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

"Don't waste time. Fighting one or two is the same, so why don't you, you little Japanese devil, come up and play with me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all eyes turned to the Japanese side.

Most of the people and martial arts masters in the audience realized that Master Chen was going to take over the fight for Master Huang.

Li Su from Hongsheng Pavilion was the first to stand up, slapping the armrest of his chair and shouting "Good!"

Several disciples from the Wing Chun school joined in the commotion, their voices rising higher and higher.

"You little Japanese devils, come at me if you dare!"

"Could it be that he's scared?"

Funakoshi Yoshitsugu's face was ashen. He stood amidst the broken wood and tea stains, his chest heaving violently, before he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Chen Hongwu.

His Chinese was heavily accented with Japanese: "My challenger is Wong Fei-hung, not a brat like you! Let Wong Fei-hung come out! Does the esteemed master of Foshan martial arts have to hide behind a junior like you and act like a coward?"

As soon as the last four words were uttered, several martial arts instructors under the reed mat shed changed their expressions simultaneously.

Being called a coward is an extremely serious insult; in the martial arts world, this one phrase is enough to draw a sword and draw blood.

Chen Sheng snorted coldly, and Li Su even cursed out, "This Japanese devil is using reverse psychology, how shameless."

"Exactly, they've used every underhanded tactic imaginable, and they still have the nerve to challenge us?"

The others, not to be outdone, also joined in with their own insults.

Huang Feihong sat in the armchair, his expression calm and composed, and the hand resting on his knee did not move at all.

Having lived to this age, if he can't even handle this little trick, he might as well just find a block of tofu and smash his head against it and die.

Chen Hongwu's expression suddenly turned serious, and he took a step forward.

With just one step, his foot landed on the cedar wood platform, and the entire three-foot-high arena shook violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Funakoshi Yoshichin." Chen Hongwu's voice rolled through everyone's ears like muffled thunder, his tongue like a spring thunderclap, making the cedar pillars at the four corners of the arena vibrate. "You're just a mere internal strength practitioner, yet you dare to talk to me about seniority?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Hongwu's energy and spirit were instantly focused on Funakoshi Yoshichin.

The muscles and bones throughout his body resonated in unison, with dense, crisp sounds exploding downwards like firecrackers during the New Year: neck, cervical vertebrae, collarbone, thoracic vertebrae, lumbar vertebrae, coccyx, hip joints, knee joints, tibia, ankles, toe joints... Both arms exploded simultaneously, finger joints burst open one by one, and everything from head to toe resounded and throbbed.

Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound!

The boxing manual says, "The sound of tigers and leopards thunders, and their muscles and bones resonate together," which is a sign that internal martial arts have been practiced to the bone marrow.

When tigers and leopards leisurely stroll through the mountains and forests, the deep growling sounds they emit resonate throughout their bones. Over time, this fills their bone marrow, strengthens their blood and energy, and naturally makes their muscles and bones as tough as steel.

At this moment, Chen Hongwu's thunderous sound had reached the point where "the body moves with the will, and the sound follows the force." With a thought, all the fascia in his body trembled at the same time, and the joints rubbed and collided with each other. The sound produced was no longer just muffled thunder, but a series of explosions, as if a string of firecrackers exploded from the top of his head all the way to the bottom of his feet.

After the thunderous sound entered his body, his internal organs were repeatedly shaken by the tiger and leopard thunderous sound, and his blood circulation was several times faster than that of ordinary people. The explosive power of his muscles and the toughness of his bones had long surpassed the scope of ordinary masters.

An invisible gust of wind swirled around his body.

The people closest to the arena instinctively took several steps back, and a few young men riding on the stone lions almost fell off.

The reed mats on the roof of the reed shed fluttered loudly in the strong wind, and ripples spread across the water in the rough porcelain teacups placed on the edge of the counter.

Chen Sheng squinted slightly, unable to help but secretly applaud: "Impressive skill! Impressive explosive power! He's actually reached the Thunderous Movement Realm!"

Ip Man's teacup froze in mid-air, and Chen Rumin held her breath, muttering to herself, "Muscles and bones resonate, thunderous sound emanates!"

They were all skilled practitioners, and understood better than ordinary people what this sight meant. With their muscles and bones resonating to this extent, and their internal energy flowing freely throughout their bodies, they were only one step away from reaching the level of "Transformation of Power."

Those who practice boxing can be considered to have entered the door if they can master the Ming Jin (manifested strength), and can be considered to have entered the inner chamber if they can develop the An Jin (hidden strength).

In the entire Foshan martial arts community, only a handful of people can reach the level where the thunderous sound penetrates the body and the muscles and bones resonate in unison.

How old is Chen Hongwu this year? At the age of seventeen or eighteen, while other martial arts schools are still practicing horse stance and standing meditation, he has already stood at the threshold that all the martial arts masters present may never be able to reach in their entire lives.

Funakoshi Gichin's expression changed completely. He was right below the arena, closest to Chen Hongwu.

An invisible gust of wind, carrying dust, swept towards him, causing the hem of his kimono to flutter loudly.

He could feel the aura emanating from the young man opposite him, as powerful as a mountain, as vast as the sea.

I could even feel my heartbeat quickening involuntarily, and my breathing rhythm being disrupted by the other person's imposing presence.

Chen Hongwu moved at the very moment the thunderous sound reached its peak.

He kicked up a whirlwind, sucking the ground as he hurtled forward. His shoes scraped against the cedar wood platform, and he seemed to be lifted off the ground by an invisible force, or like a boulder lifted by a whirlwind, crashing down from the ring with unparalleled momentum.

The "mud-walking step" of Baguazhang combined with the "stomping foot" of Bajiquan involves generating power from the Yongquan point (a point on the sole of the foot) when the foot lands, gripping the ground with the toes, and simultaneously unleashing force from the ankle, knee, and hip joints.

Each step felt as heavy as driving piles, the ring surface thumping with each step, and the entire ring trembled.

In the blink of an eye, he had already darted two steps away from Funakoshi Yoshitsugu.

This step was extremely long, as he pounced directly down from the center of the ring.

Before Funakoshi Gichin could retreat, Chen Hongwu's fist had already arrived.

The right fist burst out from the waist, and this punch followed the stance of the Xingyi Quan "Horse-shaped Cannon".

The Bengquan (崩拳) is like an arrow, and the Maxing (马形) is like a chariot. When the two forces are combined, the fist's power contains the spiraling penetrating force of the Bengquan and the crushing force of the Maxing's charge.

"Boom!"

The fist pierced the air, causing it to explode with a low, booming sound that made everyone present wince.

Before Funakoshi Gichin could retreat, he bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and crossed his arms in a defensive stance, using the most basic "upper stance" in karate.

He attempted to cross his hands, externally rotate his forearms, and use his ulna and radius to meet Chen Hongwu's fist.

This move is one of the toughest defensive techniques in karate, specifically designed to counter heavy punches delivered in a straight line.

Funakoshi Gichin had been immersed in this style for decades, and the timing, angle, and position of his arms crossing to receive the punch had become instinctive reactions, allowing him to block without thinking.

But Chen Hongwu's punches were not straight, heavy punches.

The moment the horse-shaped cannon touched the point where Funakoshi Yoshitsugu's arms crossed, a spiraling force suddenly erupted, the fist grazing the forearm and rotating outward, forcefully dismantling the upper body's stance.

Funakoshi Gichin felt his hands being thrown to the sides by an irresistible twisting force. The muscles in his arms were numb from the spiraling force, and his tiger's mouth felt like it was being pricked by needles.

Chen Hongwu gave him no chance to catch his breath.

With a push of his foot, he followed closely, clinging to the spot like a leech.

"Baka!"

Funakoshi Yoshichin gritted his teeth and retaliated with a punch, his first hand making a diagonal slash at Chen Hongwu's neck, and his second hand delivering a straight punch to Chen Hongwu's heart.

The straight punch is the core attack method of the Shotokan school. It is delivered with the fist flat, the power penetrating through the finger bones, and it is a straight, penetrating force.

At the same time, without stopping his feet, he kicked forward at Chen Hongwu's front knee, trying to intercept his step.

Chen Hongwu didn't even look, and with a flick of his left arm, he unleashed the "Supporting Hammer" move from Bajiquan.

Use your arms like hammers and push outwards with force.

The elbow came out from the inside, the arm slammed across like an iron gate, hitting Funakoshi Yoshitsugu's hand strike and deflecting it.

At the same time, his right fist cleaved downwards, the edge of his palm striking Funakoshi Gichin's fist. The two forces collided head-on, producing a muffled "bang" as flesh and bone struck, sending a gust of wind through the air.

As for that front kick, Chen Hongwu didn't dodge at all. The moment his front leg took the force, his toes gripped the ground, his Yongquan acupoint sank, his knee slightly turned inward, and his quadriceps on the front of his thigh and his sartorius on the inside of his thigh tensed up at the same time, forcefully clamping down on the kicking force with his muscles.

His knees swayed slightly before remaining completely still.

Funakoshi Gichin took five steps back.

Each step caused the blue bricks to shatter, sending debris flying everywhere.

The two fought their way from the broken tables and chairs in the Japanese camp to the edge of the arena, leaving a trail of wood chips flying and teaware and porcelain shattered everywhere they went.

The disciples in judo uniforms around Funakoshi Gichin had no time to dodge. They were swept away by Chen Hongwu's fist and flew to the ground, groaning in pain.

Funakoshi Yoshinobu had already scrambled behind the stone lions outside the ancestral temple the instant Chen Hongwu pounced on him, shrinking his neck and trembling.

Chen Hongwu continued his relentless attack, his momentum rising steadily, his punches like a tidal wave, one after another, giving Funakoshi Yoshichin no chance to catch his breath.

Each of his punches switches freely between five types of punches: chopping, collapsing, drilling, cannon, and horizontal. Sometimes, the previous punch is a powerful chopping punch, and the next punch becomes a tangling horizontal punch. Sometimes, what is clearly the path of a drilling punch suddenly turns into the explosive force of a cannon punch with a flick of the wrist.

He completely integrated the Five Elements theory of Xingyi Quan and the body movements of the Twelve Forms, no longer adhering to any particular fist or form, but rather using them freely and spontaneously.

The boxing manual says, "There is no fist, no intention; true intention lies in the absence of intention."

When Li Luoneng fought someone in Shanxi, the other person asked him what kind of boxing style he used. He replied, "I don't know what kind of boxing style I used, but the fight is over."

The story may not be true, but the principles of martial arts are. When you reach this level of skill, the techniques are merely superficial; the true essence lies in the ability to unleash power at will.

Just as Yoshinobu Funakoshi dodged a drilling punch, Chen Hongwu's right fist suddenly shot out from his waist.

Tiger-shaped chopping fist!

The chopping punch is like an axe, with force flowing in a straight line, taking the momentum of a tiger pouncing on its prey.

The punch landed squarely on Funakoshi Gichin's right shoulder, and with a crisp "crack," his collarbone broke.

Funakoshi Yoshichin let out a muffled groan, and his right arm fell limply to his side.

Immediately afterward, Chen Hongwu's left-hand drilling fist arrived, a snake-shaped drilling fist, his arm coiling inward like a snake, bypassing his remaining left arm defense, and heading straight for his throat.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Funakoshi Yoshichin's Adam's apple, the hairs on the back of Chen Hongwu's body suddenly stood on end.

A chill ran down my spine and my scalp tingled—there was a gun!

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out.