Chapter 203: The heart is like gunpowder and the fist is like a bullet!
Seeing Chen Jue striding towards the weapons testing site, Liu Chengdong and Mr. Zhong looked at each other in surprise.
As for Zhang Feipeng, he held the pistol with a black coating in his hand and looked at the background where Chen Jue left. He felt complicated when he thought of what the other party said: "Try my shooting skills? He wants to take my gun with his bare hands?"
"How is that possible!"
"A mortal body, no matter how high his martial arts skills are or how strong he is, can't dodge this large-caliber pistol. This is not a smoothbore rifle from hundreds of years ago. One shot is enough to break a human body into pieces..."
Zhang Feipeng's eyes flickered and he looked hesitant. Seeing this, Elder Zhong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Feipeng, don't think too much. Just give it a try. Comrade Chen Jue is a little different. There's a reason why he was selected as a special grade."
As he spoke, Old Zhong picked up the broken Tang sword on the table next to him and took a look. He saw that the sword was not only broken in the middle, but there was also a row of faint fingerprints left on the two ends where Chen Jue had broken it.
"Leaving a mark on the knife? Gripping iron into mud?"
“No… Impossible!”
"This is a special alloy, not the wrought iron with very low purity as before... Such power..." Zhang Feipeng's pupils suddenly shrank into pinholes when he saw it.
He was also a martial artist, so he naturally knew the method of leaving marks on iron. In the old days, there was a senior swordsman named Gan Fengchi who had displayed his skill of turning iron into mud when he went in and out of the martial arts world. However, the iron that Gan Fengchi held was not made of modern special alloys, but wrought iron with a very low hardness. Wrought iron is soft, has good plasticity, is easy to deform, has low strength and hardness, and can be bent with just a little force.
However, Chen Jue left his fingerprints on the Tang sword made of special alloy developed at the base. Such kung fu can no longer be considered kung fu. In Zhang Feipeng's eyes, he is no different from a god.
Chen Jue's little display of skills dealt Zhang Feipeng a series of blows, and he almost lost his grip on the gun.
However, when he saw Chen Jue had already gone down to the test site and asked the staff who were testing weapons and firearms to make way for an area, Zhang Feipeng's eyes condensed in his heart, and he slightly regained his previous seriousness and calmness, and walked over with Mr. Zhong and Liu Chengdong.
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In the test site, Elder Zhong first glanced at Chen Jue and asked , "Young man, do you really want to test the gun? Do you want to wear the latest combat uniform just now to test its protective power?"
Chen Jue shook his head upon hearing this: "No need, Master Zhong. I've made great progress in martial arts recently, and I just want to find someone to test my skills with. Ordinary people are already hard to arouse my interest, and only the power of guns can stimulate me to continue to improve."
When Chen Jue met Zhao Zhen in Antarctica before, he could clearly feel a sense of threat when facing the large-caliber pistol in Zhao Zhen's hand. After returning, he also checked the relevant information about firearms and learned that Zhao Zhen was holding a very famous Desert Eagle, which is a kind of hunting pistol with a caliber of 11.43 mm. One shot can penetrate an adult elephant.
At that time, my hard skills were not yet perfect, so I didn't dare to take it head-on. However, after such a long time, I have transformed from a true immortal in the mortal world into a true saint in the mortal world, and have also synthesized such a powerful horizontal hard skill as the [Red Dust Golden Body]. I have long wanted to try the feeling of carrying a gun with my flesh body.
Chen Jue happened to have this opportunity, so he naturally didn't want to miss it.
Moreover, although the caliber of the pistol developed in this base is not as large as that of the Desert Eagle, its power is definitely not much different.
"Times are changing, and muskets and artillery shells will be replaced by missiles, electromagnetic cannons, and lasers. It is indeed time for martial arts to be innovated." Thinking back to those legendary boxing masters who died under guns and bullets in history, Chen Jue felt that he had inherited the skills of his predecessors and had taken advantage of them, and it was also his responsibility to open up a brand new path for martial arts.
As he was thinking, Zhang Feipeng walked step by step to the opposite side of Chen Jue: "Comrade Chen Jue, do you really want to test my shooting skills? My gun always hits the target or the enemy, and every shot hits the target. If you don't wear a bulletproof vest, I'm afraid that one shot..."
Seeing that the other party was hesitant to speak, Chen Jue smiled and said, "Instructor Zhang, your martial arts have been practiced to perfection. The next step is to refine your internal organs and change your marrow, and practice the terrazzo kung fu of building the foundation, holding the elixir and nourishing the fetus for a hundred days."
"But do you know? Holding the Dan and Sitting on the Hips is not actually the limit of human martial arts. There are several more levels above that, such as Nei Gang, Wai Gang, and Jian Shen Bu Hua."
"And my martial arts skills are even better than the indestructible God. You also saw how I broke the Tang sword with one hand just now. You don't have to treat me as an ordinary person."
"Besides, since you have joined this homeland project, you must be determined to never return. A little disability is nothing."
Zhang Feipeng was also shocked when he heard Chen Jue say this, and muttered, "Bao Dan Zuo Kuo does exist... but Nei Gang, Wai Gang, Jian Shen Bu Hua... aren't these just vague descriptions in boxing classics, and praised by those martial artists?"
"To the point where you can see the invincible gods... does boxing really have such great power?"
"No! I don't believe it ! This is modern times. The body of a carbon-based life form can never be stronger than a bullet no matter how much it practices!"
Zhang Feipeng was deeply shocked. Just as Chen Jue said, his heart was not pure towards martial arts. He had extremely high talent when he was young and entered the stage of Hua Jin very early. He had even been a rival of the former chief instructor Li Xiang.
However, once one's martial arts skills have reached the stage of Hua Jin, it becomes difficult to move on to Bao Dan. Zhang Feipeng wasted several years on the path of Dan Dao. Seeing that there was no hope of Bao Dan, he gave up his martial arts and started practicing spearmanship.
This is the general trend of this era. No matter how high the martial arts skills of ordinary people are, they cannot withstand a bullet.
Just like the old master Cheng Yanhua of Chengmen Baguazhang, who was so skilled in martial arts that he could fly over eaves and walls, and killed more than a dozen foreigners, but was still shot to death by the foreigners.
This is the limitation of the human body and also the limitation of martial arts.
"Mr. Zhong... this..." Zhang Feipeng hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Mr. Zhong and Liu Chengdong who were standing behind a bulletproof glass at the edge of the test site.
Mr. Zhong nodded at him, signaling him to go ahead and do what he wants.
After receiving the nod, Zhang Feipeng took a deep breath and stopped hesitating. He opened the safety of the black pistol in his hand, pulled the bolt to load the gun, held the gun, put his finger on the trigger, hung the gun at his side, stared at Chen Jue and said, "Comrade Chen Jue, be careful! I will try my best to aim at your thigh with this shot."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jue nodded, his face calm, his eyes fixed on Zhang Feipeng.
Seeing that Chen Jue was ready, Zhang Feipeng's expression became very cautious, completely different from the arrogant and domineering demeanor when he first appeared. He had the demeanor of a master, with calm eyes and a faint murderous aura emanating from him.
This murderous aura is not directed against Chen Jue, but the fact that he is holding a sharp weapon makes him murderous. Even an ignorant child holding a gun will be infected, let alone a master of the realm of transformation.
"As expected of a master from the Imperial Palace!"
"With this kind of demeanor, he is indeed a strong rival to Master Li Xiang!" Chen Jue looked at the spiritual imprint emanating from the other party and exaggerates in his heart.
Although this guy has a bad temper, he still has real abilities, otherwise he would not have been recruited as the chief instructor at Cheng Wei's base.
"Here they come!" Zhang Feipeng's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he warned out loud. He raised the gun in his hand suddenly, as if leaving a black afterimage at the side of him, and the faint murderous aura on his body also reached its peak at this moment. He raised his hand, aimed, and pulled the trigger, all in one go. The speed of drawing the gun was definitely not inferior to that of Zhao Zhen.
With a "bang!!!" sound of a gunshot, the bullet flew out of the gun, but Chen Jue remained calm. He used the enhanced intuition of God and man from [Holy Heart] and the enhanced dynamic vision from [Clairvoyance] to see clearly that large-caliber bullet flew out from the black muzzle of the gun.
There was a burst of flame from the explosion of gunpowder behind the bullet. This kind of scene can only be captured by a high-speed camera that slows down the image by dozens or even hundreds of times. It is completely invisible to the naked eye.
However, Chen Jue's various attributes have long exceeded the human limit by several times, not to mention the series of status bonuses. He has become a true saint walking on earth. Looking at the moment when the bullet was fired, it was like entering the bullet time in the movie special effects!
"This eye skill training was not in vain!" Such a thought flashed through Chen Jue's mind, and he gathered strength from all over his body, performing the 7th level Red Dust Golden Body Skill. The hair all over his body stood up, and his skin was covered with a layer of light golden halo. He moved his feet, pounced forward, raised his right hand, stretched out two fingers and grabbed the bullet that seemed to be stagnant.
With a muffled "puff" sound, the bullet rubbed against Chen Jue's fingers, which were shining with a light golden luster, creating a spark, and was finally pinched tightly between Chen Jue's fingers.
This series of actions all took place in a few tenths of a second. In the eyes of Mr. Zhong, Liu Chengdong and the workers at the base, it was as if Chen Jue's body was fast-forwarded a hundred times. No matter whether they stretched out their hands or raised them, they could only barely see an afterimage.
When the gunshots came from behind the bulletproof glass , Chen Jue had already grabbed the bullet in the pistol and smiled at Zhang Feipeng who had just pulled the trigger.
Zhang Feipeng's face flushed red, his eyes bulged, and his brain seemed to be boiling. His lips trembled, "Your heart is like gunpowder and your fists are like bullets... Your boxing skills... are indeed faster than bullets..."
