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

Chen Hongwu reached out and pressed down on Huang Feihong's shoulder.

"Master Huang," he said in a low voice, "I, Chen, can take on a mere British devil in one go without much effort."

Huang Feihong turned to look at him, and Chen Hongwu shook his head slightly. Then he walked past Huang Feihong toward the arena.

He walked slowly, taking three steps to the front of the arena. Suddenly, he gathered his energy, lightened his body, gripped the ground with his five toes, and his scrotum exploded. It was as if an invisible rope had pulled him up from the ground.

Dragon Form Body Technique: Subduing Dragon Ascends to Heaven!

The spine runs from the coccyx to the cervical vertebrae, and the whole person is lifted into the air, with the hem of their clothes fluttering in the wind.

The moment he landed, his soles lightly touched the surface of the arena, and force surged from his brow bone into the cedar planks, causing the three-foot-high arena to tremble slightly. The tung oil putty in the gaps between the planks was shaken off by this hidden force.

Many people in the audience didn't see how he got up there; they just saw a blur before their eyes, and suddenly there was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man opposite the Englishman.

He wore a gray cloth short jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and stood there with his back straight as a spear.

"It's Master Chen!" someone shouted from the crowd.

"Master Chen! Master Chen has gone upstairs!"

"Master Chen took on two Japanese devils single-handedly at Hung Sing Restaurant last time, so these mere British are no match for him!"

The martial arts instructors and the crowd below the stage recognized him, and cheers erupted instantly.

Li Su slapped the armrest of the chair and stood up. Chen Rumin clenched her hands behind her back and Chen Hongxiu tugged at Chen Huaijin's sleeve and screamed, "Big brother went upstairs!"

Chen Hongwen stood on tiptoe to look at the stage.

Peter, the British strongman, looked down at the young man in front of him who was more than half a head shorter than him, his brows furrowed.

He tilted his head and sized him up a few times, his face twitching. He pointed a finger at Chen Hongwu and said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? I'm challenging Huang Feihong, not some little cat or dog. You, get down."

Chen Hongwu stood with his hands behind his back, his voice calm: "Master Huang is not someone you can challenge so easily. You'll have to get past me first."

Peter's Chinese was very poor; he could barely manage daily conversations, but he only half-understood a few words in Chen Hongwu's sentence.

He paused for a moment, his eyes darting around, then suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth: "You mean Wong Fei-hung is more powerful than you?"

He took this as a provocation, thinking that Chen Hongwu was a pawn sent by Huang Feihong to his death.

He had studied the rules of the Chinese underworld: before a big shot makes his appearance, there's always a small fry who comes up first to set the stage.

Chen Hongwu did not explain, but simply said, "Feel it for yourself."

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

The whole body exploded at the same time from head to toe. The five toes of the soles of the feet gripped the ground fiercely, the arches of the feet stretched like a full moon, the Yongquan acupoint absorbed internally and expelled externally, and the force exploded from the shinbone of the lower leg all the way to the quadriceps of the thigh.

The waist and hips twist in the same instant, and the spine shakes rapidly from the coccyx, one segment pushing the next, one segment exploding the next.

Xingyiquan - Dragon Form Folding Body!

Dragons ride the clouds, tigers ride the wind; when a dragon moves, it is like thunder striking the ground, like an arrow leaving a bowstring.

His body suddenly closed in within a small space, and in one step he was in front of Peter, a distance of seven or eight steps.

Peter didn't even see how Chen Hongwu moved his legs. He only saw a gray shadow flash before his eyes, and then a tremendous force surged through his chest.

Chen Hongwu's right hand burst out from his waist, his foot stepped into the center, his waist and hips twisted, his spine sprang forward, and the power of his whole body started from the sole of his foot, passed through his knee, hip, waist, shoulder, elbow and wrist, and finally gathered in the space between his fist and his fist.

As the fist pierced the air, the compressed air emitted a muffled whistling sound, like muffled thunder rolling across the ring.

Peter's pupils contracted sharply; his instinctive reaction was remarkably swift.

He crossed his arms and pressed down, using a cross block from boxing. The veins on his forearms bulged, and his muscles tensed up like iron blocks in an instant.

This kind of block can withstand most heavy punches in a boxing ring, but he didn't know that the force of the Beng Quan (崩拳) is not a frontal impact, but a spiral penetrating force, which is called "like an arrow but not an arrow, it is both drilling and collapsing" in the boxing manual.

They rammed in from the front, and it exploded from the side!

"Bang!"

The dull thud of flesh colliding with bone exploded on the arena, causing several nearby civilians to instinctively cover their ears.

"Crackling and popping!"

Peter's arms, which were crossed over his chest, made a series of subtle cracking sounds as the joints shifted.

His arms were forcefully broken apart by the force of the Beng Quan, and he was thrown to the sides, leaving his chest wide open.

The force of the Bengquan (a type of fist strike) penetrated his two thick arms and landed on his chest.

Peter felt as if he had been struck head-on by a hundred-pound iron hammer in the chest.

The moment his sternum caved in, he could clearly hear the "crack" sound of his ribs.

Before he could even feel the pain, his body was already flying backward uncontrollably, his back slamming into the ring ropes and breaking.

The four large characters "Make friends through martial arts" on the cedar pillar trembled in unison.

"Thump!!"

Then, without losing momentum, it flew several more feet before crashing heavily to the ground, continuing to roll and crash into the Japanese camp.

Just as Funakoshi Gichin raised his teacup, before he could even bring it to his lips, a huge black shadow crashed into him, smashing the tea table to pieces. Splinters of wood and hot tea splashed all over the faces and heads of several Japanese disciples.

Peter lay on his back at Funakoshi Gichin's feet, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his chin and into his neck.

His eyes widened, and his lips moved a few times.

Funakoshi Yoshichin leaned closer to listen, and could vaguely make out a few English words:

"Fuck you..."

His face stiffened.

After saying this, Peter's head lolled to the side, and he looked like he was going to die.

Funakoshi Gichin was immediately flustered. He had instigated this Englishman to come, and if he were to die in front of him, it would be a huge problem.

"Doctor! Call a doctor!"

He kicked his junior brother, Yoshinobu Funakoshi, hard in the buttocks, who scrambled and kicked someone next to him.

The Japanese camp was immediately thrown into chaos.

On the arena.

Chen Hongwu folded his fists and put his hands behind his back, the corner of his gray cloth jacket fluttering slightly in the morning breeze.

From Peter's taunts to his being sent flying, it was all over in the blink of an eye.

The cheers of the crowd below the stage paused for a moment, then exploded like a steamer with its lid suddenly lifted.

"Master Chen! Well done! Kill those damn foreign devils!"

"Damn, that felt so good! So incredibly good!"

"Big brother, you're amazing! My big brother! That's my big brother!"

Needless to say, this is naturally Chen Hongxiu's voice.

The little guy was so excited that his face turned red, and he kept waving his arms.

Chen Hongwen also puffed out his chest, looking proud of himself.

Chen Hongwu stood on the arena, looking down at Funakoshi Yoshiteru below, and beckoned with his hand: "Let's not waste time. Fighting one is the same as fighting two. Why don't you, you little Japanese devil, come up and play with me?"