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

Mo Laohu reached out and extended his hand forward, his five fingers like hooks. The air at his fingertips was torn apart by this movement, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Tiger Claw aimed for Chen Hongwu's throat, extending its claws out while simultaneously unleashing a powerful punch from its waist, pushing off with its foot and rotating its hips to step into the center line.

The fighting style of Hung Kuen is to seize the center line and attack head-on. It doesn't involve dodging or maneuvering; it's about going head-to-head with you, punch after punch, to see who gets broken first.

Faced with Hung Kuen's Beng Quan (崩拳) which attacks the center line, Xingyi Quan typically has two fighting methods. One is to use a horizontal punch to break through the straight force, borrowing the opponent's strength to strike back; the other is to use a drilling punch to penetrate and strike through the gaps in the opponent's stance.

But both of these tactics are too slow.

The two men were face to face, no more than two arm's lengths apart. Mo Laohu was a master of internal strength, and his tiger claw and crushing fist simultaneously blocked the center line and the left side. The space on the right side was also blocked by his sideways stance.

The horizontal force of the horizontal punch will be hooked by the tiger claw, and the straight force of the drilling punch will collide with the collapsing punch.

The moves of various boxing styles flashed through Chen Hongwu's mind like lightning.

As his body lunged forward, he suddenly leaped into the air, left foot forward, right foot back, his whole body like a runaway iron horse, stepping into the extremely narrow gap between Mo Laohu's tiger claws and his crushing fist.

His left foot landed on the tiger's outstretched wrist.

That stomp was extremely heavy.

The moment his foot slammed down, the muscles of his entire leg, from the thigh to the toes, exploded, joint by joint, and all the weight of his body, plus the momentum of his forward thrust, was concentrated in the sole of his foot.

Mo Laohu's tiger claws were bent downwards by being stepped on, and his wrist made a crisp sound of dislocating joints.

"Snap!"

The tiger's claws were ruined by that stomp.

Mo Laohu's Bengquan had already struck Chen Hongwu's lower abdomen, with the fist tip less than three inches away from his dantian. The hidden force emanated from the fist, and Chen Hongwu could feel the muscles in his abdomen cave in slightly under the pressure of the fist.

But his right foot was already raised.

With his left foot on Mo Laohu's right wrist, he simultaneously lifted his right foot, using the reaction force from his left foot pressing on the wrist to raise his body another half foot in mid-air.

The right foot lands from top to bottom, with a stomping motion like a horse's hoof striking the ground.

This foot landed squarely on Mo Laohu's head.

The moment his foot touched his skull, Chen Hongwu's coccyx suddenly exploded, and a surge of internal energy erupted from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot.

The force penetrated through the skull and into the brain!

A galloping horse!

"Ha!"

Mo Laohu's eyes widened, and his Bengquan (a type of fist strike) stopped half an inch in front of Chen Hongwu's dantian, unable to advance any further.

His tiger-style fist stance completely collapsed, his hands loosened, and he fell straight down like a clay figure stripped of all its support.

"Snap!"

The skull shattered, and a hidden force entered the brain.

This move, "Horse Trampling a Flying Swallow," is a combined attack technique with the core imagery of galloping hooves and mid-air impact. It draws inspiration from "the meaning of a spirited horse with its reins hanging down, the power of its mane shaking, and the skill of its swift hooves," emphasizing "raising qi in the dantian, unifying intention and energy, and twisting and colliding."

It primarily uses explosive and impactful force, combined with binding and wrapping power, emphasizing root joint activation, middle joint transmission, and tip joint power generation, simulating the "rolling in and rolling out" momentum of a galloping horse.

In his early years, Guo Yunshen traveled to various counties in Hebei to compete in martial arts and escort services. He was once challenged by a local martial arts master. He launched a surprise attack with a series of horse-style stomping strikes, breaking the opponent's shinbone within three steps. The opponent immediately knelt down and admitted defeat. From then on, the "Horse-style Stomping Power" became famous in the martial arts world of northern China.

The book "Xingyi Quan Shu Jue Wei" records, "In horse stance, one step can break bricks three feet away from the ground."

Mo Laohu's body lay on the ground, his eyes still open.

The two nuns huddled in the corner of the bed, the blanket pulled up to their chins, their four eyes filled with terror.

Chen Hongwu didn't give it another glance.

Outside the meditation room, footsteps were already approaching the door.

The sound of leather boots pounding on the stone slabs was as dense as the beating of drums. Someone was shouting "Surround the back wall!", someone was pulling the bolt of a rifle, and someone was yelling for the machine gunner to set up his gun.

Judging from the footsteps, there were at least twenty people who had completely surrounded the meditation room.

Going through the front door is suicide.

Chen Hongwu stomped his right foot on the floor tile, gripping the ground with his toes, and suddenly twisted his waist and hips.

The twisting force of Baguazhang twists from the soles of the feet all the way to the shoulders, making the whole person like a tightly screwed screw suddenly loosen. The body turns half a circle in mid-air, with the right shoulder pointing at the window on the west wall.

The windows were made of wooden frames covered with paper, and the window frames were only as thick as a thumb.

Chen Hongwu thrust out with both palms facing forward, fingers slightly spread. This was a Bajiquan supporting palm strike, the force originating from the soles of his feet, passing through his knees, hips, waist, and shoulders, and finally exploding out from the base of his palms.

Two forces struck the window frame simultaneously, the wooden frame making a crisp "crack" sound, and the entire window, frame and paper, was blown away, with wood chips and window paper flying everywhere in the night wind.

Chen Hongwu's body flew out, and he curled up in mid-air, raising his knees to his chest and protecting the back of his head with his hands, shrinking into a ball.

The monkey-style roll in Xingyi Quan.

The monkey form emphasizes agility and nimbleness, shrinking into a ball and landing silently.

The moment the sole of the foot touches the ground, the toes immediately grip the ground, the arch of the foot arches slightly, and a hidden force is released from the Yongquan acupoint, dissipating the impact of falling from a height of more than ten feet.

His knees bent naturally, his center of gravity shifted, and he used the downward force to propel himself forward, disappearing into the bamboo grove beside the meditation room.

The entire sequence of actions was completed in one smooth motion, from breaking the window to landing and disappearing into the bamboo forest, all within a single breath.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and the sentries at the four corners of the courtyard wall were the first to react, raising their guns and firing at the figure in the bamboo grove.

The bullets struck the bamboo, causing the bamboo joints to burst and sending fragments flying. Then the machine gun at the entrance of the temple opened fire. The machine gunner turned his gun and swept the bamboo grove, the bullets leaving streaks of orange-red fire in the darkness, crackling as they hit the bamboo stalks.

Chen Hongwu walked through the bamboo forest.

Its body moved like a snake, its feet never stopping, each step using the bamboo pole for leverage.

His body moved left and right, high and low, like a mudfish swimming in the dense bamboo forest. Bullets chased after his shadow, but were always half a step too slow.

This is a variation of the Baguazhang "Treading Mud Step" in a bamboo forest. The soles of the feet grind the ground, the center of gravity sways from side to side, and the body's swaying amplitude is unpredictable.

He was on the left, but by the time the bullet hit, he had already swayed to the right.

Chen Hongwu's shifting speed exceeded the ability of the eye to detect. Baguazhang footwork begins with the mud-walking step and is practiced to a high level of proficiency before one can shift their center of gravity at will within a small space.

The courtyard wall was right in front of us, a ten-foot-high blue brick wall with broken porcelain shards stuck on top.

Chen Hongwu rushed to the base of the wall, pushed off with his right foot, and leaped into the air. He then stepped on the wall with his left foot, using the rebound force to pull himself up three feet. He grabbed the brick seam at the top of the wall with his right hand, pulled with his wrist, and flipped himself up the wall like a raccoon, over the broken porcelain shards, and landed on the mountain path outside the wall.

Upon landing, the soles of his feet rolled half a circle on the gravel road, dissipating the impact. His knees bent naturally, and his body lurched forward, disappearing into the mixed forest on the other side of the mountain path.

A platoon leader's furious roar echoed from inside the wall: "Chase him! Chase him! He's heading down the mountain!"