A Journey Through the Flames of War in the Republican Era

Mayweather was shocked. He simply couldn't believe that this seemingly wiry but not particularly strong Chinese man possessed such power. He could casually unleash such an explosive sweeping kick, knocking him, a heavyweight boxing champion, to the ground in one move!

What's most infuriating is that I tried desperately to get close and throw a punch, but my opponent didn't fight me head-on with punches. He just used two sweeping kicks to keep me from getting close. My proud boxing skills had nowhere to be used, and I was forced to be helpless. I couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes, and I was knocked to the ground by his sweeping kick.

Mayweather's face turned pale and then red, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He was anxious and agitated, feeling that he had really lost face and prestige as a boxing champion.

But Song Hongfei made no move, his face was cold and his gaze was fixed on him, and he felt a chill in his heart.

Mayweather roared as he got up, his face contorted in a ferocious rage. Like a massive bear, he pounced forward, unleashing a powerful right straight punch with all his might, the force of which whistled through the air as it aimed straight for Song Hongfei's face!

Everyone gasped in surprise. The heavyweight boxing champion's furious blow was no small matter. Judging from the momentum, if it landed, it could shatter not only Song Hongfei's flesh and blood, but even a stone slab!

But Song Hongfei neither retreated nor dodged. Instead, he stepped forward with his left leg and back with his right foot, his feet neither too far apart nor too far back. He raised his hands, his palms seemingly open and grasping, to meet Mayweather's whistling punch. His body seemed to remain completely still, only slightly turning his head to avoid Mayweather's heavy punch without leaving a trace. It was as if a gust of wind was blowing, and he was gently turning his head to face the wind and lightly shaking his wind-blown hair, which was quite dashing and handsome.

In a flash, as Mayweather's powerful punch missed its mark and the force was about to dissipate, Song Hongfei's right hand, seemingly reaching out and grabbing, landed on Mayweather's right wrist, while his left hand supported Mayweather's right elbow. This move appeared effortless, and no one could clearly see what Song Hongfei did. Yet, Mayweather's massive body was suddenly thrown into the air, somersaulted, and landed nearly three meters away on the ground with a heavy thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The entire audience was shocked. Everyone was speechless. For a moment, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, as if everyone had forgotten how to move or breathe!

"So he's been hiding his true abilities all along, pretending to be weak while actually being strong..." Zhang Yi was also extremely shocked. Although Song Hongfei had always boasted to him and Wang Zhi about his martial arts skills, he had never witnessed them.

"I didn't see it clearly, what happened? The boxing champion was knocked out in one move? This guy is so powerful? Is this the legendary Chinese Kung Fu?..." This move was truly breathtaking, leaving the boxing team members both bewildered and terrified.

"Unbelievable! No wonder we've been at a disadvantage for years..." At this moment, Musk and the other stubborn senior students seemed to have suddenly realized the truth, despite their shock.

Mayweather felt as if he had used all his strength in that punch, clearly aiming for Song Hongfei's head, expecting it to land squarely, but instead, he hit nothing at all. It was like punching a loose ball of cotton with all his might—his pent-up power had nowhere to go, leaving him extremely uncomfortable. Then, his wrist was grabbed, and a powerful force strangely surged back against him, traveling up his entire right arm to his shoulder joint, and then he was inexplicably and involuntarily thrown to the ground.

Mayweather was thrown around so hard he was dizzy and almost passed out. His internal organs felt displaced, and he couldn't breathe properly. His face was contorted in pain, beads of cold sweat dripped down his face, and he gasped for breath, unable to get up for a moment.

Mayweather was utterly shocked. He had never been so astonished in his life. He simply couldn't understand what technique Song Hongfei had used to send him flying, landing squarely on his back. Was this the mysterious Kung Fu of China? He secretly thought to himself that it was fortunate there wasn't concrete or gravel on the ground, otherwise he would have been in serious trouble. In a life-or-death struggle, he would have had no way to avoid the follow-up attacks and would have been completely powerless to fight back.

Song Hongfei had already stopped, standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze coldly fixed on Mayweather on the ground. His mountain-like posture exuded domineering power and arrogance. The dizzying golden stars in the heavyweight boxing champion Mayweather's eyes gradually dissipated, and from his perspective as he lay on the ground looking up, Song Hongfei seemed to be looking down on the world.

Song Hongfei's move was a traditional internal martial arts technique, involving wrist-locking and elbow-supporting. With a precise and skillful use of leverage, he neutralized Mayweather's force, demonstrating masterful control. He grabbed Mayweather's wrist with his right hand, securing his pulse, and supported his elbow with his left. In reality, he didn't exert any force; instead, he used exquisite techniques of receiving, neutralizing, and redirecting Mayweather's immense power, returning it intact and sending Mayweather flying.

In reality, Song Hongfei could have easily accomplished this with just a wrist swipe with his right hand. His left-hand elbow support was actually to guide the force and protect Mayweather's right elbow. Otherwise, the force would have been directed straight at the joint, enough to dislocate Mayweather's right arm. And he hadn't even generated his own force. If he had added his own extra force, it would have been enough to cause Mayweather's internal organs to suffer severe internal injuries on the spot.

"Surround them, don't let them move!" Musk shouted, trying to appear calm, though he was actually utterly shocked inside.

The two Chinese fighters were even stronger than he had expected. Although he had brought several top fighters from the boxing club today, it was hard to say who would win if the two of them escaped the encirclement. If he lost despite being outnumbered, how could he ever work at West Point again?

Musk wasn't the kind of despicable person who just cheered from the sidelines and then got beaten up. Instead, he took the lead and charged ahead, but his skills weren't up to par, and he was easily knocked back by Zhang Yi with a few punches.

The opposing group immediately surrounded them again, unleashing a barrage of punches: jabs, straight punches, hooks, swings, front kicks, side kicks, and front stomps.

"F**K! I can't catch him! This guy is as agile as a cat!" the boxing team's expert yelled.

In their eyes, Song Hongfei's every move seemed to be full of feints designed to lure you in. Every action and every step was agile and magical, effortless and graceful, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, moving through the encirclement, yet no one could catch a single thread of his clothing. But in his seemingly simple and casual parries and strikes, no one could withstand more than two moves from him.

Zhang Yi, who had only trained in military combat, was now struggling to defend himself and was in grave danger. His opponents, relying on their numbers, were ganging up on him, and Song Hongfei had actually deflected and neutralized more than half of their punches and kicks. However, even the strongest fists can't fight off multiple opponents. If they surrounded him and pinned him down, he would only be able to take the beating.

"There are too many people! This won't do, we have to fight our way out," Song Hongfei thought.

"Three people are enough to form a defensive circle!" A thought suddenly struck him. At that moment, Wang Zhi was in the training shed over there, teaching the younger students bayonet fighting.

He shouted to Zhang Yi, "This way, fight your way out! Find Wang Zhi!"

Song Hongfei then used several heavy blows to repel the group, creating a breakthrough in the encirclement that the enemy had not yet fully formed. Zhang Yi followed closely behind and rushed out, and the two quickly ran towards the training shed.

Over there, Wang Zhi had finished instructing the new trainees on bayonet fighting. At that moment, he spotted Song Hongfei's situation in the distance. He immediately became anxious, rushing out and shouting, "Hongfei! Come quick!"

Song Hongfei and Zhang Yi rushed over quickly, and the three of them immediately formed a defensive combat formation.

Immediately afterwards, Musk and a dozen others caught up, and Mayweather, having recovered, followed behind, panting heavily. They immediately formed a semi-circular encirclement.

The two sides faced off again, tensions were high, and a major battle was imminent.