Republic of China era: Actor? Please call me Martial Arts Master!

Chapter 53 Listening to the Force to Determine Location, Lime Blinding the Eyes

"Oh, what's wrong? Your godfather is too scared to go on stage, so he sent you, a young punk, to your death."

"Judging by your appearance, you probably haven't even grown all your feathers yet!"

Taking advantage of the moment they passed each other, the man lowered his voice and chuckled sinisterly.

"Grandpa's knife won't be merciful later. If you're scared, kneel down and kowtow now, and Grandpa will leave you a whole corpse."

Lu Feng remained expressionless.

He acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and simply followed the steps in the play, groping his way forward.

The most brilliant thing about "Crossroads" is this "darkness".

The two were clearly under the light, but they pretended not to see each other, relying entirely on their hearing and touch.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The drumbeats became fine and dense, like rain pattering on banana leaves.

The two began circling the table.

This is the most classic "touching the table" scene in "Crossroads".

Lu Feng made a gesture of reaching out with both hands in the air, which is the "cloud hand" in traditional Chinese opera. However, he did it in a way that was not just for show. Instead, it was more like the "probing palm" in Xingyi Quan, with the power contained in his fingertips, ready to change moves and grab people at any time.

But beneath his lowered eyelids, his pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

He was adjusting his breathing.

After two weeks of consuming large amounts of meat and medicine, coupled with Lu Cheng's internal energy infusion, he was no longer the weakling who used to snatch steamed buns in the human market.

He is now a wolf in human skin!

"choke!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

When Lu Feng had his back to him and bent down to "touch" the chair leg.

The man drew his sword without warning.

This doesn't follow the script at all!

According to the play "The Crossroads", the two should first test each other at this point, and there is a wonderful game of "blindly" playing under the table and behind the chairs, which emphasizes the word "risk".

But this man directly broke the rules of the play, and immediately unleashed a "powerful split against Mount Hua".

The ghost-headed knife, accompanied by a fierce wind, slashed straight down at Lu Feng's crown.

If that hits hard, Lu Feng will get his head split open!

The audience gasped in surprise.

"This isn't opera! This is murder!"

"That's bad practice! This is called 'raw cutting'! Who performs like that?"

But Lu Feng didn't panic.

Or rather, this was the moment he had been waiting for.

Just as the blade was three inches from his head, and he could even feel its chill, he was struck by it.

Lu Feng made a move.

"Whoosh!"

He suddenly shrank back, took a "short step" with his feet, twisted his waist like a snake, and instantly became half the size.

"The python turns over!"

He not only dodged the knife, but also rolled under the square table on the stage.

Followed by.

He swung the sharpened single-edged sword in his hand upwards.

This move, using the momentum of emerging from under the table, is extremely insidious, but in a life-or-death struggle, it is the ultimate weapon!

The man was a seasoned veteran; he reacted extremely quickly, clamping his legs together and pressing down with his broadsword, intending to slice Lu Feng in half.

"clang!!"

The two knives clashed.

Sparks flew half a meter high!

Lu Feng felt a jolt in his hand; this man was quite strong.

But he has a strong sense of purpose!

Lu Feng's waist throbbed, his spine shuddered, and he looked like a cannonball launched from under a table.

"open!"

With a loud shout, despite his small stature, he managed to push the man back a step.

The two separated and confronted each other again.

The entire audience was stunned.

This isn't a scene from "The Crossroads"; it's a gladiatorial arena!

The man abandoned his contempt and his expression became serious.

"You little brat, you've got some strength."

The two clashed again.

This time, Lu Feng was no longer on the defensive.

He perfectly integrated the Xingyi Quan that Lu Cheng taught him into this sword technique.

The square table on the stage became the battleground for the two players' game.

Lu Feng performed a somersault, bracing himself on the table with one hand, his entire body tracing an arc in the air, the blade flashing like snow, aimed straight at the man's neck.

The man was equally ruthless, circling the table and delivering fatal blows with each strike.

"A sudden gust of wind—crowd! Only! Crowd!"

Abing's erhu and drumbeats grew increasingly rapid, like a violent storm.

Lu Feng's footwork was incredibly agile; it was a fusion of the "triangle step" and the "mud-wading step."

Like a raccoon hunting in the dark, it darted left and right, making it impossible for the man to catch it.

"Is this... a triangle step?"

Uncle Tan, who was sitting in the audience, had arrived at some point and was now in the front row, staring intently.

"This footwork even contains the 'mud-walking' step from Xingyi Quan! What kind of freak did Lu Cheng train?"

On the stage, the battle reached its climax.

The man grew increasingly agitated as he fought; he hadn't expected a teenager to be so difficult to deal with.

He steeled his resolve and decided to use his trump card.

Just as the two passed each other again, just like the classic scene in the movie where "face to face but unable to see each other".

The man suddenly raised his left hand.

A handful of white powder was thrown straight at Lu Feng's face.

Lime powder!

This is the most shameless tactic of the lowest of the low!

The "darkness" in the play has become real "darkness".

The "blindness" in the play became real "blindness".

"mean!!"

The audience erupted in uproar, with some already standing up and cursing.

Lu Cheng sat in the armchair, and with a "crack," the iron walnut in his hand was crushed, leaving a fingerprint.

But he didn't move.

Because he saw that Lu Feng had closed his eyes.

The moment the man raised his hand, Lu Feng seemed to foresee something, abruptly closing his eyes and holding his breath.

This was an instinctive reaction triggered by Lu Cheng whipping him with a rattan cane after practicing martial arts in the dark for a long time!

The lime powder missed its target, landing on Lu Feng's face and body, leaving a white, hazy mess.

But Lu Feng also lost his sight.

The man was overjoyed. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he swung his ghost-head knife at Lu Feng's waist with a sinister grin.

"Die!"

At this critical moment.

Lu Feng's ears twitched.

The "listening skill" that Ah Bing taught him awakened at this critical moment of life and death.

The sound of the wind.

The sound of a knife cutting through the air.

On the left!

Lu Feng did not dodge.

He did something that no one expected.

He actually took a step forward, facing the wind of the blade.

This is also what Lu Cheng taught him... When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail!

"Pfft!"

The ghost-head knife ripped through Lu Feng's night clothes, leaving a bloody gash at his waist.

Blood instantly stained the clothes red.

But he did not back down.

Using this extra step, the single-edged sword in his hand, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, plunged viciously into the man's inner thigh!

"ah!!!"

The man let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

Lu Feng twisted his wrist, and the blade stirred inside the flesh.

Then, he kicked the man in the chest.

"Bang!"

The man flew off the stage and crashed heavily onto the table below where the Fengtian Opera Troupe's tea was served.

It all came down in a blur.

The teacup shattered on the ground, and the man clutched his thigh, writhing in pain as blood gushed out.

On the stage.

Lu Feng's eyes remained closed, his face covered in white lime, resembling a bizarre mask, and blood seeped from his waist.

But he stood ramrod straight.

The single-edged sword in his hand was still dripping blood.

He slowly opened his eyes. Although they were a little red and swollen from being covered in lime, his gaze was fierce and menacing.

He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva in the direction of the Fengtian troupe.

"Who else?"

This voice, though immature, carried a chillingly domineering aura.

The entire venue fell silent for three seconds.

then.

"good!!!!"

"A spectacular applause! A thunderous roar of applause!!"

"These are the true men of Beiping!"

The cheers erupted like a tsunami.