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

The burly man's fist was still hanging in mid-air, the red spots on his knuckles looking like he had been stung by a swarm of bees, and the stinging pain made his whole arm tremble.

Chen Hongwu stood there, his clothes were torn at the side where he had been hit, but the skin underneath was completely unharmed, not even blushing.

The internal energy in both waists has been activated.

From the back to the chest, and from the chest to the waist, the hidden strength grows like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil, segment by segment.

Practicing boxing is like a seedling sprouting in spring; its growth is imperceptible, yet it grows daily.

Chen Hongwu has trained diligently to this point, experiencing the terror of life and death. Those experiences of being caught in a hail of bullets and splattered with blood have been etched into his bones and become nourishment for his martial arts.

He spread his fingers wide and suddenly jerked his fists together. The fists clenched tightly, producing a series of explosive sounds. A strong wind suddenly arose, and the lime powder that had been kicked up around him was blown away as if swept away by an invisible hand.

This move is called "The Rooster Shakes Its Feathers".

The chicken-shaped shaking motion, like a bird flapping its wings, moves the whole body in unison, with power reaching the four extremities.

It is said that Li Shuwen was practicing martial arts indoors when his body trembled, causing a strong wind to blow, tearing all the paper windows and extinguishing all the candles inside.

Although Chen Hongwu has not yet reached that terrifying level, he has already acquired some of the grandmaster's imposing presence.

With a shake, his clothes fluttered, his joints throbbed, and he looked like an iron tower standing in the eye of a storm.

The skinny man and the burly man both took a step back.

"Go!" the skinny man shouted, turning around and rushing towards the bushes beside the official road. He moved with agility, using the White Crane Step, his toes touching the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water, and in the blink of an eye he had darted more than ten feet away.

The burly man also moved, his Hung Kuen snake-like steps gliding along the ground, his waist and hips twisting, his body almost touching the road, rushing straight into the dense forest on the other side.

The two fled in different directions, leaving no way out.

Chen Hongwu was not about to give up so easily.

His fists determine skill and even life and death. They're not something you can just come and go as you please.

He lowered his body, his spine arched like a great dragon, and then suddenly sprang back.

Dragon-shaped leap!

He leaped into the air, arriving before the skinny man in an instant. The skinny man heard the whoosh behind him, whirled around, and was about to unleash his White Crane Spread Wings attack when Chen Hongwu's hand was already on the top of his head.

Five fingers, like iron hooks, gripped the top of the head.

Hidden strength is released and released.

"Snap!"

The sound of the skull cracking was like crushing a walnut. The thin man's body stiffened abruptly, his knees buckled, and he shrunk by half.

His head was forcibly pressed into his chest cavity, his cervical vertebrae were broken, and fragments of his cervical bone pierced through his flesh, with blood flowing down his neck.

The skinny man stood frozen in place for a moment, then fell forward, face down on the ground, and remained motionless.

Chen Hongwu stopped and turned around.

The burly man had already run more than ten feet away and was now burying his head in the woods.

Without hesitation, Chen Hongwu took a step forward, his body moving like an arrow released from a bow. He channeled his inner strength into his feet, leaving a series of shallow footprints on the ground, as if they had been trampled by a cow's hoof.

The burly man felt a chill run down his spine as he heard footsteps getting closer and closer behind him.

He turned around abruptly and saw that Chen Hongwu was already within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of him, so fast that he could hardly believe his eyes.

He didn't have time to turn around, so he could only throw a backhand punch behind him.

The "Upside-down Golden Bell" of Hung Kuen uses the twisting motion of the waist and hips to generate power, with the fist whistling through the air as it heads straight for Chen Hongwu's face.

Chen Hongwu neither dodged nor evaded, but met the attack with a punch. The two fists collided in mid-air with a loud "bang." The burly man's arm felt as if it had hit an iron pillar, his fist was torn open, and his wrist creaked under the strain.

He staggered, leaned back, and before he could regain his footing, Chen Hongwu's second punch had already landed.

Crushing Fist!

Half-step Crushing Fist!

Chen Hongwu took a half step forward, twisted his waist and hips, and launched his spine forward, concentrating all his strength into one point, striking the burly man's chest.

"puff!"

The burly man's sternum emitted a dull thud, like a wooden box being struck by a hammer. His chest cavity visibly caved in, and the sound of his ribs cracking echoed from his chest down his back.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, bubbling like water spurting from a drowning person.

His body flew backward three feet, crashed to the ground, and slid for more than ten feet before coming to a stop.

A long trail of blood was left on the ground.

The burly man lay on his back on the ground, a large section of his chest caved in, blood still oozing from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were half-open, the pupils beginning to dilate, but he was still breathing.

The burly man's lips moved, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out of a broken bellows: "A wild goose leaves its name as it flies by... A person leaves their voice as they pass by... I... Zhang Yuqi... known in the martial arts world as... Ghost Eye Liang..."

Chen Hongwu was taken aback.

Zhang Yuqi, Ghost Eye Liang.

He had heard of this name before: the leader of the Wuzhou Protectorate and Guards Corps, a master of Hung Kuen, who had terrorized Wuzhou for many years, oppressing the local people, bullying men and women, and was a notorious tyrant.

But his most famous crime was killing Wong Fei-hung's second son, Wong Hon-sam.

Huang Hansen is highly skilled in martial arts, inheriting his father's style.

Zhang Yuqi repeatedly challenged Huang Hansheng to martial arts duels, but was defeated each time, harboring resentment. Later, at a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, he deliberately got Huang Hansheng drunk and shot him dead when he was off guard, then lied and claimed it was "self-defense."

The son of a martial arts master died under the sneak attack of a villain.

He dragged the two bodies to the roadside and threw them into the bushes. Then he dusted off his hands and continued walking towards Foshan, following the tire tracks.

After walking for about two hours, a large area of ​​houses and cooking smoke finally appeared ahead.

We've arrived in Foshan.

Compared to Sanhai County, Foshan's streets are much wider, and the bluestone pavement is worn smooth and shiny by pedestrians and vehicles.

Shops lined the street, one after another, their signs hanging at varying heights: teahouses, cloth shops, rice shops, pawnshops, blacksmith shops—you name it, they had it.

On the street, there were scholars in long gowns, coolies in short jackets, compradors in Western suits, and martial monks in monk robes.

Foshan is the hometown of martial arts, with martial arts schools everywhere. Walking on the street, you can see martial arts practitioners with straight backs and steady steps everywhere.

The shouts of vendors rose and fell. The vendor selling wonton noodles carried his load on a shoulder pole, steaming hot vapor rising from the pot; the vendor selling sugar paintings squatted by the roadside, his copper spoon moving swiftly across the iron plate; the acrobats set up their stalls on the street corner, calling out, "Ladies and gentlemen, those with money, please support us financially; those without money, please support us with your presence!"

Chen Hongwu walked slowly, his gaze sweeping across the street. He saw several young men dressed in white training uniforms coming out of a martial arts school, with black belts around their waists. Their steps were steady and powerful, and their temples were slightly bulging, clearly indicating that they had reached the level of Ming Jin (manifested strength).

Just then, a newsboy emerged from the crowd, a canvas bag slung around his neck, waving a newspaper: "Extra! Extra! The Guangzhou Jingwu Association has sent people to give lectures and vigorously promote the spread of Northern Kung Fu to the South!"

Chen Hongwu stopped him: "Give me a newspaper."

The newsboy handed him a newspaper, took the coin, and turned to run. He was running so fast that he wasn't watching where he was going and crashed into a foreigner with a thud.

The foreigner was nearly six feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, wearing a beige suit with the collar unbuttoned, revealing his thick neck. He was bumped into, looked down at his shoes that the newsboy had dirtied, and his face immediately darkened.

"Are you blind?" He grabbed the newsboy by the collar, lifted the skinny boy up like a chick, and punched the newsboy in the face with his other fist.

The newsboy was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

Before the punch could land, a foot had already kicked the foreigner in the chest.

"Bang!"

The foreigner grunted, his entire body flying off the ground and crashing several steps backward into the middle of the road. He struggled to get up, but felt as if he had been hit in the chest with a hammer, and could barely breathe.

The newsboy stood there, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a person standing in front of him.

Chen Hongwu withdrew his foot and looked down at the newsboy: "Are you alright?"

The newsboy shook his head, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Chen Hongwu turned around, picked up the newspaper again, and unfolded it.

The front page headline read in large print: "Funakoshi Gichin Challenges Wong Fei-hung," followed by smaller print: "Japanese karate master declares Lingnan martial arts utterly ineffective, willing to settle the matter in three rounds. Those who refuse the challenge can simply concede in public."

The cause of this incident was quite simple: after the May Fourth Movement broke out, a boycott of Japanese goods was launched throughout Guangdong and Foshan, and anti-Japanese sentiment was strong among the people, resulting in a significant contraction in trade with Japanese businesses.

Martial arts schools are the maintainers of grassroots order in Foshan. The Japanese, whose interests have been greatly harmed, naturally believed that as long as they could subdue these martial arts school instructors, they could eliminate anti-Japanese sentiment among the people and salvage Japanese business transactions.