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

The moment the fist struck the Dazhui acupoint on the back of the neck, Chen Hongwu's left-hand punch was less than half an inch away from Funakoshi Yoshinobu's Adam's apple.

If this punch continues, Yoshinobu Funakoshi's Adam's apple will surely be shattered.

But Funakoshi Gichin's left fist was already upon him from behind, the force of the punch cutting through the air, the powerful wind pressing down on the hairs on the back of his neck.

The Dazhui acupoint is an important acupoint on the Du meridian, connecting the cervical and thoracic vertebrae. If this punch lands squarely, it can cause cervical dislocation at best, and paralysis at worst.

Although Funakoshi Gichin had broken his right collarbone, the power of his left fist should not be underestimated.

A cornered beast's struggle, a desperate counterattack, is often more ferocious and intense than usual.

Chen Hongwu neither turned around nor withdrew his fist.

His left fist continued forward, his fingertips touching the skin of Yoshinobu Funakoshi's Adam's apple.

At the same time, his body suddenly sank down, his spine from the coccyx to the cervical vertebrae twisted violently, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing him down from above, his knees bent, his center of gravity dropped sharply, and his upper body instantly shrank by a foot.

Xingyi Twelve Forms - Alligator Form Folding Body!

The crocodile is also known as the Yangtze alligator.

When a crocodile hunts, it lies on the surface of the water. When it encounters its prey, it swings its tail violently, its entire spine snaps open like a spring, and its body sinks and floats rapidly in the water. Between these two movements, its gaping jaws snap shut.

The predecessors of Xingyi School created the Tuo (Alligator) form after observing crocodiles pouncing on their prey, taking its meaning from "floating and sinking, bending and dying in one bend".

The boxing manual says, "The alligator's body twists and turns, with the head and tail responding to each other." What sinks down is the body, and what explodes out is the life.

As Chen Hongwu sank, his Dazhui acupoint on the back of his neck slid right under the fist of Funakoshi Gichin.

The force of the punch grazed his scalp, the wind severing several strands of hair, which floated half an inch in the air before the punch missed its mark.

At the same time, his left-hand punch pierced through Yoshinobu Funakoshi's Adam's apple.

With a crisp "crack," the Adam's apple shattered, and the hidden force from the fingertips pierced through the thyroid cartilage, reaching all the way to the cervical spine.

Yoshinobu Funakoshi's eyes widened, and he let out a muffled "ho ho" before his body went limp and he collapsed at the feet of the stone lion.

In a single moment, one can avoid or kill the enemy without delaying either action.

Only a handful of people in the audience could clearly see this alligator-shaped turn.

Chen Sheng squinted, tapped his fingers lightly twice on the back of the chair, and muttered, "What a beautiful alligator shape!"

Wong Fei-hung sat in the chair, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. "Impressive!"

Funakoshi Gichin withdrew his left fist, glanced down at Funakoshi Yoshinobu who was lying on the ground, and then looked up at Chen Hongwu, his face ashen.

His right collarbone was broken, and his entire right arm hung limply at his side. His left hand was clenched into a fist and held in front of his chest. Although he could barely maintain his stance, his momentum had already dissipated.

He knew in his heart that he was no match for Chen Hongwu. That sneak attack was his last gamble, betting that Chen Hongwu would come back to defend and that he could relieve the siege by attacking Wei.

But Chen Hongwu did not return to defend, without even the slightest hesitation.

This decisiveness sent chills down Funakoshi Yoshichin's spine.

He suddenly turned around and ran away.

The wooden clogs clicked crisply on the blue brick floor, and the hem of the kimono fluttered in the wind.

As long as he blends into the crowd, Chen Hongwu will not dare to act recklessly, and he can easily escape.

Chen Hongwu gave chase.

As they trudged out, their soles glided along the ground, each step like an iron plow breaking through the soil, leaving a trail of shallow cracks on the blue brick floor.

The distance between the two shrank by several feet in the blink of an eye.

As Funakoshi Yoshichin heard the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He suddenly turned around, his left fist bursting out from his waist, a straight punch.

"Baka! Long live the Great Japanese Empire!"

Funakoshi Yoshichin pushed off the ground with his left foot, twisted his waist and hips, and threw a punch straight at Chen Hongwu's face along the center line. The wind from the punch cut through the air, and the whistling sound was sharp and piercing.

Chen Hongwu neither dodged nor avoided, but met the attack with a right-hand chopping punch.

Tiger-shaped chopping fist: the fist moves in a straight line, and the power originates from the waist.

The two fists collided in mid-air with a muffled "bang," as flesh and bone struck, sending a gust of wind through the air.

Funakoshi Gichin's fist made a faint cracking sound, his knuckles were dented inward by the force of the chopping punch, and his entire left arm was jolted backward.

Chen Hongwu took a half step forward with his right foot, gripped the ground with his toes, exerted force with his Yongquan acupoint, and crashed into Funakoshi Yoshichin's inner gate.

The right fist bursts out from the center line, a half-step punch!

This punch has no fancy moves; it's just taking a half step, twisting your waist and hips, and throwing the punch.

The force of his entire body exploded from the soles of his feet all the way to his fists, striking the center of Funakoshi Gichin's chest.

The fist force pierced through the Tanzhong acupoint from the front, the hidden force penetrating the skin and bones, piercing the sternum, and shattering the heart meridian.

"Pfft!" Funakoshi Gichin's chest caved in, and a fist-sized bulge suddenly appeared on his back.

He opened his mouth wide, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose. The punch sent him flying backward more than ten feet before he crashed heavily onto the blue brick ground.

"Bang!"

Funakoshi Gichin's head hit the stone slab with a dull thud, his body twitched twice, and then he fell silent.

The founder of Shotokan Karate, a near-master-level figure, was killed by Chen Hongwu with a single chopping punch and a half-step collapsing punch.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Then cheers erupted like exploding firecrackers, soaring into the sky.

"Master Chen won!"

"Those damn Japanese are all dead! That's satisfying!"

The people jumped up and down in cheers, and some threw their hats and paper flags into the air.

Li Su rushed out of the reed mat shed, grabbed Chen Sheng's shoulder, and laughed until tears almost came to her eyes.

Huang Feihong sat in the chair, exhaled a long breath, and slowly released his hands from his knees.

Chen Hongxiu grabbed Chen Hongwen's arm and jumped and shouted, pulling Chen Hongwen so hard he swayed from side to side, but he also shouted along.

Chen Huaijin took off his glasses, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and repeatedly said "good".

Just then, a flurry of footsteps suddenly came from both ends of the street.

The sound of leather boots stepping on the bluestone slabs was uniform, coming from afar and growing closer, as rapid as the beating of drums.

The cheers from the crowd gradually subsided, and the people looked back in confusion, their expressions suddenly changing.

"He's Japanese!"

From the official road directly in front of the ancestral temple, to the left of Fuxian Lane, and to the right of Ren'an Lane, squads of heavily armed Japanese soldiers emerged simultaneously, numbering at least a hundred.

They were all dressed in uniform khaki military uniforms, wearing steel helmets, and the bayonets on their Type 38 rifles gleamed coldly in the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.

The clanging of bolts being pulled back echoed throughout the arena as soldiers quickly dispersed, surrounding the arena, the reed mat shed, and the onlookers.

The dark muzzles of guns were pointed at everyone present from all directions.

However, since the defeat in the First Sino-Japanese War, the power of the foreign powers has grown stronger along the coast of Guangdong. Under the pretext of protecting their overseas Chinese and businesses, the Japanese merchant corps stationed a guard unit outside Foshan.

Normally this group of people are quite well-behaved, staying cooped up in their camp, but today they came out in full force.

The leading Japanese officer rode a black horse; he was short and stocky, with a mustache.

His whip parted the crowd, and he looked down to see several Japanese corpses lying on the ground. Funakoshi Gichin lay on the west side of the ring, his chest caved in and blood flowing from his seven orifices; Peter lay face up among the broken tables and chairs, already dead; Funakoshi Yoshinobu lay slumped under the stone lion, his Adam's apple shattered; and several disciples in judo uniforms lay sprawled about.

His face turned from ashen to purplish-red, his jaw clenched tightly. He suddenly raised his riding whip, pointed it at the group of martial arts instructors, and roared, "Baka! None of you are allowed to move!"

The bolt rattled again, and the muzzle was pressed down even lower.

Several civilians who were nearby were frightened and retreated, but were forced back by the bayonets behind them.

The martial arts masters under the reed mat shed suddenly changed their expressions.

No one expected the Japanese to suddenly turn on them at this moment. Before the onlookers could be evacuated, hundreds of guns were pointed at their heads.

Chen Sheng suddenly stood up, and Huang Feihong also stood up, leaning on the back of his chair.

The armed martial arts instructors and guards drew their guns and confronted each other, creating a tense atmosphere that seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

Chen Hongwu stood still, his gaze passing over the jungle of Japanese soldiers' bayonets and landing on the officer's face.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, silently calculating the distance between the two of them, and the obstacles in front of them, figuring out how many steps and how many breaths it would take to make a move.

The toes gently grip the ground, and the Yongquan acupoint (a point on the sole of the foot) is poised to unleash its power.

Chen Sheng and Huang Feihong were about to step forward to negotiate.

A voice came from behind the crowd: "Since when did it become your place, the Japanese, to run wild in Guangdong?"