How are these all fatal moves?

Chapter 46: Why Are All These Moves Lethal?

Inside the apartment, Lu Feng practiced the basic combat moves one by one.

With his strength and agility both reaching 9 points—nearly double the value of an average person's 5—not only were his strikes executed with lightning speed, but they also generated sharp gusts of wind.

Yet, through his own attacking pace, his mind drifted back to the battle involving Lin Jiao and her three companions.

In particular, he recalled Lin Jiao's reaction speed when she was ambushed by the martial arts-proficient mutated zombie.

He realized that his own speed was not necessarily superior to the Lin Jiao of that moment.

This realization was quite startling.

One had to bear in mind that he possessed a system allowing him to kill monsters and level up, and he was already at level 6.

Having finished practicing a set of basic combat routines, Lu Feng felt profoundly unsatisfied; the apartment's environment and limited space severely restricted his full potential.

He immediately walked out, got into his car, turned on the navigation system, typed in "gym" to locate a fitness center equipped for boxing, and then drove straight there.

The gym was named Jianhu Fitness Club, situated on the second floor of a commercial building, with a sizable parking lot right in front.

After parking his car, Lu Feng walked toward the Jianhu Fitness Club on the second floor.

Upon entering the gym, his eyes were immediately greeted by rows of fitness equipment—treadmills, stretching machines, barbells, spinning bikes... every conceivable type of workout gear was present.

The interior decoration, however, appeared slightly dated.

In the northwest corner, an area was hung with a series of punching bags, alongside a proper boxing ring that looked quite professional.

"Xiao Feng, it's you!" A surprised voice rang out.

Lu Feng looked toward the sound and spotted a muscular man wearing a gym staff uniform.

Recognizing the person, he asked with some astonishment, "Brother Zhui, you work here?"

The man's name was Huang Zhui. In the past, he had also been a junior follower of Lu Feng's father, and later on, like Brother Alin and A-Pao, he followed his cousin.

Moreover, this man had practiced Sanda, making him exceptionally capable in a fight, easily the most skilled among his cousin's circle.

Later on, as the story went, he seemed to have met a female teacher. Just like in the movies, the well-behaved girl who worked as a teacher stubbornly fell in love with a street punk.

The crucial part was that this female teacher possessed a talent for writing long essays. Every time Brother Zhui angered her, she would compose heartfelt messages of five hundred or even a thousand words and send them to him.

Each time, those messages left him dumbfounded, filled with a sense of guilt that compelled him to apologize.

Yet, every single time, he would proudly and happily bring up the matter to share with his friends.

In the end, the two of them got married, and Brother Zhui completely washed his hands of the underworld, now evidently working at this gym.

Naturally, out of the 200,000 yuan his cousin had previously raised, Brother Zhui had contributed 20,000.

Lu Feng remembered that camaraderie.

"Just making a living!" Huang Zhui welcomed Lu Feng inside and asked with concern, "By the way, how is Auntie's condition now?"

"She's almost ready to be discharged," Lu Feng smiled and said, "It was Brother Zhui who generously stepped forward and raised 20,000 for me. I truly appreciate it."

Huang Zhui immediately shook his head. "Didn't Ming-ge return the money later? There's no need to mention it."

Lu Feng shook his head in response. "Returning the money is one thing, but the kindness is another. They cannot be lumped together."

"You, oh you!" Huang Zhui felt he couldn't outtalk Lu Feng, so he changed the subject. "I heard from A-Pao that they and Ming-ge are all working under you now. You didn't come here today just to look for me, did you? I've already quit the martial world."

Lu Feng shook his head and said, "Don't worry, Brother Zhui, I just came to hit some bags and box a little!"

Are you kidding me? His original intention was to slowly guide his cousin and the others onto the right path; since Brother Zhui had already retired from the underworld, there was no way he would drag him back into it.

"Boxing, huh? Then follow me, use my internal staff pass directly." Relieved, Huang Zhui led Lu Feng toward the boxing area.

Upon reaching the boxing zone, Huang Zhui pulled out a pair of boxing gloves, tossed them to Lu Feng, and told him to put them on while saying, "Xiao Feng, feel free to hit any of these punching bags. If you want to step into the ring, I can spar with you too. Don't worry, I'll hold back."

"Alright, Brother Zhui!" Lu Feng smiled, nodded, and walked over to a punching bag. He began throwing punches at it, executing basic combat moves that made the bag slap loudly against its chains.

However, he did not exert his full strength because he was unaccustomed to wearing gloves, which made every movement feel extremely awkward.

This was a very bizarre sensation: even though the basic combat techniques were deeply imprinted in his mind and backed by muscle memory, why did it feel so unnatural?

Not only were his motions awkward, but he also couldn't fully unleash his power.

This probably explained why people online often said that traditional martial arts were lethal combat skills, and that forcing them onto a restricted sports ring was inherently unfair.

He suddenly grasped the truth of that feeling.

Nevertheless, despite his unfamiliarity, the blows he landed on the punching bag were still packed with immense force and executed at a rapid speed.

Several people nearby who were also punching bags subconsciously turned to look.

Huang Zhui watched in astonishment. "Xiao Feng, have you practiced this before?"

"Just practicing casually!" Lu Feng didn't answer directly; since it was hard to explain, he just let it pass as having practiced before.

Huang Zhui's interest was piqued, and he asked, "Want to step into the ring and spar for a bit? Don't worry, I'll hold back."

"Sure!" Lu Feng smiled and nodded, climbing into the ring with Huang Zhui.

This action instantly drew the attention of the people in the boxing and fitness zone. Those who worked out here were clearly boxing enthusiasts, and upon seeing a sparring match about to take place, they naturally gathered around to watch.

Moreover, they recognized Huang Zhui as the resident boxing coach of the gym, far more skilled than any of them.

"Xiao Feng, here we go then," Huang Zhui said after he and Lu Feng finished their preparations.

Lu Feng nodded.

The next moment, both men moved simultaneously, though Lu Feng's motion was slightly slower. This wasn't because his speed was inferior to Huang Zhui's, but rather because he intended to strike second and gain mastery by resting.

The basic combat he had learned also belonged to the category of lethal combat arts demanded by the apocalypse, which emphasized killing with a single strike.

Sometimes, seizing an opponent's flaw and striking after they initiated was even more fatal.

His strength and speed unquestionably surpassed Huang Zhui's by a massive margin.

Therefore, the exact moment Huang Zhui threw a punch, Lu Feng accelerated, delivering a fist straight toward Huang Zhui's chest.

Realizing this was merely a friendly spar, he instantly reined in more than half of his power.

Thud!

His punch landed on Huang Zhui's chest first. Even with the suppressed force, the impact to the chest caused Huang Zhui to grunt softly, staring at Lu Feng in disbelief before instinctively retaliating with a hook punch.

Facing this hook punch, Lu Feng half-rotated his body and swung backward, targeting Huang Zhui's throat. Once again, he hurriedly held back the majority of his strength, yet the remaining force was still enough to bring tears to Huang Zhui's eyes as he coughed repeatedly.

"No more, no more! Xiao Feng, whose boxing style did you learn? First the chest, then the throat—every single move is fatal!" Huang Zhui waved his hands frantically.

Within just two moves, he clearly grasped the reality of the situation: he was simply no match for Lu Feng.

He could even sense that Lu Feng had pulled his punches at the very last second; otherwise, he might have been knocked flat on the floor.

That was precisely what shocked him.

He had known Lu Feng for a long time, ever since the days they used to run wild behind Lu Feng's father, yet he had never once heard of Lu Feng learning how to box.

Who would have guessed the fellow possessed such formidable combat skills?

The crucial part was that he had kept boasting about holding back for the other guy's sake—that made things exceptionally awkward.

The onlookers who had gathered around stared at Lu Feng with utterly incredulous expressions. As spectators, they had seen things even more clearly: Huang Zhui had been completely crushed.

And that was precisely what made it astonishing. Everyone present knew Huang Zhui's capability.

At the very least, not a single one of them could defeat Huang Zhui in the ring, yet now Huang Zhui couldn't even last a few exchanges against this young man.

That was truly unbelievable.