A Journey Through the Flames of War in the Republican Era

While Musk and his group admired Song Hongfei and his two companions' hard work and dedication, they clearly didn't understand the situation. These die-hards wouldn't easily abandon their white supremacist biases. They still looked down on these three Asian men, believing they were deliberately trying to show off and were defying and provoking them.

Sometimes people are really perverse. After a period of intense training, Song Hongfei found that he had gotten used to it and even become addicted. On the contrary, he felt uncomfortable whenever he was idle. He couldn't help but sigh at the enormous power of habit.

On this day, Song Hongfei and Zhang Yi were undergoing combat training.

Having learned internal martial arts since childhood, Song Hongfei, now 20 years old, has mastered both internal and external cultivation through intense practice, and his whole body is brimming with vitality and energy.

The two were actually training each other with Song Hongfei. Zhang Yi was already no match for him, and now he was even less able to fight back. Song Hongfei put his right hand behind his back, giving Zhang Yi one hand, but Zhang Yi was still helpless. Song Hongfei kept finding ways to hit him wherever he wanted, and Zhang Yi was almost driven to despair by him. He simply lay on the ground and refused to get up.

"This kid is just making fun of me!" Zhang Yi thought angrily, his mouth twisted in disbelief.

He was lying on the ground, refusing to get up, when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter and mockery. Then he saw a group of people surrounding a semicircle.

Zhang Yi jumped up abruptly, glaring angrily, and shouted, "Musk, it's you again! What do you want!"

The other person chuckled sinisterly, "It's nothing, I just saw you guys practicing martial arts and wanted to beat you up!"

It was Musk and his group again, and this time he brought along some experts—several members of the West Point Cadet Boxing Club. Judging from their movements, the way they raised their fists, shrugged their shoulders, and occasionally threw a few arrogant combinations, it was clear that these people had a good foundation in boxing training.

The leader, nicknamed "Man Bear," is none other than Floyd Mayweather, who has won the NCAA heavyweight championship for several consecutive years. He is virtually invincible in the American college boxing scene and is very famous in the American boxing world. He was even reportedly selected as a reserve member of the U.S. boxing team for the 10th Los Angeles Olympics heavyweight division.

Boxing is incredibly popular at West Point. Since the early 20th century, following the advice of President Theodore Roosevelt, West Point has made boxing a mandatory course for all cadets, and every cadet must pass it.

The West Point boxing team is also renowned and powerful, having won the All-American League team championship eight times in ten years. Mayweather is the leader of the boxing team and is known as the "King of West Point".

Song Hongfei has never been a fan of boxing. He believes that wearing boxing gloves greatly limits the application of traditional Chinese martial arts, which are profound and extensive. He also dislikes the boxing style that relies on brute force and hard punches.

Having practiced martial arts since childhood, and under the guidance of true martial arts masters, Song Hongfei knew that real martial arts could kill. If a fight broke out, failure to control the fighting would result in either death or serious injury. He always followed his teachers' teachings and never acted rashly in fights. Even when fighting with Musk and his gang at West Point, he always held back and used only military boxing techniques.

Faced with a dozen or so burly white men and boxing experts surrounding them, Song Hongfei and Zhang Yi dared not be careless and immediately took a defensive stance, leaning against each other.

At this moment, it's truly a case of "a word is too much to say, and a disagreement could escalate into a fight."

The two sides immediately began to fight. At first, they attacked, defended, advanced, and retreated, punching and blocking. They were very methodical and orderly, with their own moves and techniques.

But it quickly devolved into a chaotic melee, with whirlwind palm strikes and wild punches flying everywhere. The reason is simple: anyone who's been in a street brawl knows that when a dozen or so people surround you, there's no room for you to use your moves properly. The people inside are fighting each other in a chaotic mess, and the people outside can't squeeze in at all. In their haste, they don't care about anything else, they just keep punching and kicking, not caring who they hit. In fact, they hit their own teammates inside the fight the most.

Seeing this, Song Hongfei and Zhang Yi realized that this chaotic fighting wasn't going to work. They covered each other, moving and shifting positions as they fought, not giving the other side a chance to encircle them. If they were truly surrounded, it would be like a whirlwind palm against a tortoise's fist—two fists can't fight four hands in such a situation. Fighting in military school isn't like killing enemies on the battlefield; you can't really go all out. They're all classmates, and if there are injuries or deaths, it will be impossible to clean up the mess.

"Get out of the way!" came a rough, loud shout.

At this moment, heavyweight boxing champion Floyd Mayweather clasped his fingers together, rotated his thick neck, which was as thick as his head, and his neck and finger joints cracked. He then kicked his muscular, barrel-like legs, raised his fists to his chin and swung them around a few times, and strode forward with boxing steps, exuding a menacing aura.

Mayweather is over 1.9 meters tall and weighs 100 kilograms. His strong chest and arm muscles are taut and bulging as if they are about to burst out of his clothes. His eyes shoot out a fierce look, which is quite fitting for his nickname, making him look like a huge "man-bear".

Among the three Chinese students, Song Hongfei, who is 183 cm tall, is the tallest. Compared with the American students in the military academy, he is considered to be quite tall. However, at 75 kg, he does not appear as tall and strong as Europeans and Americans.

"Hongfei—!" Zhang Yi was a little worried. This heavyweight boxing champion was a tough opponent. But Song Hongfei just waved to him, indicating that he should relax. Seeing that Song Hongfei looked relaxed and composed, without any tension, Zhang Yi felt at ease and stayed by his side.

West Point cadets all knew that Song Hongfei was a strong fighter, but West Point boxing champion Mayweather was a renowned figure and a substitute for the Olympic national team. In the eyes of the boxers, the huge difference of 25 kilograms made it impossible for them to fight.

"This is going to be interesting!" The opposing group was laughing gleefully, and some were even placing bets on whether boxing champion Mayweather could knock out the Chinese student in one round.

Song Hongfei watched coldly. From Mayweather's every move, it was clear that this man was indeed a skilled boxer, and his reputation was well-deserved. However, a boxer's skill lies entirely in his upper body. Although Mayweather's legs looked very thick and strong, his lower body was a weakness to traditional martial arts experts.

Mayweather came up in a boxing stance, but before he could get close enough to throw a punch, Song Hongfei suddenly launched a powerful and fast high kick, aimed straight at Mayweather's face!

Mayweather quickly clenched his fists and raised his elbows to protect his head and face. He was shocked to find that the sweeping kick, which seemed casual, was incredibly powerful. The impact made his two forearms go numb and throb with pain.

Mayweather knew that Song Hongfei was using his legs to attack from a distance, trying to control the distance and prevent him from getting close enough to throw punches. He knew that if this continued, he would be at a disadvantage. Mayweather shook his aching arms, clenched his fists again, and lunged forward. He wanted to get close and launch a preemptive attack, to let Song Hongfei taste the power of his fists!

At this moment, Song Hongfei launched another sweeping kick, equally powerful and imposing! Mayweather perceived this kick as another strike aimed at his face, and he quickly clenched his fists and raised his elbows to protect his head and face. But unexpectedly, midway through its high-speed attack, the kick suddenly changed angle, sweeping towards Mayweather's shin!

With a loud "smack," it struck Mayweather's left calf squarely! Accompanied by a loud thud, the 100-kilogram Mayweather was knocked to the ground! Mayweather was shocked; he felt as if he had been electrocuted in his calf, his entire leg went numb, and the pain was so intense it felt like he was about to cramp.

Everyone present was utterly shocked and fell silent.

"Great!" Zhang Yi couldn't help but shout his approval.

The boxing experts could all see that Song Hongfei had held back with that kick. With that kind of force, if that sweeping kick, delivered while wearing high-top rubber-soled training shoes, had been aimed at Mayweather's shin or knee, it would have been enough to cripple one of his legs!