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

The spear tip pierced through the three men, blood flowing down the shaft. Chen Hongwu flicked his wrist, the spear vibrated, and the corpses fell to either side, like leaves blown by the wind.

The sound of hurried footsteps was approaching from outside the door.

Without pausing, he turned and stepped onto the windowsill, leaping out. He landed on his toes, channeling his strength into the soles of his feet to dissipate the force of the fall, disappearing as silently as a feather.

A soldier's cry came from the window behind them: "Over here! The killer jumped out the window!"

Gunshots rang out in the night, bullets chasing his footsteps and hitting the blue brick ground, scattering sparks.

Chen Hongwu moved with lightning speed, dodging and weaving between the houses, and in a few leaps he had created a distance of a hundred feet. The soldiers' footwork was no match for him; a person who had cultivated internal strength in his legs could run for miles without stopping.

The sounds of the pursuers grew fainter and fainter, eventually disappearing into the night wind.

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East of the city, the back gate of the Chen family.

The two carriages were already loaded, and the lanterns on the carriage shafts were lowered, obscuring most of the candlelight.

Chen Hongwen stood beside the first carriage, whip in hand, his brow furrowed. Chen Huaijin stood at the door, looking particularly haggard in the night.

"Dad, you should get in the car first," Chen Hongwen said in a low voice.

Chen Huaijin didn't move: "Let Hong Xiu and the others go first. I'll stay here with a few people and wait for your older brother."

"No!" Chen Hongwen exclaimed urgently, "My elder brother instructed that you should go first!"

"He's your older brother, and he's also my son." Chen Huaijin's voice was calm. "He killed someone, so it's only right that I take the fall for him."

He turned to look at Chen Hongwen, his gaze softening slightly: "Hongwen, I know you've always disliked your older brother—"

"Father!" Chen Hongwen abruptly interrupted him, his voice rising sharply, "Don't talk nonsense! I've always respected my elder brother! If he heard you say that, wouldn't he beat me to death?"

Chen Huaijin was taken aback, then smiled, a smile tinged with satisfaction: "Good, good! When brothers are of one mind, their strength can break metal. I don't ask you brothers to support each other in this chaotic world, but I only ask that you don't trip each other up, so that the Chen family line can continue unbroken."

Chen Hongwen opened his mouth, about to speak, when a voice came from the darkness.

"Save the sentimental stuff for Foshan."

Chen Hongwu emerged from the shadows, his clothes stained with blood, but his steps were steady and his breathing even. His gaze swept across the convoy and he saw Chen Hongxiu peering at him through the car window, her eyes swollen like walnuts.

"Big brother!" Chen Hongxiu pushed open the car door and rushed out, throwing herself into his arms and wailing, "I thought you were going to disappear again! I thought you wouldn't come back for days again!"

Chen Hongwu patted her back lightly, but his voice was devoid of emotion: "This is not the time for sentimentality. I killed Wang Yucheng and his son, and Mo Laohu's son also died at my hands."

Chen Huaijin and Chen Hongwen's expressions changed simultaneously.

"Mo Laohu's son..." Chen Huaijin's voice trembled, "That Mo fellow...you killed him?"

"Kill them." Chen Hongwu said calmly, not taking Mo Laohu seriously at all. "His men are not comparable to those third-rate cops in the police station. Most of them are skilled in hand-to-hand combat, have sharp hearing and eyesight, and are excellent marksmen. We must leave before his men can react, otherwise, once we are surrounded, I will have no choice but to temporarily avoid their attacks and fight a guerrilla war with them."

Chen Huaijin took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart: "Get in the car."

Chen Hongxiu quickly slipped out of Chen Hongwu's arms and trotted onto the carriage. She knew that at this time, not causing trouble for her family was the greatest help she could offer.

The convoy started moving, the lanterns were lowered even further, and the horses' hooves were wrapped in cloth to minimize the sound. A dozen or so armed guards stood on both sides of the carriages, their faces tense.

The night was as dark as ink, and the group made their way towards the city gate along the deserted alley.

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The city gate of Sanhai County consists of two heavy iron-clad wooden doors, each weighing at least several hundred kilograms. Normally, it takes four strong men to push them open and close. The hinges are badly rusted, and each turn produces a harsh creaking sound.

Chen Hongwu saw the two doors from afar. He glanced back at the caravan, and Chen Huaijin nodded to him from the second carriage.

Chen Hongwu turned around and walked towards the city gate.

He planted the spear in the ground behind him, walked between the two doors, and braced his hands against the left and right door panels respectively. His feet were apart, his knees slightly bent, his spine straight, and his waist and hips lowered.

Take a deep breath.

The boxing manual says: "Power originates from the ground, with the waist as the axis and the spine as the bow."

The power originates from the soles of the feet, travels through the calves, thighs, waist, hips, and spine, and finally reaches the shoulders and arms. This subtle force permeates the entire body, with every muscle exerting its power simultaneously at the same moment.

He pushed his hands forward.

"boom!"

The iron-clad wooden city gate emitted a muffled growl, its hinges creaking and rustling as iron filings fell.

The two door panels, each weighing over a thousand pounds, slowly separated, as if torn apart by an invisible hand.

Chen Huaijin rode on his horse, watching his son's back. That back, standing in the middle of the gate, was like a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.

Chen Hongwu pushed open a gap large enough for a carriage to pass through and stood sideways.

"Walk."

The convoy filed out, the sound of horses' hooves rapid yet light in the night wind. The guards, spears raised, looked around warily, alert to any movement in their surroundings.

As the last carriage passed through the crack in the door, Chen Hongxiu poked half her head out of the window and called out to Chen Hongwu, "Big Brother!"

Chen Hongwu didn't speak, he just waved to them.

The convoy disappeared on the official road outside the city.

Chen Hongwu withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and pressed against the door panel again, slowly closing the city gate. The hinges creaked again, the sound of sheet metal scraping against each other carrying far into the night sky.

Just as the city gates were closing, his ears twitched as he heard sounds behind him—disorganized footsteps, angry shouts, and the click of a gun bolt being pulled back.

The pursuers are closing in.

"They've left the city! Open the gate! Open the gate now!"

Chen Hongwu lowered the bolt, and four thick iron bars were inserted into the doorway on the left and right. Then he bent down, pulled up the spear from the ground, and leaped up, climbing along the cracks in the city wall. He channeled his inner strength into his fingertips, inserted his fingers into the cracks in the bricks, and nimbly climbed to the top of the city wall like a gecko.

Outside the city gate, the caravan had already gone far away. The lights on the official road grew smaller and smaller, gradually swallowed by the night.

On the other side of the city gate, the sound of pursuers banging on the gate rose and fell.

"Break through! Break through!"

"Pulley! Remove the bolt first!"

"If they escape, the warlord will have us all executed!"

"Chase them! Dead or alive, we must bring them back!"

Chen Hongwu stood atop the city wall, the night wind ruffling his robes. He glanced down at the spear in his hand; the blood at its tip had dried.

"Squeak—" The city gate was pushed open by the combined efforts of the crowd, making a piercing sound.

A dozen soldiers filed out and immediately set off in the direction of the wheel tracks.

Chen Hongwu stood on the city wall, puffing out his chest with his breath. As the air passed through his chest cavity, his chest bulged noticeably, and then his neck suddenly became thick and frighteningly red.

It was as if a large mass of air rose from his lower abdomen and then burst out from his vocal cords.

"snort!"

The loud groan was short and powerful, like a thunderclap rolling through the sky, causing a buzzing vibration throughout the entire area. It seemed that everyone's eardrums were ringing from the groan, their eyes were seeing stars, their minds were scattered, and they could no longer muster any strength.

This is the sound-based striking technique of Bajiquan. It involves gathering energy in the abdomen, then releasing it through the chest and throat in a short, powerful burst like thunder, capable of intimidating the enemy.

The principle is simple, but the effect is amazing.

If, during a fight, in the moment of entanglement, someone blows a sharp, piercing scream into their opponent's ear, it can instantly rupture their eardrum.

When Bruce Lee fought, he would often suddenly scream "Ah-da!" during the fight, which illustrates the same principle.

"Aww—"

A long howl echoed from the distant mountains and forests.