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

He's grinding.

Mo Chensheng's physical strength.

A boxing master in his fifties may have strong bones and muscles, but his stamina is certainly not as good as that of a thirty-year-old.

This was Yoshinobu Funakoshi's true plan: not to compete for a single move, but to wear down his opponent through sheer physical exertion.

"He knows that Master Chen is old and not as physically strong as him," Ip Man's voice lowered a few decibels, "and wants to wage a war of attrition."

Chen Hongwu shook his head, "Physical strength may decline with age, but combat experience increases accordingly."

The pace of the subsequent matches was extremely fast.

Yoshinobu Funakoshi kept moving, dodging left and right, alternating between front kicks, side kicks, and spinning kicks. Each kick wasn't intended to break through Chen Sheng's defense, but only to force Chen Sheng to move his feet and raise his arms to block. Chen Sheng's bridge hand remained powerful and steady, blocking each move as firmly as an iron gate, but each block consumed a portion of his strength.

"Smack!" "Bang!" "Smack!"

Two figures clashed repeatedly on the ring. The sounds of hands and feet striking each other were as dense as drumbeats.

Chen Sheng suddenly roared, stomped his foot on the table, and leaped into the air, his right fist cleaving down like an axe splitting a mountain.

Samsung is ridiculous! Long Bridge and Big Axe!

This is the Pi Gua Fist technique from the Choy Li Fut Long Bridge Big Horse style. It is inspired by the idea of ​​chopping with an axe, where the entire body strikes downwards from mid-air, channeling all the body weight into a single punch.

The force originates from the waist and spine, passes through the shoulders and elbows, and reaches the back of the fist, like a giant axe splitting a mountain, unstoppable.

Yoshinobu Funakoshi was unable to dodge in time and crossed his arms to the block.

"Snap!"

Yoshinobu Funakoshi's feet pierced through the wooden planks of the table, causing him to shrink by half a head. His arms were chopped down and collapsed, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

Chen Sheng landed, stepped forward with his left foot, and shot out with his right fist from the center line.

A standard punch!

The punch was like a javelin, its force traveling in a straight line. This punch pierced straight through Yoshinobu Funakoshi's chest!

At the last moment, Yoshinobu Funakoshi sidestepped and took half a punch with his shoulder. He was sent flying, tumbling over the ropes and crashing heavily onto the brick ground outside the ring.

Won!

The entire hall of martial arts masters erupted in cheers.

Chen Sheng won this battle brilliantly! The first bridge in Foshan truly lives up to its name.

Chen Sheng stood with his fists clenched, his chest heaving violently, his forehead covered in beads of sweat.

His breathing was heavy and labored, and the collar of his gray long gown was soaked with sweat.

"I'll do it!"

But before Chen Sheng could catch his breath, the second person in the Japanese camp had already stood up.

This man was younger than Yoshinobu Funakoshi, about thirty years old. He was not tall, but had an extremely thick neck, rounded shoulders and back, and bulging veins on his arms, with thick, grayish-brown skin covering his knuckles.

He walked towards the ring with steady steps, also moving with his feet close together.

"Miyagi Nagajun," he introduced himself, his voice low and deep, like muffled thunder rumbling in his chest.

Miyagi Chōjun is the founder of Goju-ryū Karate in Japan. Goju-ryū combines the hard skills of Fujian Southern Fist with the soft power of Japanese Jujutsu, and is known for its close-range fighting and Sanpō stance.

Of course, Miyagi Nagajun hasn't yet proclaimed the name "Gōju-ryū" (meaning "skillful and graceful style"). But judging from his stance, the beginnings are already evident.

As soon as Miyagi Chōjun stepped onto the stage, before Chen Sheng could even catch his breath, he rushed forward.

His stance was low, his feet were wider than shoulder-width apart, his knees were bent extremely, and his center of gravity was almost on the ground. His hands were one in front of the other, with his fingers slightly bent, protecting the center line.

Three battles established! The foundation of the hard and soft style.

Chen Sheng adjusted his breathing.

Gongcheng Changshun struck out with his palm, his five fingers spread wide and his palm concave, the force of the blow aimed directly at Chen Sheng's face.

Pierce the hand!

Chen Shengqiao reached out to greet him.

"Snapped!"

As the bridge hand collided with the edge of the palm, Chen Sheng felt a numbness in his arm. The opponent's palm force was deep and heavy, surging up wave after wave like a tide.

He blocked three blows and retreated three steps.

Miyagi Chōjun's attacks were relentless, each palm strike heavy and powerful, with each move followed immediately by the next, without the slightest pause.

Chen Sheng fought back with all his might, using punches, three-star strikes, and bridge strikes, but each time he exerted force, his opponent deflected it with soft force and then countered with hard force. His stamina had been mostly depleted in the fight against Yoshinobu Funakoshi, and although his punches and kicks were still powerful, they were now a beat slower.

Being even a fraction of a second too slow is a weakness!

On the fourteenth move, Miyagi Nagayuki used his right palm to knock away Chen Sheng's left hand, stepped into the center with his left foot, and suddenly unleashed the power of his right fist.

A powerful straight punch!

The punch landed squarely on Chen Sheng's chest.

With a muffled thud, Chen Sheng was sent flying, his back slamming into the ropes of the ring, which bounced and whirred. Chen Sheng gritted his teeth, trying to regain his footing, but a sharp pain shot through his chest, his knees buckled, and he knelt on one knee.

He took a deep breath and tried to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey him.

Li Su suddenly stood up, her face ashen.

The room was deathly silent.

Chen Sheng raised his head, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the crowd below the stage and said in a hoarse voice, "I lost."

A low, cold laugh rippled through the Japanese ranks.

A string of incomprehensible Japanese burst out, making the martial arts instructors in the hall wish they could fly over and slap them across the face.

Chen Hongwu stood up, unbuttoned his cuffs, and strode toward the ring.

A hand stopped him.

Qian Weifang.

"Master Chen," Qian Weifang's voice was not loud, "you are the strongest, it's best to stay behind and hold the fort."

He paused, his gaze calm: "I'll go first and find out what's going on."