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

The moment the gun fired, the hairs on the back of Chen Hongwu stood on end.

Beneath the skin of the back, the fascia suddenly tightens like a string, the pores close and then burst open, and the blood and qi of the whole body rush back to the Mingmen point in an instant.

Chen Hongwu had keen senses; the instant the gun was pointed at his back, he could even judge the direction and angle of the bullet.

The body reacted before the brain; the spine twisted sharply to the left, the toes gripped the ground, and the Yongquan acupoint (located on the sole of the foot) exerted force, causing the entire upper body to collapse more than a foot in an instant.

The "Azure Dragon Turns Over" move in Baguazhang involves the back resembling a dragon, turning over to dissipate force, and the body spinning sideways along the trajectory of the bullet, with the sleeves of the clothes fluttering in the airflow as the bullet grazes.

The bullet grazed his right shoulder and struck the cedar pillar of the ring, sending splinters flying.

The four large characters "Make friends through martial arts" on the pillar were pierced by the shot, and the character "friend" was split in the middle, with the ink broken in two.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Gun! Someone fired a shot!" someone in the crowd screamed.

The people instinctively stepped back, and the front row of people was almost pushed over by the force surging from behind.

Several young men riding on the stone lions tumbled and scrambled off, scattering paper windmills all over the ground.

The vendors carrying their loads threw down their poles and rushed out of the crowd, leaving sugarcane scattered all over the ground, trampled to pieces by the panicked people.

Under the reed mat shed, the martial arts masters all stood up.

Li Su was the first to jump up, shouting, "Who fired that shot? Have they no shame?!"

Chen Sheng slammed his hand on the armrest of the chair, his face turning ashen. Li Su, even more hot-tempered, had already rolled up her sleeves, raised her gun, and was about to rush over when Chen Sheng grabbed her.

"Don't rush!"

Chen Hongwu turned his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, fixed on the direction from which the gunshot had come.

Behind the stone lions at the entrance of the ancestral temple, Yoshinobu Funakoshi crouched there with his neck hunched, holding a revolver in both hands, the muzzle still emitting blue smoke.

"mean!"

"A surprise attack during a ring fight!"

"Those Japanese devils are shameless! They promised to fight one-on-one, what kind of skill is it to resort to underhanded tactics!"

A chorus of angry curses erupted at the temple entrance, even humiliating the Japanese businessmen in suits who had been huddled behind the Japanese side.

But Yoshinobu Funakoshi showed no intention of putting down his gun; his finger was still on the trigger, the muzzle swaying as he tried to aim at Chen Hongwu again.

Chen Hongwu immediately abandoned Funakoshi Yoshinobu and turned to pounce on him.

Funakoshi Gichin's right arm and collarbone had been broken, leaving him with less than 30% of his fighting strength, making him unable to cause any significant trouble.

But Yoshinobu Funakoshi had a gun, and at a distance of a dozen paces, a bullet was faster than a punch.

If the gunman isn't dealt with first, he'll have to be distracted by his back every time he throws a punch, giving Funakoshi Gichin the opportunity to regroup.

Moreover, Yoshinobu Funakoshi was no ordinary gunman. He had practiced martial arts and undergone rigorous training, so his marksmanship was that of a sharpshooter.

At that time, if they are attacked from both sides, even Chen Hongwu will not be able to gain the upper hand.

When Yoshinobu Funakoshi saw Chen Hongwu turn and pounce, his pupils contracted sharply, and his hand holding the gun trembled violently. Almost instinctively, he pulled the trigger for a second shot.

"Bang!"

The bullet shot out from the muzzle, its tip leaving a scorching trail in the air.

At the exact moment the gun fired, Chen Hongwu's figure shifted half a foot to the right.

This sudden change of direction was completely unexpected. As the sole of his foot slammed into the ground, his toes snapped shut, his Yongquan acupoint inhaled and exhaled, and his knees bent slightly before springing back straight. The "circling step" of Baguazhang shifted the center of gravity of his entire body from the left to the right, so fast that the naked eye could only catch a fleeting afterimage.

The bullet grazed his left sleeve and struck the blue brick ground behind him, sending sparks flying.

The airflow from the bullet grazing his sleeve tore a hole more than an inch long, revealing a lean and muscular forearm underneath, without even a red mark on the skin.

Yoshinobu Funakoshi was about to fire a third shot, but just as he raised his hand, Chen Hongwu was already in front of him.

He moved with incredible speed; before the dust from the crushed bricks under his feet even touched the ground, he was already in front of the stone lion.

With his right hand outstretched, he performs the "Azure Dragon Probing Claw" move from Baguazhang.

The palm is hollow, the five fingers are like hooks, the force originates from the shoulder blade, passes through the elbow and wrist, and goes straight to the fingertips.

The probe was swift as lightning; Funakoshi Yoshinobu only felt a blur before his wrist was seized by Chen Hongwu.

This technique has a name: "Golden Thread Wrapped Wrist".

The wrist-locking technique in Baguazhang grappling involves using a spiraling force. The thumb presses on the radial artery on the inside of the opponent's wrist joint, while the other four fingers grip the outside of the wrist bone. All five fingers exert force simultaneously, penetrating the skin and flesh to lock directly onto the bone.

With his wrist locked, his entire arm felt numb and weak, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

"what!"

Yoshinobu Funakoshi screamed, his fingers involuntarily loosening, and the revolver slipped from his palm.

Chen Hongwu caught the gun in his left hand, clenched it with his five fingers, and exerted a hidden force, crushing the gun barrel into a lump of scrap metal.

Chen Hongwu casually flicked his left hand behind him, and the revolver spun and flew out behind him, accurately hitting a Japanese disciple who had just gotten up from the ground in the face.

This throw uses the "Shuai Ling Jin" of Xingyi Quan, with the force exploding from the waist and hips, passing through the shoulders and arms to the fingertips, and the force thrown out is no less than tens of kilograms.

The man's nose collapsed on the spot, blood splattered on his face, his eyes rolled back, and he fell back down, slumping silently among the broken tables and chairs.

Funakoshi Yoshinobu's right wrist was already ruined; Chen Hongwu had used a hidden force to inflict damage on his wrist bone after binding it with golden silk.

When he released his grip, Yoshinobu Funakoshi's wrist hung limply, his five fingers swaying like a puppet with its strings cut.

He screamed and staggered backward, instinctively clutching his right wrist with his left hand. He crashed into the stone lion, his back hitting its paw, and groaned in pain.

Chen Hongwu's second punch has arrived.

The right fist bursts out from the waist, a Xingyi Bengquan (a type of fist), stepping on the center, seizing the center line, the fist travels in a straight line, the force is propelled from the Yongquan point (a point on the sole of the foot) all the way to the fist tip.

The power of Bengquan (崩拳) is generated by the spine like a bow, the fist like an arrowhead, the toes gripping the ground, and the power originating from the Yongquan point (涌泉, a point on the sole of the foot), with the force flowing from the ground and penetrating segment by segment.

The punch was aimed straight at Yoshinobu Funakoshi's chest. Even before the punch arrived, the force of the blow caused his clothes to collapse inward.

Yoshinobu Funakoshi instinctively used his still-functioning left arm to block.

The fist slammed into his crossed forearms with a crisp "crack," and the ulna in his left arm also broke.

The spiraling force penetrated through the skin and flesh, flowing into the chest cavity, seeping through the skin and into the bones, and directly reaching the internal organs.

"puff!"

Yoshinobu Funakoshi opened his mouth wide, let out a hoarse scream, and spewed a cloud of blood from his mouth and nose.

The man was knocked off his feet and his back slammed into the stone lion again. The stone lion swayed twice, and dust fell from its base.

Chen Hongwu moved with lightning speed, his left hand slashing out from under his ribs with a serpentine fist, his arm coiling inward like a snake, aiming to penetrate with penetrating force.

The force spiraled in, bypassing Yoshinobu Funakoshi's remaining arms, and aimed straight for his throat.

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

Funakoshi Gichin's fist was already behind his head, the fist blade cutting through the air with a low whistling sound, aiming straight for the Dazhui acupoint on the back of his neck!