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

The following day, news of Huang Hansheng's assassination spread like wildfire.

First, Po Chi Lam's disciples knocked on the police station door before dawn, and then the news leaked from the mouths of the police officers, spreading along the teahouses, docks, and vegetable markets.

In less than an hour, the whole of Foshan knew that Huang Feihong's second son, Huang Hansen, the direct descendant of the Tiger and Crane Double Form, had been assassinated with a gun at the entrance of Ren'an Lane last night and died on the spot.

The streets and alleys were in an uproar.

"Have you heard? Master Huang's son was killed! Shot in a vital spot!"

"Who did it? Master Huang's enemy?"

"That's hard to say. Master Huang has been in Foshan for decades; how many people has he offended?"

"I think it's Japanese."

At another table, a man in a short jacket lowered his voice: "The Japanese are determined to subdue the martial arts world of Foshan. They even published an ad in the newspaper a while ago challenging Master Huang. Now that Master Huang's son has been killed, who else could it be but the Japanese?"

"That makes sense!" someone nearby immediately chimed in. "Those Japanese devils are too despicable!"

The buzzing of conversation filled the teahouse. The owner put the teapot on the stove, wiped his hands with his apron, and joined in the discussion.

In the backyard of the Chen family, Chen Hongwu was standing in the Three-Body Stance.

Chen Hongxiu also got up early and stood in a horse stance on the side, her legs shaking like leaves, but she gritted her teeth and didn't say a word.

He had just finished practicing when he heard the news.

The sun had just risen in the east, and the morning light filtered through the gaps in the locust tree leaves, scattering across the bluestone pavement like scattered gold.

Chen Hongwu took the wet towel handed to him by a servant and wiped his face. Upon hearing the news of Huang Hansheng's death, his hand paused for a moment.

Among Huang Feihong's sons, Huang Hansen was the most talented, having mastered the Tiger-Crane Double Form in his early twenties.

Given time, his achievements may well surpass those of Wong Fei-hung.

It's a real pity that such a young and skilled fighter died by gunfire.

Ghost Eye Beam.

The name flashed through Chen Hongwu's mind. In the original history, Huang Hansheng should have died on the Mid-Autumn Festival, shot by "Ghost Eye Liang" Zhang Yuqi.

But Zhang Yuqi had already been beaten to death by him, and the grass on his grave was now three feet tall.

Chen Hongwu thought Huang Hansen could escape this fate, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't avoid it.

No matter how high your kung fu skills are, you're still made of flesh and blood.

Firearms are unreasonable.

A bullet costs only a few cents, and a gunman can be trained for three months before he can go into battle and kill.

For a boxer to develop internal strength, it takes at least ten years of hard work before they can even get close to the basics.

Not to mention the Transformation Realm, which requires talent, perseverance, and a master teacher—a level that can only be achieved by one in ten thousand practitioners.

This is the inevitable trend of the times. Martial arts are declining, firearms are rising, and no one can stop it.

Unless you reach the highest level of martial arts.

"See no danger, hear no danger, and avoid it." Chen Hongwu murmured to himself.

Sun Lutang said in "The True Meaning of Boxing": "When boxing reaches its highest level, the mind is empty and the spirit is complete. When there is danger in the outside world, the mind senses it before the ears and eyes hear or see it."

This is a higher level of perception; the danger hasn't even occurred yet, but there's already a premonition in your mind.

However, Sun Lutang himself said that this level of attainment "cannot be forced by human effort." It is a threshold that can only be reached when skill, intention, and opportunity come together.

Chen Hongwu snapped out of his thoughts and turned around, just in time to see Chen Huaijin and Chen Hongwen stepping into the courtyard one after the other.

Chen Huaijin was wearing a plain-colored long gown with a clean, starched collar, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper than usual.

He entered the courtyard, sighed, and then spoke: "Hongwu, you know what happened last night. The second young master of the Huang family had his accident after our banquet ended. Although it's not our fault, he did drink our wine at the banquet hosted by the Chen family before leaving."

"It's both a matter of courtesy and reason that we should go and visit Grandpa Huang."

Chen Huaijin paused, then lowered his voice slightly: "In the martial arts world, 'righteousness' is paramount. After something like this happened, the Chen family cannot pretend not to know, otherwise it won't sound good if word gets out."

Chen Hongwen stood behind his father, his face also looking rather grim. He had been drinking and chatting with Huang Hansen the night before, and they had a very pleasant conversation.

Hearing this devastating news now, I feel quite sad.

Just as he was about to speak, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside.

A servant trotted into the courtyard and stopped bowing in front of Chen Hongwu: "Young Master, someone from Baozhilin has come and asks you to come over."

Chen Hongwen's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "Is Baozhilin planning to cause trouble for Big Brother?"

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. What if Huang Feihong lost his composure in his grief and took his anger out on Chen Hongwu…? He turned to his father, his tone becoming more urgent: “Father, my elder brother can’t just let this go!”

Chen Hongwu waved his hand, his voice calm: "Hongwen, don't overthink it."

He glanced at Chen Hongwen and said, "Old Master Huang isn't that kind of person. Baozhilin must have something important to discuss with me if they invited me over."

Chen Huaijin nodded: "Hongwu is right. Old Master Huang is a grandmaster, after all. He shouldn't be like this."

Hong Wen, you should learn more from your older brother. Be broad-minded and open-minded, and don't have too many distracting thoughts, otherwise you'll find it hard to achieve great things in the future.

Chen Hongwen lowered his head, feeling incredibly wronged.

I was clearly just worried and confused, and it was all for my older brother's sake, so how did my father come up with the idea that I had mixed feelings?

You used to praise me for being smart, saying I was a promising student in the Chen family, and that I had the same kind of spirit you had when you were young.

Chen Hongwu patted Chen Hongwen on the shoulder, "Hongwen, you can't do business without being shrewd; you should think things through more."

"Big brother..." Chen Hongwen looked up, his eyes slightly red.

Chen Hongwu waved his hand: "Have someone prepare the carriages and horses. Let's go to Baozhilin together and see if there's anything we can help with."

Chen Hongwen nodded emphatically and turned to leave.