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

Just as Chen Hongwu was about to close his eyes to rest, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the crowd.

"Big brother! Big brother!"

Chen Hongxiu squeezed out of the crowd, her two braids swinging wildly, her face flushed from running, and a layer of fine sweat on her forehead.

Behind her were Chen Huaijin and Chen Hongwen, the father and son, one wearing a gray cloth long gown and the other wearing a plain short jacket, sweating profusely as they squeezed through the crowd.

Chen Hongwu stood up and went to greet them: "What brings you here?"

Chen Huaijin straightened his collar, which had been askew from being jostled, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "How could we not come to something this important?"

Chen Hongwen nodded vigorously from the side: "Yes, yes, this can be considered the most important event in Foshan right now."

"I've handed over the shop's affairs to the employees. It doesn't matter if we miss a day of business; it would be a real shame if we didn't get to see the Japanese get a good beating."

Chen Hongxiu squeezed in front of Chen Hongwu and tugged at his sleeve: "Brother, if a fight breaks out later, who do you think will win, Old Master Huang or the Japanese?"

Chen Hongwen interjected, "Is there even a question? It's definitely Old Master Huang! He's the titan of Foshan's martial arts world, his Tiger Crane Double Form is unmatched throughout Lingnan, what trouble could a mere Japanese devil possibly cause?"

Chen Hongxiu wrinkled his nose and waved his hand like a little adult: "Second brother, you've never practiced martial arts, you don't understand. Fists fear the young and strong, but sticks fear the old wolf."

Even if Master Huang's kung fu is superb, he's getting on in years. That Japanese man, on the other hand, is in his prime, full of vigor and vitality. Given this disparity, it's hard to say what will happen.

She quoted what Chen Hongwu had taught her, and she repeated it verbatim, speaking with great conviction.

Chen Hongwen glared at him, his mouth twisted in anger, "Hey! You little brat! You've only been practicing martial arts for a few days? You haven't even been practicing the horse stance for a month? And you dare to look down on me?"

Chen Hongxiu put her hands on her hips, raised her chin, and said, "Who's afraid of who? If you're not convinced, let's have a spar at home!"

The conversation between the two amused Ip Man and Chen Rumin, who were standing nearby, and their tense nerves relaxed a little.

They were unaware that Chen Hongwu intended to replace Huang Feihong in taking the stage, and assumed that Huang Feihong was being forced into the position by the Japanese and had no choice but to fight.

They also knew that Wong Fei-hung was old and had just experienced the pain of losing his son, so his strength was probably greatly reduced, and the final result of the fight was probably not very ideal.

Not only them, but most of the martial arts masters present who were unaware of the inside story shared this view.

Chen Hongxiu spoke toughly, but she was actually quite insecure inside.

She had only been practicing boxing with Chen Hongwu for a few days. She had just gotten the horse stance steady, could barely hold the Three-Body Stance for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, and had only just begun to grasp the basics of the Five Elements Fist's splitting punch. She was completely unfamiliar with the fighting techniques.

If they really got into a fight, not to mention that Chen Hongwen was several years older than her, she simply couldn't overcome the natural power gap between men and women.

If they really start fighting, she'll only get beaten up.

A girl in her early teens, her muscles and bones haven't fully developed yet, how much strength could she possibly have? But she just had to be stubborn.

Miss Chen, even in defeat, will not lose face!

Just then, another commotion broke out outside the crowd.

Several British men in suits parted the crowd and walked over casually.

Leading the way was an extremely tall white man, estimated to be over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick neck like a water bucket. His arms were bulging with muscles, and veins coiled on the back of his hands like small snakes.

He was wearing a tight white vest, canvas pants, and thick-soled leather boots.

When walking, his shoulders sway from side to side, his center of gravity is on the balls of his feet, and every step carries a forceful, aggressive momentum.

Chen Hongwu's gaze sharpened, and he quickly scanned the man from head to toe.

This person has an extremely stable lower body. The strength of his toes gripping the ground when he walks can be seen through his leather boots. His calf muscles, particularly the gastrocnemius and soleus muscles, are extremely well-developed, clearly a result of years of weighted squatting exercises.

A thick layer of grayish-brown calluses formed on his knuckles, and his knuckles were as thick as iron hooks—signs of someone who had practiced a type of hard martial art like Iron Palm.

He has broad shoulders and a thick back, with prominent trapezius muscles and thick sternocleidomastoid muscles on both sides of his neck, resembling two ropes.

In the Western strength training system, this physique requires at least ten years of systematic training to achieve.

This person has a background in Western boxing and wrestling. Boxing trains upper body explosive power and distance sense, while wrestling trains core strength and stability in close combat.

When combined, they become an all-around fighting machine on the ring, capable of striking, grappling, and fighting at both close and long ranges.

Chen Hongwu assessed the situation in his mind and concluded that this person's strength was by no means weaker than that of Zhang Yuqi and Ghost Hand Peng.

Even among Ming Jin masters, he would be among the top tier, and his strength might even surpass that of many An Jin masters.

The British strongman parted the crowd, didn't greet anyone, and strode straight onto the ring.

The thick-soled leather boots slammed onto the cedar wood platform with two muffled thuds, causing the entire arena to tremble.

He stood in the center of the arena, looking down at the crowd under the reed mat shed, before finally fixing his gaze on Wong Fei-hung.

Raising his right hand and extending his index finger, he beckoned to Wong Fei-hung, and in a hoarse voice, shouted at Wong Fei-hung in broken Chinese: "You, Wong Fei-hung! I've heard you're the best in Foshan, but I've never had the chance to fight you."

I've come across this place today, and I just happen to be here. Let's have a good fight!

The martial arts practitioners under the shed all turned their gazes toward the Japanese camp.

Funakoshi Gichin sat in a grand chair, holding a teacup in his right hand and resting his left hand on his knee. With a smile on his face, he spoke slowly and deliberately: "Mr. Peter heard that Master Huang wanted to fight me, and he couldn't resist the urge to come and spar with Master Huang himself. Master Huang is a pillar of the Foshan martial arts world, so I'm sure he won't refuse, will he?"

After saying that, Funakoshi Gichin's face was full of undisguised smugness.

Soldiers who, deception also.

His plan was to gradually weaken Wong Fei-hung's strength and then take him down in one fell swoop, a safe and easy approach.

"Despicable!" Li Su cursed.

"Shameless bastard!"

"If you're so capable, go do it yourself! What kind of skill is it to send a foreigner to the front lines?"

Chen Sheng's face was ashen, and his hands, which were behind his back, were clenched into fists.

Ip Man and Chen Rumin exchanged a glance, their faces filled with anger.

Everyone present understood. Funakoshi Gichin had no intention of going first himself. He had brought in a henchman from England to wait for the opportune moment, and let Wong Fei-hung fight this British strongman who was two meters tall and weighed over 200 kilograms first.

If they win, they'll be exhausted and at risk of injury; if they lose, all the better—the Foshan martial arts community will have already lost face before the fight even officially begins.

He benefits from either way, and Huang Feihong suffers losses from either way.

But what they didn't know was that Wong Fei-hung had no intention of participating; it was Chen Hongwu who accepted the challenge.

Wong Fei-hung slowly stood up, walked to Chen Hongwu, and said in a low voice, "Master Chen, you conserve your strength to deal with Funakoshi Yoshichin. Leave this Englishman to me."