"Big Brother Huang, I'll leave the South Sand Islands to you. Be careful. We can give up on Spratly Islands!" Feng Ting said seriously.
Spratly Islands was only the second step of their strategy!
The Shaoguan Uprising was the most important step!
"I understand, don't worry!" Huang Feihong cupped his fists and looked at Feng Ting."Ah Ting, I hope that when we meet again, we can make the Divine Great Land bright again!”
"Take care!"
Feng Ting and 13th Aunt watched Huang Feihong leave and murmured,""Clear and bright? When I first came here, I set this goal!”
"Thirteen, follow me to the training field!"
"Yes!"
The training field was very spacious.
1,500 disciples were practicing boxing.
Hah! Hah! Hey!
The disciples were naked, revealing their strong muscles. They stood still and waved their fists in the cold wind, sweating.
Even though it was winter, they still didn't feel cold.
The abundant blood and Qi in the bodies of martial artists were enough for them to resist the cold.
After joining the Feng Clan Dojo, he had a sumptuous meal every day.
As long as it was a disciple who trained hard, they would have great progress!
A good master could make your martial arts take many detours. Of course, if you wanted to go further on the martial arts, you could only rely on yourself!
It wasn't easy for Feng Ting to bring so many people into martial arts in such a short time!
"These disciples are the last batch. They've cultivated for the shortest amount of time, but they're quite strong. The weakest among them has also entered the light realm!”13th Aunt said as she walked.
She stayed here and witnessed the changes in the dojo.
Ever since Feng Ting became famous, the entire Feng Clan Dojo had expanded rapidly. Under Feng Ting's management, everyone was disciplined like a dragon!
The first and fifth armies were made up of martial artists, equipped with the most advanced weapons and equipment. Their combat power was absolutely terrifying.
"Head! Madam!"
When the group of disciples saw Feng Ting and Thirteenth Aunt, they couldn't help but stop what they were doing and said respectfully.
This came from the bottom of his heart, and there was no falsehood.
Many of them were refugees who had escaped from other places. They either starved to death or joined the factories to work as coolies.
Factory laborers, that was a nice way to put it. To put it bluntly, they were factory slaves!
Those foreigners and bosses were crazy and extremely greedy as they exploited their labor force. The wages they gave were extremely cheap. When they were unhappy, they would even kill the workers to vent their anger. This was a very common thing!
In this dark place, the Feng Clan Dojo was like a ray of light, giving them a new life!
Whoever could give them food and clothing was their second parent. They were willing to do anything for Feng Ting!
In this era, loyalty was so cheap!
"Today, I will teach you the last thing!”Feng Ting stood on the stage and looked around.
The surrounding disciples were all looking forward to it.
Every seven days, Feng Ting would come to the training field and teach them martial arts. This was the time when the disciples improved the fastest.
Because Feng Ting had a high understanding of martial arts, he could easily move these people's minds and immerse them in his fist technique.
Feng Ting was like a grandmaster guiding him personally. How could someone who had just stepped into the martial arts not improve quickly?
On the stage, there were two weapons.
A spear! A broadsword!
These two weapons were compulsory courses in the Feng Clan Dojo.
Feng Ting had been teaching them not to rely on those advanced weapons and equipment.
The Maxim Machine Gun had a great advantage in long-range combat, but in the current war, close combat was still the most important.
In close combat, spears and sabers were very good choices.
When this era came to an end, spears, sabers, and other cold weapons would come to an end!
Feng Ting looked into the distance and muttered," It's enough to participate in the Rhapsody of Cold Weapons at the end of the era!”
The confrontation between the old era and the new era.
The sound of cold weapons and hot weapons on the same stage!
How magnificent was it?
He, Feng Ting, was the instigator of this rhapsody!
Feng Ting felt his blood boiling. He held the spear and shouted,"Today, you will learn... Slaughter!"
Slaughter!
Everyone looked at Feng Ting and felt a murderous aura.
They widened their eyes and stared at Feng Ting.
At this moment, Feng Ting moved.
A cold wind howled, and the long spear stabbed out!
Whoosh!
The spear shook the void, and blood boiled!
"Ha!" Feng Ting said in a deep voice. His nimble spear changed its momentum and moved widely. Killing intent was revealed as it stabbed and stabbed.
Ta Ta Ta Ta!
Everyone was so frightened that they took a few steps back. Their backs were drenched in cold sweat. When they came back to their senses, they realized in shame that it was only Feng Ting stabbing straight into the air.
Weng!
The long spear buzzed as it drank blood, and the cold light intensified its killing intent.
Every move and stance was aimed at his vital points!
As the spear technique rumbled, the only thought in his mind was to kill!
Boom!
The spear in Feng Ting's hand landed heavily on the platform, instantly creating a huge hole in it.
The long spear stood in the cold wind and trembled slightly. It was the long spear singing happily!
Feng Ting stood with his hands behind his back, his broadsword in his hands.
"Since it's a massacre, everything is the same. Spear arts and saber arts can be fused together!”
"The spear technique can change in myriad ways, but the spirit apertures can be strong!”
"As for the saber?"
"I only have one move!"
Feng Ting's robe fluttered even though there was no wind. His calm eyes suddenly became filled with boundless killing intent. It was violent, brutal, and looked down on the world!
Weng!
The long saber in his hand suddenly slashed out. This was an extremely slow slash, but it was also an extremely fast slash!
It was slow because everyone could see Feng Ting's long saber unsheathed!
It was fast because by the time you saw the long saber unsheathed, your head would have already fallen!
This was a saber technique that was specially made for killing!
With a single slash, it was either you die or I die!
Feng Ting put away his saber, turned around, and walked off the stage. His voice spread throughout the entire martial arts field.
"This blade is called Soul Chasing!"
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