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

The tea is still warm.

Chen Hongwu picked up the rough porcelain teacup and took a slow sip. As the tea went down his throat, he slightly lifted his eyelids, his gaze passing over the rim of the bowl and landing on the Hung Kuen disciple on the stage.

Lin Xingwu stood in the center of the ring, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, his fingers slightly bent, and the calluses on his hands as thick as coins. His feet were neither too far apart nor too far apart, his knees slightly bent, and his center of gravity was centered in his groin.

The standard Hung Kuen Four Point Golden Pole Stance.

"I am Lin Xingwu, a disciple of Hung Kuen." He announced his name again, his voice loud and clear, echoing throughout the hall.

Chen Hongwu put down his teacup.

The instant the bowl touched the table, his breath suddenly surged from his chest and abdomen, originating from his waist, traveling up his spine, passing through his shin, rushing to his occipital bone, and straight to his temples.

His gaze flashed toward the arena, piercing Lin Xingwu's pupils like a knife.

"Knock knock knock!"

Lin Xingwu's heart skipped a beat.

He felt as if he wasn't standing on a ring, but rather on the edge of a cliff, with an abyss beneath his feet and thunder above him.

Chen Hongwu was merely sitting below the stage, glancing up at him, yet he felt as if the other stood atop a towering height, looking down like an eagle eyeing a rabbit, or a tiger surveying a sheep.

This is a high-level skill in boxing techniques, witnessed by witnesses.

The eyes are the sprout of the heart, and the spirit is the commander of the qi. Those who practice martial arts must first train their eyes; where the eyes go, the spirit follows, and where the spirit goes, the qi follows. The art of eye-based combat, simply put, is to gather the essence, qi, and spirit of the whole body into the eyes, and use the gaze to strike.

The boxing manual says, "Seeing with your eyes, you are captivated by the spirit."

In the past, when the Northern Hero Li Cunyi was escorting goods, he encountered bandits. He stood in front of the carriage without saying a word, and with just a glance, the three ruthless bandits immediately dropped their knives and fled.

Xue Dian specifically discussed the practice of eye contact in his book "The True Interpretation of Pictographic Boxing". Every morning, facing the rising sun, first close your eyes, then slowly open them, letting your gaze meet the sunlight. Over time, your eyes will naturally become sharp.

Back when Xue Dian fought with someone, a single glance from him could cause the opponent to feel a stinging pain in their eyes and be shaken to their core.

"Are you asking for advice?"

Chen Hongwu's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, like a bronze bell resonating in their chests.

"Or is it for revenge?"

To strike someone, first strike their courage; once their courage is broken, thirty percent of your skill is lost.

Lin Xingwu was already showing signs of fear: "What...what are your plans? And what are your plans for revenge?"

"When seeking guidance, I will naturally stop short of making a point."

"If it's for revenge—"

Chen Hongwu paused for a moment.

"It not only determines who is superior, but also decides life and death!"

The moment those eight words were uttered, the entire room fell silent. No one doubted Chen Hongwu's ruthlessness, including Lin Xingwu.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Chen Hongwu marched all the way from Sanhai County, killing gods and Buddhas alike in his path, his reputation for power and prestige as overwhelming as surging waves.

Lin Xingwu was caught in a dilemma, his voice hesitant: "Zhang Yuqi... is my senior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Hongwu made his move.

This movement was incredibly fast.

He swayed, his feet barely touching the ground, and he shot off like an arrow from a bowstring. With a twist of his waist and hips, his spine like a dragon, his feet gliding across the ground as he flashed onto the ring from the side.

Dragon-like leaps and bounds, snake-like movements!

In the twelve forms of Xingyi, the dragon form trains the spine, and the snake form trains the body.

The dragon-shaped leap is a vertical power exertion, allowing for a leap of several meters; the snake-like movement is a horizontal movement, running close to the ground. Chen Hongwu combined the two forms, cutting in from the side with such speed that it was almost impossible for the human eye to detect.

Lin Xingwu only felt a dark shadow flash past the corner of his eye, but had not yet reacted.

Chen Hongwu has already appeared in front of him!

"what!"

Lin Xingwu was terrified and instinctively opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

The moment his throat moved and his breath caught in his throat, Chen Hongwu's fist had already arrived.

Tiger-shaped chopping fist!

With a flick of his wrist, a tiger's roar exploded, shaking the beams and pillars of the entire hall. The martial artists closest to the arena all paled, their eardrums throbbing with pain.

The moment Lin Xingwu opened his mouth, a gust of wind, like an invisible wall, forcefully forced its way into his mouth. The breath was trapped in his throat, and he couldn't utter a sound. Chen Hongwu's hand was already on his head!

Eagle-shaped slashing claw!

The tiger-style chopping fist splits mountains and shatters rocks, while the eagle-style seizing strikes break tendons and crush bones. The tiger-style opens the way, while the eagle-style follows closely behind, locking down its prey. This combination of two forms is the most ferocious and deadly series of killing moves in Xingyi Quan.

Chen Hongwu spread his five fingers, his joints cracking, his fingertips like steel hooks, gripping Lin Xingwu's skull. With a chop and a grab, he perfectly demonstrated the essence of the four-word technique of "light strike, heavy return".

The boxing manual says: "Autumn is the season when eagles are most triumphant, and they rely entirely on the strength of their talons to catch rabbits; the yang energy in the kidneys passes through three gates, replenishes the essence and nourishes the brain, entering the Niwan point."

The hidden force, like a needle in a thread, penetrates the skull and enters the brain marrow.

"Snap!"

The sound of the skull cracking was crisp and short.

At the same time, Chen Hongwu's other hand was also busy.

The powerful punch aimed straight at his chest!

Half-step Crushing Fist!

Back in his prison days, Master Guo Yunshen practiced boxing while wearing shackles. Due to the shackles, he could only take half a step, and it was within that half step that he perfected the Bengquan (Crushing Fist) technique. Within that half step, no one could stop him; hence the saying, "Half-step Bengquan conquers the world!"

Chen Hongwu's punch embodied the essence of Master Guo's fist technique. He took a half step forward, twisted his waist and hips, and sprang up his spine, concentrating all his strength into one point.

"Bang!"

Lin Xingwu's sternum thudded, and his chest cavity visibly caved in. His eyes bulged out, pupils dilated, and blood gushed from his mouth.

His body felt like it had been hit by a cannonball, and he flew backward, crashing into a pillar at the edge of the ring.

The pillar cracked with a "crack," and his body slid limply to the ground. Five finger-sized holes were visible in his head, blood mixed with brain matter seeping out; a large chunk of his chest had caved in, with bone fragments piercing through his flesh, their white flesh exposed.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils had already dilated.

Breathe!

In just one exchange, Lin Xingwu was beaten to death on the ring!

Too fast! Too strong! The killing intent is too strong!

The room was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

The martial arts masters who had been gossiping moments before were now deathly pale. Cheng Yueru covered her mouth, her fingers trembling slightly. Wu Zhongsu gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, leaving five finger marks on the wood.

Ruan Qishan opened his mouth wide. "Is this what you mean by only having a superficial understanding of Bengquan?"

Chen Hongwu stopped and looked around.

His gaze swept over the Hung Kuen disciples, over the Choy Li Fut disciples, and over everyone from the White Eyebrow Fist, the Hsia Family Fist, and the Wing Chun. His gaze was calm, like a still well, but everyone he looked at felt a chill run down their spine.

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Who else—"

"You want to come looking for revenge against me, Chen? I'll take care of you all today."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly in the deathly silent main hall.

No one answered.

Iron Finger Chen sat among the Hung Kuen disciples, his hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly, before finally lowering his head and not daring to speak.

Standing on the stage, Li Su looked at Chen Hongwu's back with a complicated expression. Finally, he sighed and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Chen Hongwu: "Master Chen, Hongsheng Hall admits defeat. All previous grievances are wiped clean."

Chen Hongwu turned around, stepped off the stage, and returned to his seat. The tea on the table was still warm, and he drank it all in one gulp.

Ip Man, Ruan Qishan, and the others were just about to strike up a conversation.

"Yosh! Looks like everyone's here!"