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

As soon as Chen Hongwu finished speaking, the air on the training ground fell silent, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

The soldier squatting on the horizontal bar dropped the grass from his mouth, and the butt of the bald giant's rifle hit the ground.

The two combatants, who had removed their protective gear, stood frozen in place, sweat streaming down their necks.

"We...did we hear that right? What did he just say?"

"It seems they meant for Staff Officer Chiang to draw his gun and shoot him?"

"Is he insane? A gun is fast from seven paces away, and accurate within seven paces. Even if he could assassinate Mo Laohu, he couldn't possibly dodge bullets at close range, could he?"

"See? See? The higher-ups wouldn't send an idiot to teach us. I think this guy is really capable."

They've seen people who aren't afraid of death, but they've never seen someone who actively seeks death and can remain so calm.

At seven paces away, with a Mauser pistol, it's no longer a matter of courage.

Staff Officer Jiang gripped his gun, the veins on the back of his hand bulging slightly.

Chen Hongwu stood seven steps away, watching him with a calm and composed gaze, without a hint of joking.

"Master Chen, are you sure?" Staff Officer Jiang's voice was extremely low.

"Fire," Chen Hongwu said calmly.

If you've mastered boxing to the level of Chen Hongwu, you can withstand anything, not just a pistol from seven steps away, but even a cold gun pointed at the back of your head.

The moment the other person's mind stirs or their muscles twitch, his body has already reacted.

Muscles and bones relax, skin and hair attack. Pores bulge, body hair stands on end, and the fascia throughout the body tenses up instantly like a fully drawn bow.

The level of mastery at the threshold of the Transformation Realm is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Before the autumn wind even stirs, the cicadas sense it; before the opponent's killing intent could materialize into a move, his skin had already detected that aura.

Unless the other party is also a master, with a mind so pure that they act "unintentionally".

Without conscious thought, the force is released without any prior warning. It is done in one smooth motion, with the body moving before the mind even moves. Even a master of internal energy cannot dodge a spear thrust from such a master.

But Staff Officer Jiang was still a long way from reaching that level.

Staff Officer Jiang took a deep breath, raised his gun, and aimed it at Chen Hongwu's right shoulder.

A blow to the shoulder isn't fatal. Chen Hongwu doesn't care about his life; he wouldn't go crazy like that.

The martial arts instructor that Chen Jiongming had specifically invited was killed by him, and his future career was over.

His finger was on the trigger, the first knuckle slightly bent. "Master Chen, be careful."

At the very moment he exerted force with his knuckles, Chen Hongwu's shoulders slumped and his spine twisted slightly, the movement so small it was as if he had been blown by a gust of wind.

"Bang!" The bullet grazed Chen Hongwu's shoulder and embedded itself in the sandbag bunker behind him.

The burlap sack burst open, and yellow sand poured out in a stream.

Chen Hongwu stood still, his feet not moving an inch.

The training ground fell silent for a moment.

The bald, big man's mouth was agape, and the butt of his gun slipped to the ground.

Several veterans who were squatting in the corner suddenly stood up, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

They were all veterans of the battlefield, having seen countless bullets, but to dodge a pistol bullet within seven steps—such eyesight and agility were simply unheard of.

They saw that shot clearly; the bullet was aimed at Chen Hongwu's shoulder.

A flash of gunfire caused Chen Hongwu's body to sway slightly as the bullet grazed past him.

Without even moving his feet, he simply shifted slightly, and the bullet missed its target.

"Am I seeing things? Or did Old Kuai punch me and injure my brain?"

"Has Staff Officer Jiang taken the wrong medicine? How could he miss at such close range?"

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, their gazes sweeping back and forth over Chen Hongwu, filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

Chen Hongwu looked at Staff Officer Jiang, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Staff Officer Jiang, if this is all the marksmanship you've got, why don't you send someone else up?"

Staff Officer Jiang's face suddenly flushed red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed twice.

He was, after all, a graduate of the Baoding Military Academy, and his shooting scores were excellent year after year. While he might not be the best among these elite troops, he was certainly not "just at this level."

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging shame and anger in his heart, and raised the gun again.

"Master Chen, your footwork is excellent." His voice was deep. "I only used three-tenths of my strength just now. Master Chen, be careful with your next shot."

"Just go ahead and do it."

Before Chen Hongwu could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out.

Staff Officer Jiang deliberately took advantage of the moment when Chen Hongwu was speaking, anticipating the gap when Chen was out of breath, his attention was scattered between words, and his mind was not on the gun, and then suddenly launched an attack.

The bullet pierced the air, heading straight for Chen Hongwu's left shoulder.

This shot was faster, more sudden, and more ruthless than the last.

But Chen Hongwu's body sank down at the very moment the gun fired.

The alligator twists its body!

The entire spine, from the coccyx to the cervical vertebrae, suddenly twisted, and the upper body instantly shrank by a foot.

The bullet flew three inches from the top of his head and struck the single-bar iron pillar behind him with a crisp "clang," sending sparks flying.

The next instant, Chen Hongwu's toes gripped the ground hard, and with a burst of power from his scalp, he sprang up abruptly from his low, crouching position.

Dragon-shaped leap!

With a flexion and a snap of the spine, he covered the distance of seven steps in one stride, his feet grinding against the fine sand, the sand grains exploding to the sides from the force of the impact.

"Bang!"

Staff Officer Jiang only felt a blur before his eyes, and a gray shadow was already right in front of him.

He instinctively tried to turn the gun around, but before his fingers could move, his right hand went numb.

Chen Hongwu spread his right hand and gripped the wrist of the man holding the gun.

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.

Press your thumb on the radial artery on the inside of your wrist joint, and hook the other four fingers on the outside of your wrist bone, then release the force.

Staff Officer Jiang felt a numbness in his wrist, and his entire arm went numb and weak. His fingers involuntarily loosened, and the pistol slipped from his palm.

Chen Hongwu caught the gun in his palm with his left hand.

Then he gripped the pistol with both hands, palms slightly open, fingers curled inward, and the "supporting and embracing force" of Bajiquan was transformed from the boxing stance into his fingertips at that moment.

Supporting means pushing outwards, while embracing means pulling inwards. The two opposing forces erupt at the same moment, and the gun barrel emits a piercing metallic groan under the pressure of this contradictory force.

"Creak—"

The gun barrel bent first, bent like a twisted rope.

The gun then twisted and deformed, parts flew off, the magazine ejected and fell to the ground, and bullets rolled all over the ground.

Iron filings fell through his fingers, landing in the fine sand on the ground and mixing with the grains.

A German-made Mauser pistol instantly turned into a twisted lump of scrap metal in his hands.

"Bang!"

Chen Hongwu released his grip, and the lump of scrap iron fell onto the fine sandy ground with a dull thud.

The entire room fell silent.

The bald, big man looked down at the rifle in his hand, then at the pile of scrap metal on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The two combatants exchanged a glance and simultaneously swallowed.

This group of men had fought in Huizhou, clashed with bayonets, seen the German-made machine guns of the Guangxi Clique guard platoon, and witnessed the flashes of artillery shells exploding beside them.

But I've never seen anyone use their bare hands to turn an iron spear into scrap metal.

This is iron! Not mud!

Is this guy even human?

Chen Hongwu patted the iron filings off his hands and glanced at the soldiers' faces.

"Now," he began slowly, "let the lesson begin. Do you understand?"