Chu Feng stood there like a wooden stake, his eyes almost bulging as he stared at the bull practicing boxing in the courtyard. This thing... is too astonishing!
The bull's hind legs were firmly planted on the ground, steady and agile. When it changed its steps, it was swift and graceful, not at all like a bull.
Chu Feng watched from the side, deeply amazed.
The bull glanced at him but didn't stop. Its face was full of pride, a kind of indescribable arrogance. The power of its boxing increased, becoming overwhelmingly intense.
Its body was agile, sometimes like a great roc diving for prey, the wind from its punches stirring as it swooped down with an unstoppable might. At other times, it was like a taotie devouring the sky, ferocious and unmatched, the sound of thunder rumbling in its wake, spreading a fearsome aura.
Chu Feng was startled. The bull's boxing style was somewhat terrifying. Even without having practiced it, he knew it was very powerful.
The bull was smug, its boxing becoming even more extraordinary. However, when it glanced at Chu Feng again, its expression stiffened. It noticed that Chu Feng's hands were empty, and he hadn't brought back a communicator.
It immediately stopped boxing and ignored Chu Feng, being quite practical.
Chu Feng was puzzled. Why did it stop? He hadn't seen enough; that boxing style was truly extraordinary.
At first, he was a bit confused, not knowing why the bull had stopped. But upon closer observation, he saw the bull's eyes secretly sizing him up, as if confirming something. He immediately understood.
This thing was really thinking about the communicator!
"Yellow Bull, I picked out the latest model of communicator for you. It looks very high-end and stylish, but I didn't have enough money earlier. I'll come back to get some cash and buy it for you right away."
The bull perked up its ears, listening to him. It immediately grinned, a rare expression of genuine happiness rather than mockery.
Chu Feng grumbled to himself, this damn bull is so practical.
At the same time, the bull put on a show, swinging its fists a few more times and exhaling a puff of white breath, as if to wrap up its practice and save face.
Chu Feng was speechless. Was it really necessary to force a "finale" after stopping?
However, seeing the bull's calm demeanor, he pretended to know nothing.
The bull, seeing Chu Feng standing there motionless, called out, actually urging him.
Without a word, Chu Feng turned and walked away, heading straight to an antique shop half a mile away. As soon as he entered, he shouted, "Uncle Liu, sell me your oldest and cheapest communicator."
"Little Chu, when did you come back?" Uncle Liu adjusted his thick reading glasses and smiled at Chu Feng.
"I came back a few days ago. Uncle Liu, it's been a long time. How are you?" Chu Feng greeted him with a smile.
"I'm fine. But why do you want an old communicator? Don't young people these days prefer the latest models?" Uncle Liu was puzzled.
"I have a use for it. It doesn't matter if the functions are outdated, but its appearance must be new!" Chu Feng emphasized.
"Although this is an antique shop, old communicators are rarely bought, so I don't have many." Uncle Liu said.
He rummaged through his boxes and finally found a few. These items rarely sold, unless some nostalgic people bought them for collection; otherwise, they had little value.
Chu Feng immediately set his eyes on a large, shiny silver one that looked almost new except for the screen.
"Little Chu, although it looks new, its functions are clearly inferior to the others," Uncle Liu said.
"That's fine. This is perfect, as long as it looks new!" Chu Feng decided on it.
Uncle Liu was speechless but didn't say much more.
Finally, when Chu Feng was about to pay, Uncle Liu waved his hand. "Forget it, this old thing is just taking up space. Take it as a gift."
"Alright, Uncle Liu, I'll bring you a good bottle of wine next time," Chu Feng said without hesitation.
"By the way, Little Chu, a few young people came to town a while ago. When they passed by here, I heard them say they were looking for you."
As Chu Feng was about to leave, Uncle Liu mentioned this.
He was stunned. Who was looking for him? If it were classmates or friends, they should have contacted him first.
"Those young people looked unusual, and one of them was a very beautiful girl," Uncle Liu said, recounting what he had seen.
Chu Feng left with a puzzled mind, unable to guess who had come looking for him.
"Yellow Bull, look, I brought back a high-end, stylish communicator, even better than the one I use," Chu Feng shouted as soon as he entered the courtyard.
The bull rushed over, still standing on its hind legs, and snatched the communicator with its front hooves, hugging it.
It looked at its new, shiny silver communicator and then at the one Chu Feng was using, clearly disdainful, and sneered.
"You're not being fair. I bought you the best, and you still look down on me? Forget it, I'm magnanimous and won't hold it against you. Come on, teach me that boxing style," Chu Feng said.
The bull ignored him, placing the communicator on a stone table and tapping it with its front hooves, which glowed with a faint golden light.
Finally, it got angry because it couldn't turn it on. It turned to look at Chu Feng, its nose flaring, questioning him.
"It's not charged," Chu Feng said calmly, watching it tap furiously without a word until now.
The bull carefully picked up the new, high-end communicator and cautiously handed it to Chu Feng, asking him to charge it.
When it saw Chu Feng casually toss the silver communicator onto a desk and plug in a power cord, its eyes almost popped out.
It was as if saying, be careful, don't damage its high-end item, while still giving a disdainful glance at Chu Feng's communicator.
While charging, the bull started tapping, but it was puzzled. After all, it couldn't understand the language or read the text. Although it was interested, there were many obstacles to using it.
When it came over and grunted, Chu Feng took a long time to understand its meaning.
"What do you want? To put my contacts in your communicator? Get lost!" Chu Feng was furious, remembering the last incident.
The bull was very interested in the communicator's ability to make long-distance calls, but Chu Feng wouldn't agree.
Unable to fulfill this wish, it asked Chu Feng to teach it how to watch video reports.
"If you can read, everything will be simple. Making calls, watching videos, and browsing news—all will be easy," Chu Feng patiently explained, as he had planned.
Sure enough, the bull nodded. It had a purpose for coming to this world, and if it could read the language and have a communicator, it would be much more convenient.
"You teach me boxing, and I'll teach you to read," Chu Feng smiled.
The bull glared at him, mooing a few times, as if saying, "You planned this!"
"Overall, this will benefit you too. The world is about to become unstable. I'm just trying to protect myself. Only by surviving can I help you find that strange little tree in Kunlun," Chu Feng said.
The bull pointed at him with a front hoof, glared with its bull eyes, and finally nodded, a mutual compromise.
For three consecutive days, Chu Feng practiced boxing, but the first move of this style was very difficult. Each time he swung his fist, he had to generate a terrifying force.
He had learned sanda before and was skilled, but this boxing style was completely different. Each time he swung, he could feel a strange force covering his fist.
Especially when the bull had him practice a specific breathing technique while swinging, it became even more extraordinary, occasionally producing a thunderous sound.
Chu Feng was delighted, completely absorbed.
During these few days, the bull learned many characters, showing remarkable intelligence. This was partly because Chu Feng didn't dare to teach it too much, claiming it needed to consolidate its learning. He was afraid the bull would learn and then refuse to teach him the boxing style.
In these three days, the town's fatty, Zhou, was almost driven mad.
Because the only contact in the bull's communicator was Zhou Quan, whom Chu Feng had input. For three days, the bull would call him whenever it remembered, sometimes at noon, sometimes at midnight, and sometimes at dawn. Whenever it was idle, it would tap the communicator and moo at him.
"Ah, Bull Demon, I'll kill you one day! You can call me at midnight, but now it's almost dawn, and I just fell asleep. I can't take it anymore!"
Zhou Quan was driven to the brink of madness, being harassed day and night by the bull.
But he couldn't always turn off the communicator. Recently, things were unstable everywhere, and some of his relatives and friends were not back yet, so he needed to stay in touch.
"I warn you, if you keep harassing me, I'll really stew you alive!" Zhou Quan was furious.
However, the bull found it amusing, enjoying the chaos it caused. Zhou's anger only made it more entertained.
So, Zhou's warning was useless.
"Chu Feng, you did this! Bull Demon, I want to eat you alive, ah, ah, ah..."
Zhou Quan was on the verge of tears.
On the fourth day, the bull had learned quite a few characters. At Chu Feng's request, it wrote the name of the boxing style.
The characters were crooked but still legible.
"Great Bull Demon Fist," Chu Feng read aloud.
The bull was proud, head held high, nose in the air, clearly very proud of this boxing style, as if saying it was very impressive.
"This name is too rustic," Chu Feng said.
The bull was furious, roaring so loudly that the room trembled.
"You stay here, I'm going out for a bit," Chu Feng left the house, heading to Old Man Zhao's place to pick up the crossbow, which should be ready by now.
Old Man Zhao's weapon shop was crowded because of the recent anomalies, and everyone wanted to buy some self-defense weapons.
"Little Chu, you're here. I've had it ready for you. If you hadn't come, I would have sent it to you," Old Man Zhao, a tall man with short, hard hair, laughed loudly.
"Thank you, Old Man Zhao," Chu Feng smiled, picking up the package, which felt heavy.
On the way, he passed by the antique shop, and Uncle Liu greeted him, saying, "Little Chu, those young people came again, but fewer of them. They went to your place."
Chu Feng was surprised. Who could it be? With the roads cut off and strange phenomena appearing everywhere, who would dare to travel far? He was puzzled.