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

Gunshots echoed through the mountain temple, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with dust filled the air.

Chen Hongwu stood against the wall, bullets flying over his head and hitting the tree trunk, sending wood chips flying.

Without hesitation, he flipped over and jumped through the window.

In the darkness, he had an advantage over everyone else. After mastering the initial stages of his internal energy cultivation, his senses were sharp, allowing him to discern objects in complete darkness. Meanwhile, the bandits' eyes, having just transitioned from the light to the darkness, needed at least a few seconds to adjust.

These few seconds are enough.

Chen Hongwu landed silently, unleashing his Bagua Steps, and slithered into the temple like a snake.

While the first bandit was still fumbling for matches, Chen Hongwu's hand was already on the back of his neck.

Clasp your five fingers around your cervical spine and release a subtle burst of energy.

"Click."

The sound of dislocated joints was light and crisp. The man didn't even utter a sound, collapsing limply to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The second bandit reacted faster; hearing the commotion, he raised his hand to fire. Chen Hongwu struck his wrist, the force of his fist exploding, and the radius bone beneath the skin snapped.

"ah--"

The scream had barely left his lips when Chen Hongwu's fist was already planted on his temple.

With the full force of Ming Jin poured into him, the man's head suddenly tilted to the side, his entire body flew out and crashed into a pillar, sliding to the ground. The flesh at his temple exploded, and blood splattered everywhere.

"The target's in! Back to back! Don't fire randomly!" Scarface's voice came from the direction of the statue, calm yet ruthless.

Upon hearing the order, the remaining two thugs hurriedly moved closer to Scarface.

Chen Hongwu will not give them a chance.

He grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and threw it in the direction the sound came from.

Dust silently dispersed in the darkness, settling on one person's face. Dust got into that person's eyes, and they instinctively closed them and raised their hand to rub them.

Chen Hongwu had already arrived in front of him.

Chopping Fist.

His hand, like an axe, cleaved down from above, striking the man's collarbone.

A series of "crack" sounds rang out as his collarbone and ribs broke simultaneously. He shrunk halfway down, his chest caved in, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

The fourth bandit finally pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots were fired in quick succession, bullets darting wildly through the darkness. One grazed Chen Hongwu's ribs, tearing a gash in his short jacket and stinging his skin.

Instead of retreating, Chen Hongwu advanced, punching upwards with a drilling punch to the man's elbow holding the gun.

The elbow joint snapped in the opposite direction, the white bone fragments piercing the flesh, and the gun fell to the ground.

The man opened his mouth to shout, but Chen Hongwu swept a horizontal punch into his throat, stopping his voice abruptly. He collapsed to his knees like a chicken with its neck choked, and then fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Within five breaths, the four bandits were dead.

The temple fell silent.

All that remained was the heavy breathing of the scarred man.

"Impressive skills." Scarface's voice came from behind the statue, trembling slightly, but the gun remained pointed at the center of the temple. "May I ask which hero is here? Brother, what offense have I committed? Please let me die knowing the truth!"

Chen Hongwu did not answer.

He stood motionless in the darkness.

Scarface's eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, and he could vaguely make out a blurry figure in the center of the temple.

He pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced the figure, but it was only the afterimage of Chen Hongwu left behind.

His true form had already sprung out close to the ground, like a snake, approaching from the blind spot of Scarface's vision.

Snake-shaped.

Scarface sensed something was wrong, turned around abruptly, and switched the gun.

late.

Chen Hongwu's hand was already on the barrel of his gun. With a twist and turn of the barrel, the scarred man's fingers were broken off, and the gun flew out of his hand.

Scarface was a ruthless character. As he threw away his gun, he drew a dagger from his waist with his left hand and stabbed Chen Hongwu in the abdomen.

Chen Hongwu sidestepped the blade and delivered a powerful punch straight to the scarred man's chest.

"puff!"

The fist slammed into the sternum, the force penetrating deep inside, the sound of the sternum cracking like a piece of dry firewood being broken by a foot.

Scarface's eyes suddenly bulged out, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto Chen Hongwu's face.

He did not fall.

Chen Hongwu's second punch has arrived.

It's still a Beng Quan (a type of fist strike), and it's still the same spot on the chest.

Hidden strength.

The punch didn't make a crisp sound, only a dull "thud," like a fist hitting mud. The force penetrated the skin and bones, pierced through the sternum, and shattered the heart.

Scarface froze, his pupils dilated, and he made a hoarse, gasping sound. There was a fist-sized dent in his chest, the flesh had burst open, and bone fragments mixed with blood were gushing out.

He looked down at his chest, then looked up at Chen Hongwu. His lips moved, but he said nothing. He fell straight down.

"Bang!"

Dust flew everywhere.

Chen Hongwu straightened up and exhaled a breath of stale air.

He reached for a match on the table, struck it, and relit the candlestick.

The dim firelight illuminated the mountain god temple.

Five corpses lay scattered, and blood pooled in the blue bricks, forming a small stream.

In the corner, two girls huddled together, trembling. Chen Hongxiu's eyes were wide, her mouth gagged with a rag, making muffled sounds. Xu Wanting kept her head down, unable to look.

Chen Hongwu walked over, squatted down, tore the rags out of their mouths, and cut the hemp rope with a dagger.

"Big brother!" Chen Hongxiu threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "I...I thought I was going to die...those bad people...they said they were going to...waaaah..."

Chen Hongwu patted her on the back without saying a word.

Xu Wanting shrank to one side, biting her lip, tears falling silently. She glanced at Chen Hongwu, her lips trembling a few times, but ultimately said nothing.

"It's alright now." Chen Hongwu stood up. "Can you walk?"

Chen Hongxiu wiped away her tears and nodded. Xu Wanting also slowly stood up, her legs a little weak, and she had to hold onto the wall to steady herself.

Chen Hongwu took off his blood-stained outer garment and draped it over the two girls.

"Walk."

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The three of them left the mountain god temple and walked down the mountain path.

The moonlight was mostly obscured by clouds, and the mountain path was rugged and difficult to traverse. Chen Hongwu walked ahead, holding Chen Hongxiu's hand in one hand and Xu Wanting's hand in the other.

"Big brother, why did you come alone?" Chen Hongxiu asked in a low voice.

"Hurry up and talk less."

Chen Hongxiu pursed her lips and obediently shut up.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a strong smell of blood suddenly wafted in on the night breeze.

Immediately afterwards, screams came from afar.

The sounds of wailing and screaming rose and fell, mixed with gunshots and the low growls of some kind of wild beast.

Chen Hongwu paused in his steps.

Mandrill.

"Hide well and don't make a sound." Chen Hongwu released the two girls' hands and whispered, "No matter what you hear, don't come out."

Chen Hongxiu's face turned deathly pale: "Big brother..."

"obedient."

Chen Hongwu turned around and rushed towards the direction from which the smell of blood was coming.

He walked through a thicket of bushes, and the scene before him made his pupils shrink.

On the mountain path, seven or eight corpses lay scattered about. Chen's guards, dressed in short jackets, still held guns in their hands. Some had their heads smashed open, some had caved-in chests, and some were torn in two.

Liu Kun leaned against a large tree, covered in blood, the pistol in his hand still smoking. Standing in front of him was the mandrill, over three meters tall, with black hair like steel needles, protruding fangs, and eerie green eyes that glowed in the darkness.

Liu Kun spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed, "That beast has really come to his senses! He's deliberately going against the Chen family. He smelled the scent as soon as he left the city, damn it!"

A guard rushed up from the side, raising his gun to fire. The mandrill slapped him across the face, sending the man's head spinning 360 degrees. His body flew more than ten steps away, crashing into a tree trunk and sliding down like a rag doll.

Liu Kun pulled the trigger, and the bullet struck the mandrill in the face. The mandrill closed its eyes; its face was broken in several places, but it only shook its head and continued walking towards Liu Kun.

Liu Kun's gun jammed.

He drew the dagger from his waist, gritted his teeth, and prepared to fight to the death.

Just then, a figure rushed out of the darkness.