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

Chen Hongwu looked down at the person sitting on the ground and repeated his name: "Ip Man?"

"That's right." Ip Man stood up, brushed the dirt off his clothes, and bowed to Chen Hongwu.

Ip Man.

The Liang Bik lineage of Wing Chun, a grandmaster of Wing Chun in Foshan, a great martial arts master, with disciples all over the world.

Bruce Lee, the world-renowned superstar who later became a household name, was trained by him.

However, Ip Man is still young, only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He has just established himself in Foshan and has not yet founded his own school.

He was a disciple of Liang Bi, and learned Wing Chun, which evolved from Yongchun White Crane Boxing. His stances were solid and his techniques were delicate. The few moves he made just now had already shown his skill.

"You know me?" Ip Man was somewhat surprised. He believed that although he had some fame in Foshan, he was far from being a household name.

"I've heard of it." Chen Hongwu didn't elaborate.

Ip Man clasped his hands in a fist salute: "May I ask who you are? I just saw your boxing stance was wide and powerful, with force penetrating like needles. May I ask which branch of Xingyi Quan you are?"

"Chen Hongwu".

Ip Man paused for a moment, then a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes: "You're Chen Hongwu? The Chen Hongwu who killed Mo Laohu's son in Sanhai County?"

Chen Hongwu glanced at him: "You've heard about it too?"

"It's more than just heard about it." Ip Man gave a wry smile. "The news of you killing Leung Fong-wu has spread throughout Foshan. Leung Fong-wu has been operating in the martial arts world of Guangdong and Guangxi for many years, with disciples all over the country and countless old friends. Now, I don't know how many people are vowing to take revenge on you."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, Tiger Mo has posted a bounty in Guangzhou, offering ten thousand silver dollars for your head. Right now, Brother Chen, you're considered... extremely popular in the entire Guangdong martial arts world."

Chen Hongwu frowned. He had been practicing his martial arts under the waterfall these past few days, oblivious to everything else, and he hadn't heard of Mo Rongxin's bounty.

"If Liang Fangwu's disciples want revenge, that's their business," Chen Hongwu said calmly. "The same goes for Mo Laohu's bounty. No matter what the winds blow, I will remain unmoved."

Ip Man looked at him, his gaze now showing a hint of scrutiny: "Brother Chen, you have quite the spirit."

Ip Man was seven or eight years older than Chen Hongwu, but he addressed Chen as "Brother Chen" very naturally.

Just as Chen Hongwu was about to speak, suddenly—the pores on his back all popped open.

A chill rose from the tailbone, traveling up the spine and straight to the top of the head.

Without thinking, his body moved. He reached out and grabbed Ip Man's waist, and the two rolled to the side at the same time.

"call out!"

A bullet grazed the spot where Chen Hongwu had just been standing and struck the rock behind him, sending shards of rock flying and sparks flying.

"There's an assassin!" Ip Man reacted quickly, landing in a Wing Chun stance and scanning the direction from which the bullets came.

Chen Hongwu did not stop. He released Ip Man, sprang up, and rose into the air like a dragon, skimming the ground as he rushed into the woods.

Dragon Form Body Technique!

His spine twisted like a dragon, his limbs exerted force alternately, and every step he took was accompanied by a twist of his waist and hips. He would rise as soon as his toes touched the ground, and his speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

Tree trunks and bushes rushed past him on either side, his ears picked up the direction of the gunshots, and his eyes locked onto a shadow deep in the forest.

The gunman changed positions, but didn't run far.

The second shot came, the bullet piercing through a clump of branches and hitting the tree trunk behind him.

Chen Hongwu's movements didn't falter; he had already locked onto the gunman's position while moving.

Thirty paces to the left and ahead, behind a pine tree. The gunman's breathing was unsteady, and his reload speed was not fast enough.

"He's just an ordinary person," Chen Hongwu concluded.

He leaped into the air, bracing himself against a pine tree trunk to change direction and cut into the gunman's blind spot.

The "Piercing Palm" change of direction in Bagua footwork is also called "Hidden Flower Under the Leaves". His figure shuttles among the branches, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes high, sometimes low, like an eagle darting through the canopy.

The gunman finally panicked and fired two shots, but the bullets missed.

Just as he was about to turn and run away, Chen Hongwu was already behind him.

He reached out with one hand, fingers spread, and gripped the gunman's shoulder.

"Snap!"

The sound of a shoulder dislocating was crisp and short. The gunman screamed as his rifle fell from his hand and hit the ground.

Chen Hongwu didn't stop. He reached out with his other hand, grabbed his other arm, and twisted and shook it.

"Crack!" The other shoulder joint was also dislocated.

The gunman's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. Chen Hongwu raised his foot, his toes touching the inside of the gunman's left and right knees with perfect precision.

Two sharp "crack" sounds rang out almost simultaneously. The gunman's knees dislocated, his patella dislocated, and his legs became as limp as noodles, unable to stand up again.

All four limbs are completely useless!

Chen Hongwu grabbed the gunman by the back of his collar with one hand and dragged him out of the woods.

Ip Man stood by the pool and watched as Chen Hongwu carried the man to an open area; the whole process took only a few breaths.

He was dumbfounded.

A man, bare-handed, broke the limbs of a gunman in the dense forest and dragged him out without a single wound on his body.

Chen Hongwu threw the gunman on the ground and squatted down.

"Who sent you?"

The gunman, his face pale and covered in sweat, trembled with pain as he stammered, "I...I did it myself..."

"You came alone?" Chen Hongwu looked at him calmly. "You want to kill me?"

"The bounty..." the gunman's teeth chattered, "Ten thousand silver dollars... I heard about it in Foshan, so... so I came to try my luck... I never expected..."

He glanced at Chen Hongwu, then quickly lowered his head: "I have a gun, and I feel... I feel that no matter how skilled I am in martial arts, I can't stop a bullet..."

Chen Hongwu didn't respond. Ip Man, standing to the side, sighed, "Haven't you heard about what happened in Sanhai County? Mo Laohu had dozens of guns under his command and couldn't kill him. You think you can get lucky with just one gun and yourself?"

The gunman's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

Chen Hongwu stood up and glanced at the gunman on the ground: "You're unlucky."

Chen Hongwu raised his foot and struck the gunman in the throat, instantly shattering his throat bone and killing him.

After dealing with the gunmen, Chen Hongwu realized that this was not a place to stay for long.

He had just finished practicing his martial arts and his strength had not fully recovered. If a master had come earlier, it would have been difficult for him to defeat the opponent without injury.

Ip Man followed behind him, the two of them walking down the mountain path, one in front of the other.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Ip Man suddenly spoke up: "Brother Chen, you still need to be careful lately. There are countless people watching you, both openly and secretly. If you can deal with one today, there might be ten or twenty tomorrow."

Chen Hongwu kept walking: "One comes, one is beaten. Ten come, ten are beaten."

Ip Man was silent for a moment, then chuckled, "What spirit!"

He paused, then added, "The Foshan Martial Arts Association is having a gathering these next couple of days. If you're interested, you can come and take a look."