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

The full moon hangs high in the sky.

The ship sailed smoothly on the sea, the engine emitting a dull hum. The deck was deserted, with only the wind blowing across the sea, carrying a salty, fishy smell.

Chen Hongwu quietly pushed open the porthole of his cabin, squeezed out sideways, stepped onto the windowsill, and flipped over to stick to the hull.

The iron plates on the ship's side were covered with a thin layer of rust, which gleamed with a dark brown luster under the moonlight.

He moved like a gecko, his five fingers gripping the gaps between the rivets, his toes gripping the seams of the hull through his cloth shoes, his back slightly arched, his breath deep in his dantian, his waist and hips relaxed, clinging to the almost vertical hull in a way that completely defied human biomechanics, slowly moving toward Yamamoto Ichiro's cabin.

This is not some kind of supernatural skill, but rather a lightness skill in traditional martial arts.

Geckos' wall-climbing skills!

Using your fingers and toes to grip the wall, with your back arched like a bow, your center of gravity is always pressed against the wall, relying on the subtle peristalsis of fascia and muscles to maintain the suction force.

When Chen Hongwu reached the peak of internal strength, his fascia was connected as one piece, and when he exerted force with his fingers and toes, he could subtly sense every bump and rust mark on the hull, with ease.

He moved about seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters) and stopped outside the porthole of Yamamoto Ichiro's cabin.

A sliver of dim light shone through the porthole glass, and the window sash was slightly ajar.

Chen Hongwu pressed his ear against the edge of the window crack, adjusted his breathing, and suppressed his heartbeat to an extremely low frequency.

Chen Hongwu used his mind to guide his qi and blood from his heart to his dantian, reducing his heart rate from seventy beats per minute to forty beats per minute, a frequency close to that of a hibernating animal.

The pores all over the body close, sweat no longer secretes, body temperature drops slightly, and metabolism slows down to its lowest level.

This is what the boxing manual calls "turtle breathing." Sun Lutang recorded in "The True Meaning of Boxing" that "turtle breathing is the ultimate way to cultivate qi. When qi enters the bone marrow, the heart beats like a drum, one moves stealthily like a turtle, and a hibernating dragon ascends to heaven without ever leaving the house."

The sound of two people talking could be heard from inside the cabin. They were speaking Japanese at a slow pace, and Chen Hongwu could understand some of it.

"After this batch of goods arrives at Tianjin Port, it will be stored in the Mitsui warehouse until the people from the north come to pick it up. The Green Gang will send someone to reconcile accounts. We only need to deliver the goods and collect the money; we don't need to worry about the rest."

"Hi! About distribution—"

"Following the old rules, we have regular buyers in Beiping, and people in Tianjin and Qingdao are also waiting to receive the goods."

Opium will never lack a market in China. As long as these Chinese people are willing to smoke it, we just need to transport it, and the profits will naturally flow in.

Chen Hongwu listened quietly outside the porthole, like a very patient hunter.

The conversation lasted about the length of a meal.

Then, the cabin door opened, and footsteps came from inside, walking away down the corridor.

Chen Hongwu counted the footsteps; eight people. Eight guards left, leaving three close associates in the room.

The lights in the cabin dimmed. There were rustling sounds; someone was making the bed, and someone was taking off their clothes.

Soon, her breathing became steady, the rhythm slowed down, deep and even, and she fell asleep.

Chen Hongwu waited for another incense stick's time. The ship had become completely quiet, with only the low hum of the engine room and the sound of waves crashing against the hull remaining.

He released one hand that was holding his body in place and reached for the latch on the porthole.

The clasp was an old-fashioned brass buckle. He placed his fingertips on the edge of the clasp, and a subtle force seeped into his fingertips, penetrating along the grooves of the brass clasp. With a slight turn, the clasp slid open silently.

He pushed open the porthole, shrank back, and slid into the cabin like a boneless snake.

The room was pitch black, but Chen Hongwu's pupils contracted slightly in the darkness.

After applying the subtle energy to the face, one's blood and energy become abundant, oxygen supply is sufficient, and night vision far surpasses that of ordinary people.

He saw a person lying on the bed, facing him, breathing steadily and deeply.

Next to the wall, three guards lay on three cots, each in a different position, but all in positions that made it easy for them to get up.

Just then, Yamamoto Ichiro on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The vigilance of someone with a background as an assassin was on full display at this moment.

The moment Chen Hongwu's feet touched the carpet, he sensed a heartbeat that shouldn't have been there.

The two heartbeats resonated with each other, disrupting the resonance between his heartbeat frequency and the room, which immediately alerted him.

In the blink of an eye, he completed the rollover, holding a loaded Browning pistol in his hand, the dark muzzle pointed at Chen Hongwu's head.

Chen Hongwu did not give him a chance to pull the trigger.

He sprang out close to the ground, like a giant python emerging from its cave, his body sliding across the carpet.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Hongwu was in front of Yamamoto Ichiro. He instantly transformed from a nimble giant python into a clumsy, staggering grizzly bear.

Before Yamamoto Ichiro's fingers could even press down, his right hand had already reached out, as nimble and swift as a bird in flight, gripping the barrel with his five fingers and lifting it sharply upwards.

The hidden force penetrated the steel from his fingertips, and the gun barrel suddenly deformed in his palm, leaving a dent in his hand.

At the same time, his left hand shot out from his waist, aiming straight for Yamamoto Ichiro's wrist holding the gun. The force penetrated through the skin and flesh, directly into the wrist bone, and the bone made a crisp sound as the wrist joint dislocated.

"Snap!"

Bear and Eagle Combined!

Zhuangzi said, "The bear's stretching and the bird's extension are merely for the sake of longevity."

Xingyi School takes its meaning and creates the ultimate move "Bear and Eagle Combined Form". The bear is the defensive form and the eagle is the offensive form. The bear crouches and the eagle looks, and they are combined to form a move that combines offense and defense.

The bear's calm and steady nature is used to disrupt the opponent's balance; the eagle's swiftness and ruthlessness are used to strike at the opponent's vitals.

When the bear and eagle combine their forms, the opponent doesn't even have a chance to make a move.

Yamamoto Ichiro reacted extremely quickly, flipping his right hand over as if the pain of the dislocated joint was nothing to him. He was like a numb machine, utterly abnormal.

With lightning speed, his left hand produced a short blade, slashing towards Chen Hongwu's face. The strike was swift and ruthless, the blade aimed directly at his eyeball!

Chen Hongwu twisted the barrel of the gun with his right hand, snatching the deformed pistol from Yamamoto Ichiro's hand, while at the same time his left hand swiftly deflected the trajectory of the short blade.

He lunged forward, his right arm wrapping around Yamamoto Ichiro's waist like a crocodile's, and his body shuddered violently.

Dragon-shaped pillar!

This move is derived from the hunting method of crocodiles in the water. First, the forepaws swat away the prey's resistance, then the arms come together inward like a crocodile, the body shakes violently, and the whole body exerts force like a crocodile's tail, twisting the prey to the ground.

Chen Hongwu wrapped his right arm around Yamamoto's waist, pressed his left palm against the back of his neck, and twisted his whole body sharply to the right, twisting Yamamoto's spine into a pretzel shape.

The spine emitted a series of cracking sounds as it twisted and shattered into several pieces, rupturing the spinal cord on the spot.

"Hmm!"

Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracting sharply from the excruciating pain of his broken spine.

Chen Hongwu pushed upwards with his left hand, dislocating his jawbone.

Yamamoto's body went limp, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, his head tilted to one side, and he fell silent.

P.S.: I'm really unlucky; this chapter was so hard to write. I revised it several times, so later chapters might be delayed.