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

"Is it you?"

Li Fuqun's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously took a step back. Last night, the man in black had fierce fist techniques and steel-like finger strength; he had injured Li Fuqun's Jianjing acupoint in a single exchange.

He didn't want to encounter such an opponent a second time.

"Friend, why be so ruthless?" Li Fuqun forced himself to remain calm, his voice hoarse. "We have no past grievances, nor any present enmity. Last night you killed Junior Brother Ma, and I did not stop you. Today, you go your way, and I will go mine; we will have nothing to do with each other."

Chen Hongwu smiled.

"I will kill you not for personal revenge."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his right hand, infusing the straw hat with hidden force, and hurled it out with a whoosh. The edge of the straw hat was like a blade, spinning straight toward Li Fuqun's neck.

Li Fuqun tilted his head to dodge, and the straw hat flew past his ear with a "thud" and embedded itself deeply into the tree trunk behind him.

In that instant, Chen Hongwu made his move.

The dragon leaps and bounds.

His body sprang open like a bowstring, his feet slammed into the ground, his spine swung, and he leaped six or seven meters away like a lobster emerging from the water or a carp leaping over the dragon gate, instantly arriving in front of Li Fuqun.

The boxing manual says: "The dragon form belongs to Yin and can search the bones. The left and right leaping steps use soft skills. The two palms pierce through the flowers and rise and fall. The two legs should switch nimbly."

The Dragon Form, the first of the twelve Xingyi Forms, trains the spine. Chen Hongwu lived among tigers in the mountains and forests, and fought with mountain demons daily; his spine was already as flexible as a dragon. This leap was silent and swift as lightning.

Before Li Fuqun's eyes could see anything, Chen Hongwu had already rushed into the central palace.

The fighting style of Xingyi Quan is to seize the center line and strike the opponent's center point as soon as it starts. It does not dodge or evade, it does not deviate or lean, it advances straight ahead and is relentless.

Li Luoneng, known as "Divine Fist," comprehended the true essence of Xingyi Quan from Xinyi Quan, changed his fighting style, and instead of altering his lateral movements, launched all frontal attacks.

Its momentum is overwhelming, with each form surpassing the last. Guo Yunshen's Half-Step Crushing Fist conquered the world precisely because of this overwhelming momentum.

Chen Hongwu unleashed a flurry of punches, one with a chopping fist and the other with a slamming fist, both aimed at Li Fuqun's chest.

Li Fuqun, as expected of a master of Cai Li Fo, remained calm under pressure. He leaned back and simultaneously sprang up his right leg, delivering a powerful "heart-piercing kick" towards Chen Hongwu's abdomen. The kick was swift and ruthless, the toes whistling through the air.

Chen Hongwu neither dodged nor evaded, but instead delivered a downward punch that landed with a "smack" on Li Fuqun's shin. The hidden force penetrated, and Li Fuqun felt as if his shinbone had been struck by an iron rod; the excruciating pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

But he did not back down.

Cai Li Fo Kung Fu is known for its fierce and powerful style. Li Fuqun had been a notorious outlaw for many years, relying on his ruthlessness.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, his left hand forming a claw as he reached for Chen Hongwu's face, while at the same time he drew a dagger from his waist with his right hand and stabbed Chen Hongwu in the abdomen.

One claw and one knife, attacking from above and below.

A long roar erupted from Chen Hongwu's chest, as resonant as a dragon's cry. He exhaled sharply, and his fist shot out from his mouth.

The chopping fist transformed into a drilling fist, moving upwards, bypassing Li Fuqun's claws, and heading straight for his throat.

The force arrives before the fist.

Li Fuqun felt a chill in his throat, as if something had locked it, and his breath caught in his throat. He hurriedly withdrew his claws to defend himself, changing the direction of his dagger and slashing towards Chen Hongwu's arm.

Chen Hongwu's arm moved like a snake, twisting in mid-air to avoid the blade. At the same time, his other hand made an eagle-shaped chopping grab, his five fingers gripping Li Fuqun's wrist joint, releasing a burst of hidden force.

"Click."

The wrist bone shattered, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Li Fuqun screamed and instinctively leaned back. Chen Hongwu seized the opportunity to step forward and deliver a powerful punch straight to his chest.

"puff!"

A fist slammed into the sternum, the force penetrating deep within. The sound of the sternum cracking was muffled and short. Li Fuqun's eyes bulged out, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering it all over Chen Hongwu.

One look, and he was dead.

Li Fuqun's body slumped down, his eyes still open, his pupils dilated.

He never understood why this young man's kung fu was so fast and so fierce, even until his death.

Chen Hongwu retracted his fist and settled into a stance, exhaling a long breath of stale air.

He looked down at Li Fuqun's corpse, his face expressionless.

"National martial arts rely on national strength and power to strengthen techniques." He muttered to himself, "Victory through force is not as good as victory through wisdom; victory through wisdom is not as good as victory through momentum. The overall momentum and spirit are unstoppable, awe-inspiring and overwhelming, like an unstoppable tide."

If there is no nation in one's heart, then there is no nation in one's mind, and no nation in one's fist. Such a fist can never attain enlightenment.

His past life's act of killing in a fit of rage and breaking the law does not mean he was unpatriotic. On the contrary, those he killed—corrupt officials, bureaucrats, and accomplices of capital—were the real parasites on the nation.

Besides them, the task is to eliminate harmful pests for the country. It's just a pity that human strength is sometimes limited. In the past life, I couldn't kill all the parasites in the world. In this life, I will kill every traitor I encounter.

Chen Hongwu stopped looking at Li Fuqun's body and strode towards Sanhai County.

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The Chen family residence.

At the main gate, the police station's gun barrels were pointed at the Chen family's gate. More than twenty police officers, armed with both long and short guns, their dark muzzles gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Vice Captain Zhou Shirong stood at the front, hands on his hips, looking arrogant. He was a man in his early thirties, not tall but very strong, with a face full of fat, and a smile that made him look like a smiling tiger.

Chen Huaijin stood inside the threshold, with the few remaining guards of the Chen family behind him. Guns were pointed at each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Captain Zhou, what do you mean by this?" Chen Huaijin's voice was calm, but his eyes held anger. "Are you surrounding my Chen family with guns to ransack our property?"

Zhou Shirong smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Master Chen, you've misunderstood. We're here on the orders of the county magistrate to apprehend a wanted criminal. Captain Ma was murdered last night, and your son, Chen Hongwu, is a prime suspect. We must take him back for questioning. If you do us a favor, we'll finish our mission, and it'll save you trouble."

"Apprehend a wanted criminal?" Chen Huaijin sneered. "My son stayed home all night and didn't go anywhere. What evidence do you have that he committed murder?"

"As for evidence, we'll only know after we investigate," Zhou Shirong said calmly. "Mr. Chen, please don't make things difficult for us. The county magistrate said he's just taking him back for questioning, and will release him once the facts are clear. If you obstruct him, that would be obstructing official business."

Chen Huaijin's face turned ashen, and he was about to speak when a voice came from behind him.

"Father, let me do it."

Chen Hongwu walked out of the courtyard.

His clothes were still damp with dew and bits of grass, as if he had just come back from outside. Chen Huaijin noticed this and his heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and stepped aside.

Chen Hongwu's appearance was like a tiger walking between a wolf and a porcupine in a standoff.

The stalemate was broken in an instant.

He didn't speak, but walked to the door, stopped, and looked at Zhou Shirong.

Zhou Shirong's smile froze.

He felt as if he were being stared at by an extremely ferocious beast—those eyes were calm and indifferent, devoid of any emotion, yet they sent chills down his spine and made his hair stand on end.

"Chen... Chen Hongwu..." Zhou Shirong's voice trembled slightly, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his calves began to shake.

He wanted to say, "Come with me," but the words wouldn't come out. The young face was expressionless, yet he felt an overwhelming pressure.

It wasn't murderous intent, but rather an aura. An imposing and unassailable aura, as vast as a mountain and as boundless as the sea.

He has honed his kung fu to the bone; his spirit and intention are evident in every movement, which exudes the essence of kung fu.

Zhou Shirong took a step back, his hand trembling as he lost his grip on the gun.

"Get out." Chen Hongwu uttered a single word.

Zhou Shirong felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He turned and ran, stumbling and falling. The police officers behind him exchanged bewildered glances and followed suit. Guns were put away, the ranks dispersed, and in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the area in front of the Chen family's gate was completely clear.

Chen Huaijin stood inside the threshold, looking at his son's broad back, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Does practicing martial arts really bring about such a significant change?

He suddenly felt that he no longer recognized his son.

Chen Hongwu turned around and nodded to Chen Huaijin: "Father, come inside and let's talk."

He stepped over the threshold and strode into the courtyard.

The tiger lay on the porch, glanced up at him, and then lazily lay back down.

Chen Hongwu squatted down and touched the tiger's head.

The tiger's snoring was deep and continuous, and the same vibrations came from his chest. With each breath, man and tiger resonated with each other.

Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound has improved to another level.