where the commoners had to swallow their anger. He was not afraid of power and held onto the martial arts in his heart, allowing Great Xia to vent their anger.
However!
This was still not enough!
What was the use of venting his anger and gaining glory? The superpowers looked around and greedily peeped at the Divine Great Land. Even a hero like Huang Feihong could only die with hatred.
Feng Ting looked up at the sky as a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.
What was martial arts?
To be chivalrous and to uphold justice is martial arts, to be decisive in killing is martial arts, to be gentle and to be iron-willed is martial arts, and to serve the country and the people is martial arts.
"There are thousands of martial arts! What is my martial arts?" Feng Ting closed his eyes and pondered.
In the martial arts world, he challenged various martial arts masters to break the Dao and passed on the martial arts to the future.
Here, he had seen too many disgusting faces and seen many things that made people angry.
There seemed to be a fire burning in Feng Ting's heart.
He paced back and forth in the courtyard. The flames in his heart were like mountains and seas, but they finally calmed down.
Feng Ting's eyes were like thunder. His tall and straight body seemed to be able to lift up this world.
"My martial arts only seek to be pleasing to the heart!"
To uphold justice and fight injustice, kill!
Tenderly, iron-boned, grudges, love, hatred, kill!
The warrior was enraged and blood splattered on the spot. Kill!
Kill him until his head rolls, kill him until the sky turns dark!
On the path of martial arts, if he couldn't go his way and let his mind be at peace, what was the use of Feng Ting having martial arts?
"Kill them!"
Feng Ting couldn't help but spit out this word. The bright sunshine instantly turned cold.
His cold eyes flashed with a strong killing intent, which eventually turned calm.
"Not enough!" Feng Ting muttered to himself.
That's right!
He was only at the Half-Transcendent State. What was the use of killing ten or a hundred?
"The wings are not yet fully grown…" Feng Ting suddenly stood up and walked outside.
He needed a force, a force that he could kill until the sky turned dark, a force that could support him against the Qing government, a force that could allow him to face the foreign powers!
In his memories…There was no such force.
Feng Ting didn't have a hint of fear or retirement in his eyes. His will was firm. If he had decided to do something, he would do it even if he had to risk everything!
"If there is no such force, then I will create one myself!”
"The citizens of Grand Xia must never bend their backs!”
"Yun Su, come out with me!" Feng Ting said.
A muscular, ordinary-looking young man immediately rushed over. He had no name and was picked up by Feng Ting from a pile of dead bodies.
His current name was Feng Yunsu.
"Yes, Head!" Feng Yunsu said respectfully.
His respect and respect for Feng Ting was something that others couldn't understand or imagine.
No matter what Feng Ting asked him to do, he wouldn't hesitate. His life belonged to Feng Ting. Without Feng Ting, he would have starved to death.
"Head, where are we going?" Feng Yunsu asked curiously.
Ever since he and Feng Ting moved here, Feng Ting rarely went out.
Even though they had established a dojo, they had not tried to recruit disciples. So far, there were only the two of them in the dojo.
"I'm going to visit a friend!" Feng Ting didn't say much and brought him to Ren An Street.
Ren 'an Street was considered a very lively street in Guangzhou.
There were smoking houses, businesses, medical officers, and prosperous markets.
There were all kinds of commoners, officials, merchants, and occasionally a few foreigners walking among them.
"Bao Zhilin? Head, do you want to see a doctor?" Feng Yunsu shook his head.
He had seen Feng Ting practice martial arts before. He could never forget the beautiful scene.
"Unfortunately…I don't have any talent and can only strengthen my body and bones. It's impossible for me to reach the realm that the dojo master mentioned!”
"What are you thinking about? Follow me in!" Feng Ting knocked his head lightly and walked into the forest.
Huang Feihong had been in Guangzhou for a few years. He opened a martial arts school with hundreds of disciples. Not only that, he also opened this medical center, Bao Zhi Lin.
"Dear customer, where are you feeling unwell?”Lin Shirong asked.
"Is Master Huang here? I'm his friend!" Feng Ting said lightly.
Lin Shirong's attitude immediately changed when he heard that. He quickly brought Feng Ting to the backyard.
When he brought Feng Ting to a pavilion, Lin Shirong smiled and said,"Wait here for a moment. I'll call Master out.”
Feng Ting nodded. Feng Yunsu couldn't help but say,""Head, I didn't expect you to be Master Huang's friend!”
Seeing him like this, Feng Ting couldn't help but laugh.""Why are you so agitated?"
"I heard from others that Master Huang is not only skilled in medicine, but also a martial arts expert. He has a high reputation among the people!”Feng Yunsu hurriedly explained.
"Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Feng Ting asked calmly.
"No... No!" The smile on Feng Yunsu's face immediately stopped.
Feng Ting shook his head, but he was looking forward to it.
Even Feng Yunsu, who had just arrived in Guangzhou, knew of Huang Feihong's name.
There is no false reputation under high reputation.
From this, it could be seen!
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