Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

The mandrill went berserk.

The guards' bodies lay scattered about, their blood soaking the fallen leaves. Liu Kun leaned against a large tree, half his body covered in blood, unable to move.

Chen Hongwu used the Bagua footwork, moving with lightning speed. He shifted his body and cut into the mandrill's attack range from the side.

Sensing someone behind it, the mandrill swung its right claw, bringing with it a gust of foul wind.

Chen Hongwu crouched down, his feet grinding the ground, his entire body gliding past the claw-like wind, his fist aimed straight for the mountain demon's waist and ribs.

"Bang!"

That punch landed solidly, infused with the full force of the fist; an ordinary person would have already broken their ribs. But the mandrill merely swayed, not even flinching, and swung its claw back.

Chen Hongwu couldn't dodge in time, and half of his sleeve was torn off, leaving three bloody marks on his forearm.

The mandrill has thick skin and tough flesh; even a strong punch won't penetrate it.

Chen Hongwu's heart sank, and he dared not stop walking, circling the mandrill.

Baguazhang's footwork emphasizes "walking on thin ice," as if treading on thin ice or standing on the edge of an abyss. Every step must be taken with a probing intent, and every step must be taken with a pushing force.

The mandrill was just as fast as him, and its strength was overwhelming. It had no special moves, relying entirely on its wild instincts, but precisely because it had no set pattern, it was even more unpredictable.

With a single slap, the pine tree, as thick as a bowl, snapped in half.

He stomped his foot on the ground, sending dirt flying and leaving a half-foot-deep hole.

Chen Hongwu dodged and weaved amidst the claws and fists, as if walking a tightrope on a cliff. Several times, the claws grazed his scalp, making his hair stand on end.

"No, this won't last long," Chen Hongwu thought to himself.

The obvious force applied to this beast is like a tickle; only the hidden force can be effective.

But internal strength cannot be released at will.

Hidden strength arises from the burgeoning of mental power; it is the result of the unity of mind and intention, intention and qi, and qi and strength. Without a still mind, strength cannot be generated. Only when the mind is moved, the intention is there, and the qi flows freely, can strength be projected.

Chen Hongwu dodged while adjusting his breathing.

He tried to clear his mind, not to think about life and death, not to think about winning or losing, but only to think about one thing: to find that "moment of excitement".

Unable to break through Chen Hongwu's defenses, the mandrill grew increasingly ferocious. It opened its blood-red maw and let out a deafening roar, then spread its arms and lunged at Chen Hongwu.

If that hug had been tight, all of Chen Hongwu's bones would have been shattered.

Instead of retreating, Chen Hongwu advanced, squeezing through the gap between the mandrill's arms and pressing himself against its chest.

Only by getting close can you have a chance.

The mandrill lowered its head and lunged at Chen Hongwu's head with its fangs.

In that instant, Chen Hongwu heard the sound of his own heartbeat.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

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The steady, powerful heartbeat is like the beating of a drum. With each heartbeat, the pores of the entire body suddenly contract and close.

A surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen and shot straight up my spine.

A surge of energy!

Chen Hongwu had a sudden inspiration. He clenched his right fist and no longer used his whole strength, but instead sent the heat out along his arm.

A punch landed on the mandrill's chest.

Right in the center of the heart.

There was no crisp sound, no popping.

There was only a muffled "thud," like a fist hitting mud.

The force penetrated in.

The mandrill's expression froze instantly. Its eerie green eyes widened abruptly, pupils dilating. Its body stiffened, its arms dangling in mid-air, as if it had been frozen in place.

Hidden strength!

The boxing manual says: "Hidden strength is the soft strength in boxing. Its form is like a fish in water, and its strength is like a needle in silk. It penetrates the skin and enters the bone, injuring the internal organs."

Without hesitation, Chen Hongwu grabbed the mandrill's arm with his left hand and instantly activated his Tai Chi listening energy.

He found the mandrill's center of gravity.

Although it is three meters tall and weighs at least 500 kilograms, its center of gravity is scattered at the moment when the internal force penetrates the body and the heart stops.

Chen Hongwu twisted his waist and hips, using the mandrill's own weight to swing it up.

"rise!"

The three-meter-tall monster soared into the air, passed over Chen Hongwu's head, and crashed heavily into a large tree behind him.

"boom!"

The tree trunk broke, and the mandrill tumbled and crashed into the bushes, knocking down a grove of low-lying trees.

Without looking at the result, Chen Hongwu turned around and rushed to Liu Kun.

Liu Kun leaned against a tree, his eyes half-open, blood still oozing from his mouth. He had witnessed the whole thing, his eyes filled with disbelief—the young master had actually killed that monster that couldn't be killed by gunfire?

Chen Hongwu reached out and grabbed Liu Kun's belt, lifting him up.

Liu Kun, a man eight feet tall, weighed at least 150 or 160 pounds, but in Chen Hongwu's hands, he was as light as a feather, as if he were carrying a tattered sack.

"Walk!"

Chen Hongwu exerted force with both legs, moving with lightning speed.

The arrow step in Baguazhang emphasizes "stepping as if wading through mud, and the body as swift as a dragon." Each step extends three to four feet, with the soles of the feet touching the ground, and the waist and legs working in coordination, resulting in a light and silent landing.

He didn't walk in a straight line, but deliberately chose to go through areas with many trees. In the dense forest, his figure moved swiftly from left to right, like a snake slithering through the grass.

Liu Kun was being carried, the scenery rushing past him, the wind whistling in his ears. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead swallowed a mouthful of air.

After running for about a hundred feet, Chen Hongwu continued running.

Liu Kun finally caught his breath and managed to speak with difficulty, "Young...Young Master...that monster...wasn't it dead?"

Chen Hongwu did not answer.

He ran even faster.

That punch, seemingly fierce, actually only had the power of a single strike. It wasn't that he didn't want to finish off the opponent; he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.

Hidden strength is the burst of mental energy, the instantaneous burning of the body's vital energy. The boxing manual says: "When hidden strength is released, mental energy is exhausted. A second release will cause injury, a third release will cause death." After throwing that punch, he already felt his lower abdomen empty and his legs weak.

More importantly, he didn't know how much damage his punch had caused.

An ordinary person would die instantly if their heart were struck by a hidden force. But a mandrill is not human. Its vitality is many times stronger than that of a human.

That punch could stop its heart for a few seconds, but how long could it last?

Three seconds?

Five seconds?

Or shorter?

Chen Hongwu didn't know, but he dared not gamble.

Behind us, deep in the dense forest.

Suddenly a roar rang out.

It was more devastating and more furious than ever before.

That was the sound of a mandrill.

It woke up.

Liu Kun's expression changed drastically: "It...it's not dead?"

Chen Hongwu gritted his teeth and moved his legs rapidly, alternating between them. His physical strength was rapidly declining; his thigh muscles began to ache, and his breathing became heavy.

But he can't stop.

Once that beast catches up with him, given his current mental state, he won't be able to unleash a second burst of internal force.

The roars grew closer.

The mandrill is chasing.

Although it suffered a piercing blow, it seemed to have been unharmed at its core. The vitality of wild beasts far exceeds human imagination.

Chen Hongwu's mind raced with thoughts.