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

Before the word "who" was even finished, Chen Hongwu's Browning started ringing again.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two bullets entered the meditation room diagonally from the door frame. One shot hit the soldier behind the door, the bullet passing between the third and fourth ribs, grazing his heart, and he went limp on the spot.

Another shot hit a soldier who was looking towards the door in the shoulder blade. The bullet lodged in the bone, and he screamed and fell backward.

The meditation room erupted in chaos.

"At the door!"

"Fire! Fire!"

Seven or eight rifles fired at the same time, bullets hitting the door frame, walls, and floor tiles, sending wood chips and brick fragments flying everywhere.

The ricocheting bullets bounced back and forth in the cramped meditation room, striking the walls and sending sparks flying. The bullets deformed and whistled past people's ears.

Chen Hongwu's body was already pressed against the brick pillar of the outer wall of the meditation room.

The bullet whizzed past where he had just been standing, hitting the blue brick ground of the courtyard and sending up a trail of broken bricks.

Instead of peering in, he extended Browning from the side of the brick pillar and fired three more shots into the meditation room.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

After firing three shots, the magazine was empty.

Several more soldiers fell in the meditation room, and the remaining soldiers completely panicked. Some shouted "Reload!" while others shouted "Charge out!" The sound of footsteps filled the meditation room in chaos.

Two soldiers in gray military uniforms rushed out of the meditation room, carrying rifles.

The first soldier to emerge crouched low, bayonet held level, and before his foot had even crossed the threshold, Chen Hongwu had already slipped out from behind the brick pillar.

He stepped forward with his right foot, the sole of his foot crushing half a broken brick with a crisp "crunch," and his body lurched forward three feet with the momentum of this step, crashing into the arms of the first soldier.

Bajiquan - Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain!

Alternating between left and right hand strikes, combined with elbow and knee strikes, the entire person is used as a weapon to smash down.

Chen Hongwu's left elbow struck first, hitting the opponent's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

The force penetrated through the elbow, and the sternum emitted a muffled thud. The soldier's breath was instantly severed by the elbow strike.

His right hand followed closely behind, palm raised like a knife, and chopped at the side of his neck. The knife cut into his carotid artery, blood rushed up, his head buzzed, and his eyes rolled back.

The second man followed behind, and the instant he saw his companion fall, he raised his gun and thrust the bayonet at Chen Hongwu's chest.

Chen Hongwu tilted his body to the left, gripped the ground with his toes, twisted his waist and hips, and turned half a circle.

The bayonet grazed past his chest an inch away. He swiftly reached back with his left hand, grabbed the gun barrel, and shoved it outwards. The force of this shovel was borrowed from the twisting of his waist and hips. The gun barrel slammed into the wall beside him with a loud bang.

The soldier was thrown off balance by the twisting force, and before he could regain his footing, Chen Hongwu's right hand had already blasted out from his waist.

Xingyiquan - Bengquan!

This punch originates from the dantian (lower abdomen), involves pushing off with the foot and rotating the hip, and transmits the power from the sole of the foot to the fist, flowing through each joint.

"Bang!"

The fist struck the opponent's Adam's apple, the hidden force penetrating through the fist, shattering the Adam's apple cartilage on the spot, and the bone fragments severed the trachea.

The soldier dropped his gun, clutched his throat with both hands, his eyes wide open, and hissed as he staggered back two steps before crashing into the door frame and sliding down.

The three remaining soldiers in the meditation room hid behind the overturned table and bed, their rifles still firing wildly outwards.

Chen Hongwu did not give them time to reload.

He stepped on the threshold with his right foot, his body leaped into the air, and he shot into the meditation room like a cannonball.

Upon landing, his left foot struck the paving stone first, his knee bent to absorb the impact, and at the same time, his right hand reached forward, his five fingers like hooks, his tiger claw gripping the face of the nearest soldier.

With a powerful tiger claw strike, the tips of all five fingers simultaneously dig into the flesh, the thumb presses on the opponent's temple, the other four fingers grip the jawbone, and the wrist flips outward.

"Click."

Dislocation of the mandible.

The soldier's scream was muffled in his throat, his vision went black, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

As Chen Hongwu released his grip, he turned to face another person.

The man was crouching behind the overturned table, frantically loading bullets into his rifle, his fingers still fiddling with the chamber.

Chen Hongwu stepped forward with his left foot, raised his right knee, and slammed it into Chen Hongwu's face.

Xingyiquan - Horse-Style Knee Strike!

This knee strike shares the same technique as the Flying Horse, emphasizing impact and precision of the landing point.

His knee slammed into his nose, the sound of the nasal bone cracking like stepping on an egg. He fell backward, his head hitting the brick wall, and he passed out on the spot.

The last person huddled in the corner of the bed, pulling the trigger three times with his Mauser pistol at Chen Hongwu.

All three bullets were fired.

The distance was too close, less than five steps, but his hand was shaking, and the muzzle of the gun was jumping out of control.

The first shot hit the wall three feet above Chen Hongwu's head, the second shot hit the floor tiles at his feet, and before the third shot even fired, Chen Hongwu had already grabbed his wrist.

Baguazhang - Silk Reeling Hand!

Chen Hongwu gripped his wrist with his five fingers, twisting his fingertips inward along the gap in the wrist joint, while simultaneously lowering his elbow, his entire arm wrapping around the other man's forearm like a noose.

The force twists from the wrist to the elbow joint, and then from the elbow joint to the shoulder joint. All three joints are subjected to force at the same time, and the bones make a creaking friction sound in the joint socket.

"ah--"

The soldier screamed and released his grip, the pistol falling to the ground.

Chen Hongwu did not let go; he supported Chen Hongwu's chin with his left hand, pressed down on the back of Chen Hongwu's head with his right hand, and twisted Chen Hongwu's hands in opposite directions.

"Click."

He turned his neck halfway around, his spine misaligned between the third and fourth cervical vertebrae, and his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

The meditation room fell silent.

From the moment Chen Hongwu fired his gun to the last soldier falling to the ground, only half a cup of tea's time had passed. Corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the floor tiles of the meditation room, the stench of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder permeating the entire space.

The two nuns on the bed were so frightened that they huddled together, one of them burying her head in her knees and trembling like a leaf.

Chen Hongwu didn't look at them, turned around and left the meditation room.

Two corpses lay across the courtyard; they were the two who had rushed out of the gate earlier. Including those in the meditation room and the twelve he had assassinated outside, the entire guard platoon that Mo Laohu had brought to Ciyun Nunnery had been wiped out.

He crossed the courtyard and walked to the end of the east wing.

The abbess's room was at the very end of the corridor, the door was tightly closed, and a dim oil lamp was reflected in the white paper pasted on the window.

Chen Hongwu pressed his palm against the door bolt.

He released force from his palm, the energy penetrating the door panel and striking the crossbar of the door latch.

The door latch, made of two-inch-thick pine wood, was broken in two by this blow, with splinters scattered all over the ground.

The door slammed open and hit the wall with a dull thud.