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

Chen Hongwu took a step forward.

A surge of malevolent energy erupted with this step, like an invisible tide, pressing down on Liang Fangwu.

The concept of "presence" isn't some mystical element found in fantasy novels; it's a real thing.

People in high positions who wield great power often issue orders, which naturally fosters an air of superiority and unquestionable authority.

A butcher who has spent his whole life slaughtering pigs can make the pigs tremble just by standing in front of the pigpen. The same is true of martial artists; a boxer who has just killed someone exudes a chilling aura that can instill fear in others.

To strike a man, first strike him in the gut; Chen Hongwu's move was to seize the initiative.

Liang Fangwu stood still, motionless.

He began learning martial arts at the age of seven, first showed his talent at fifteen, and after twenty, he traveled the world, killing countless bandits. The number of souls he had killed far exceeded that of Chen Hongwu. This murderous aura struck him like waves crashing against rocks, shattering into dust.

"Come on," Liang Fangwu said.

Without hesitation, Chen Hongwu unleashed his Tiger-Style Chopping Fist.

The fist struck like an axe, accompanied by a deep tiger's roar, aimed straight for Liang Fangwu's face. Internal force was channeled into it, causing his muscles and bones to resonate, and a crisp sound exploded in the air.

Liang Fangwu neither dodged nor avoided the punch; he flipped his right hand, spread his five fingers, and took the punch head-on.

Their fists collided with a muffled "thud," and the blue bricks beneath their feet cracked simultaneously.

Chen Hongwu's arm went numb, and his body leaned back slightly. Liang Fangwu's strength was heavier and more profound than he had imagined.

Liang Fangwu's boxing style is based on Southern Shaolin Buddhist boxing, and integrates the essence of five Southern boxing styles: Cai, Li, Fo, Hong, and Liu, forming the Liang family Buddhist boxing lineage.

Buddhist boxing emphasizes "entering martial arts through Zen, and cultivating Zen through martial arts," with palm and hammer techniques as its core. This palm strike caught his chopping fist, but the force was like mercury seeping into the ground, penetrating his arm and threatening to break his bones.

Chen Hongwu stepped back to deflect the force, while simultaneously thrusting his left fist upwards, aiming directly at Liang Fangwu's armpit and ribs.

Hiss~

The snake-shaped drilling fist moves the arm inwards as if coiling like a snake.

He clenched his fists, fingers naturally spread wide. A loud cracking sound erupted from his knuckles, like a python biting into the bone of a water buffalo.

Liang Fangwu twisted his waist and hips to the side to avoid the attack, and at the same time, his right leg sprang up, delivering a powerful kick to Chen Hongwu's lower abdomen.

"Ugh!"

This kick was fast and ruthless, accompanied by the sound of air being cut.

Chen Hongwu crossed his arms to block, but was kicked back three steps, his feet carving two deep furrows in the blue brick ground.

Liang Fangwu pressed his advantage, but Chen Hongwu advanced instead of retreating.

The splitting fist transforms into the collapsing fist, the collapsing fist into the drilling fist, the five elements fists rotate endlessly, one punch after another, one layer after another.

His boxing style has transcended the level of "one punch at a time" and entered a continuous state—before one punch is finished, the next punch has already begun, and the power is like the rising tide, one wave pushing another.

Liang Fangwu's hands flew, pushing, blocking, parrying, and parrying. His boxing style was expansive, with a long, powerful stance, and every move carried the strength of his entire body.

The power and ferocity of Hung Gar Kung Fu, the long bridge and wide stance of Choy Li Fut, and the internal martial arts techniques of Buddhist Kung Fu are all integrated in him. His fists are not punched, but "pushed" out.

The entire spine, waist, hips, and back exert force simultaneously; the fist is merely the outlet for that force.

The two clashed in the courtyard, exchanging punches and kicks amidst the howling wind.

Chen Hongwu gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

The Liangmen Buddhist Boxing lineage emphasizes the balance of softness and strength, and is divided into two styles: the "Soft Style" and the "Strong Style." The "Soft Style" uses softness to accumulate power, following the "flower girl hand, soft as cotton" approach. The "Strong Style," on the other hand, features a long stance, straight arms, and powerful, forceful strikes.

Swallowing is gentle, spitting is strong; use breath to generate power, and the power reaches the extremities.

With the added benefit of his hard qigong, every punch and kick he makes is incredibly powerful.

Chen Hongwu was forced to retreat repeatedly, blocking with both palms and constantly changing his position with his feet.

After the internal energy flowed through his chest, his defense improved significantly. When Liang Fangwu's fist struck the fur on his arm and chest, some of the force was deflected, but the remaining force still made his bones tremble and his blood surge.

But he didn't panic. Despite being at a disadvantage, his mind grew calmer and calmer. His eyes were like ancient wells, reflecting Liang Fangwu's figure, punches, and footwork, taking in every detail without missing a single detail.

Suddenly, Chen Hongwu twisted his waist, spun around, and positioned his shoulder against Liang Fangwu's midline. In an instant, his right arm retracted, his wrist retreating to his heart, drawing a circle with a whoosh, accumulating power to its peak. With a thud of his heart, he rose and fell in a horse stance, charging towards Liang Fangwu's center.

—Bajiquan, Tieshankao (a style of Chinese martial arts).

Bajiquan emphasizes "striking and striking, hard and direct attacks," close-quarters combat, and using short-range attacks to overcome long-range attacks. This move, "Iron Mountain Strike," is a signature killing move of Bajiquan, where the shoulder strikes the opponent with lightning speed.

But Chen Hongwu's arm suddenly changed in mid-air; before his shoulder arrived, his palm struck out first. Palm down, he flipped his palm and chopped down—the Pi Gua Palm.

With Bajiquan armor, even gods and ghosts are afraid!

The boxing proverb says, "Nothing is left unattended, whether near or far, leaving no room for defense." This is exactly the situation.

Bajiquan is powerful and short, while Piguaquan is long and flowing. Combining the two styles creates a balance of strength and softness, and complements each other's strengths and weaknesses. Chen Hongwu's move first uses the power of Bajiquan to strike close to the body, and then uses the palm techniques of Piguaquan to pull away and strike, thus connecting the two styles together.

Liang Fangwu's pupils contracted slightly. He hadn't expected this young man, who was so skilled in Xingyi Quan, to suddenly switch to Bajiquan's stance, and do so so smoothly. His Buddhist boxing stance was momentarily slowed by the impact and strike.

In that instant, Chen Hongwu's palm blade swept across his chest, its hidden force penetrating deep within.

Liang Fangwu grunted and took a half step back.

Chen Hongwu gave him no chance to catch his breath, taking half a step forward and delivering another powerful shoulder strike. This time, his shoulder slammed into Liang Fangwu's chest with a loud thud, and Liang Fangwu's foot crushed the blue bricks beneath his feet, sending him sliding several feet backward.

He steadied himself and didn't fall. But a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"What a fine display of Bajiquan skills combined with armor." Liang Fangwu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "What's your relationship with Li Shuwen?"

A few years ago, Li Shuwen defeated a Russian strongman in the capital using this Bajiquan style combined with a protective armor, integrating yin and yang, and combining hardness and softness. This elevated Bajiquan to a new level.

"It's alright," Chen Hongwu said.

Liang Fangwu was silent for a moment, then laughed: "It's alright? You locked yourself in the house and managed to fight Xingyi, Bajiquan, and Piguazhang like this? Young man, do you really think I'm a fool?"

He took a deep breath, his muscles tensed violently, his bones cracked, and he seemed to grow larger. His skin took on a dark sheen, as if cast in iron.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter whether I tell you or not."

Liang Fangwu took a step forward, causing the ground to tremble. "I'll kill you, and then everything will be over!"

His right fist slammed towards Chen Hongwu's face, the sound of the wind it generated was like muffled thunder, and the air was compressed into a shriek.

This punch was unchanged, just a straight punch, but its speed and power reached their peak in an instant, like an iron tower suddenly collapsing towards you, leaving you nowhere to hide and no way to take it head-on.

Chen Hongwu took a half step back, blocked with his left arm, and at the same time, he gathered strength in his right arm. His heart contracted and expanded violently, and his hidden force surged towards his right fist like a tide.

Tiger-shaped chopping fist—

Tigers come down!

The two fists collided in mid-air.

"boom!"

A loud bang, like two iron plates slamming together.

The ground beneath their feet exploded simultaneously, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The long robe on Chen Hongwu's arm was shattered by the force, turning into pieces of cloth. Liang Fangwu's fist was torn open, and beads of blood seeped from between his fingers.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Liang Fangwu stood there, his right fist hanging limply at his side, his knuckles shattered.

Chen Hongwu stood in front of him, his left arm hanging down, his shoulder joint dislocated.

Liang Fangwu looked down at his bloodied fist, then looked up at Chen Hongwu, and suddenly laughed.

"Young man, you win."

Chen Hongwu did not speak, but took half a step forward and placed his right hand on Liang Fangwu's chest.

Hidden strength is released and released.

Liang Fangwu's body stiffened, and a muffled sound came from his chest—the force penetrated, and his internal organs trembled.

His eyes widened slightly, and blood welled up from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin.

He slowly slumped down, leaning against the artificial hill, unable to catch his breath.

Chen Hongwu took a step back, and a "crack" sound rang out; his left shoulder had reattached itself.

The internal force healed the injury, and the joint was reset in just one breath. My left arm still hurts, but I can move it now.

Liang Fangwu leaned back against the artificial hill, and suddenly, as if struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, said, "Young man, was that move you just made using the Xin Yi Ba technique?"

Is there a difference?

Chen Hongwu turned around, raised his hand and drew his spear, letting Wang Zhiyuan's body slide down, and strode away.

Behind him, the light in Liang Fangwu's eyes quickly dimmed, and his breath ceased.