Chapter 027: Insights into Combat

Chapter 027: Insights into Combat

Ma Long had originally believed that with his ten brothers, they could surely defeat Ye Feng, or at least make him struggle. But now Ma Long realized how wrong he was. My god, Brother Feng truly deserved his reputation—so formidable, as if the fight was nothing but a breeze for him. He wasn't even flushed or out of breath.

“Heh, brothers, I’m going to start fighting for real now!” Ye Feng said with a smile. My god, at this moment, Ma Long almost wished he were dead. What was this supposed to mean? Now he was only beginning? Then what on earth had just happened—was that merely a warm-up? Good heavens.

But Ma Long had no time to ponder further, for Ye Feng’s fists swept across in a blur, his feet following in a flurry of kicks. Everything happened so fast that all anyone saw was a flash before their eyes. Before they could even register what was happening, their bodies were already airborne.

Instantly, the brothers who had not yet entered the fray stood with their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg. My god, was Brother Feng even human? How could he be so powerful? Ma Long and the others were equally stunned—how could Brother Feng be this strong? But soon they came to their senses. Though they had been knocked to the ground, they felt no discomfort.

“Thank you, Brother Feng, for showing mercy!” they all chimed in. They quickly understood that Ye Feng had used a gentle technique, merely defeating them without causing harm. Such skill was even more impressive, showing perfect control and restraint. Their admiration for Ye Feng only deepened.

Ye Feng was momentarily taken aback; had they really seen through him? Indeed, he had simply intended to best them without injury. “Heh, it’s nothing. Now, let me share with you some things about combat techniques, as well as my personal understanding of them. I hope that as you master the basic movements, you’ll also grasp the essential principles, so you can train even more effectively.”

“Yes, yes!” Everyone applauded eagerly. Ye Feng gestured for them to sit down. This place was quite suitable—they could all sit in a circle, making it easy to teach. Ye Feng felt as if he had returned to his military days, instructing new recruits—a scene all too familiar to him.

“I’ll briefly share my understanding of combat techniques. In the military, combat training is very common. I spent some time in the army. As the name suggests, combat techniques are methods for attacking, defending, and evading. In fact, each military district has its own specialized combat skills…”

Ye Feng explained with vivid detail, occasionally demonstrating some basic techniques and movements. The group watched intently; rarely had they ever paid such close attention, not even to beautiful women on the street. Especially Ma Long, who now realized that what he had once considered simple became extraordinary in Ye Feng’s hands.

“In particular, I want to talk about grappling techniques, which evolved from traditional martial arts. Simply put, it’s what you all know as ‘bone-locking techniques.’ The system includes moves such as groin kicks, arm twists, wrist locks, winding, lamp-holding, sheep-catching, leg trapping, wrist rolling, arm breaking, and so on. These may seem simple, but their practical effectiveness is formidable. Watch!”

With that, Ye Feng pulled Zhang Wei over and, with a few swift moves, had Zhang Wei completely subdued.

“Brother Feng, I was wrong!” Zhang Wei, like a scolded child, was utterly powerless to resist Ye Feng’s grappling technique and was easily taken down. The surrounding brothers were secretly impressed.

Ye Feng patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder. “Aside from memorizing the basic moves, you must also master certain combat skills. Having these skills will greatly benefit your training.”

“First, you need adaptability. To improve this, I suggest that whenever you have some free time during the day, pair up or form groups of three to spar. Consistent training and rich combat experience are essential for adaptability. If a person lacks this ability, he won’t know how to react—the more you see, the more you know.”

“Second, learn to identify your opponent’s weaknesses. Everyone has their vulnerabilities. With strong adaptability, use your strengths against their weaknesses—strike hard where they are weak, break through in one swift move, and claim victory.”

“Third, during combat, you must maintain your own balance at all times. When attacking, your goal is to throw your opponent off balance. But to prevent counterattacks, you must keep yourself steady and give your opponent no opportunity. This is extremely important.”

Seeing everyone listening intently, Ye Feng cleared his throat and continued, “If you have solid combat experience and a strong grasp of the fundamentals, you can begin to use force with finesse—what we call ‘using four ounces to move a thousand pounds’.”

“Is that really useful, Brother Feng?” Little Qi asked skeptically. Though everyone said so, could it really work? Ye Feng smiled. “Let’s try it! Little Qi, come here.”

Little Qi responded and walked over. Ye Feng smiled and said, “I’m starting now. Watch closely.” Ye Feng extended a single finger and began to spar with Little Qi. Although Little Qi clenched his fist tightly, he gradually felt his strength dissipate as if it were melting away. Suddenly, Ye Feng flicked his finger, sending a force through it that countered Little Qi’s strength.

Little Qi felt his own power rebounding against him. Astonished, he stared at Ye Feng, trying to discern his secret. Ye Feng only smiled, gesturing for Little Qi to use the opponent’s force against himself.

“Finally, I must emphasize one last, and most important, point: combat skills aren’t mastered overnight, nor is rich combat experience gained quickly. You must train diligently every day. Once you understand the basics and key points, bring your own ideas into play and truly improve your abilities.”

“Now let’s form groups. We have twenty people, so let’s split into ten pairs for sparring. But remember, don’t hurt each other. Use the basic moves I just taught you, and keep those key techniques in mind. I’ll supervise your training to see if there’s anything you’re not doing well.”

“Yes!” The twenty brothers quickly split into ten groups and began training enthusiastically. Watching their dedication, Ye Feng felt as if he’d returned to his army days—monotonous, perhaps, but fulfilling. Just as Ye Feng was happily observing their training, his phone rang urgently. Glancing at the screen, he saw an unfamiliar number.