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

"Since no one is going to take the stage, does your Green Gang... submit or not?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sky suddenly brightened.

A bolt of purple lightning struck down from the sky, and then—

Boom!

A thunderclap exploded directly above the arena, the sound waves like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and the tattered red silk on the arena was swept into the air, dancing like blood-red butterflies in the light of lightning.

Chen Hongwu stood on the arena, his gaze sharp as a knife, pointing directly at Huang Jinrong in the center of the stands.

The art of eyewitnessing is as sharp as a knife.

The book "The True Meaning of Boxing" states: "Where the eyes focus, the spirit concentrates. When the spirit is concentrated, the qi gathers; when the qi gathers, the power is achieved."

Being stared at like that will instinctively make a person feel a chill, as if being locked on by a beast, their pores will stand on end, and their heart will race.

Huang Jinrong felt the same way at that moment. He felt an invisible pressure, like a mountain, pressing down on him, making his blood surge and his breathing difficult.

Those eyes were too bright, too sharp, too cold, like two poisoned daggers pressed against his throat, as if they would pierce his throat if he moved even slightly.

He tried to avoid that gaze, but found that he couldn't even muster the strength to turn his head.

Taoism speaks of "the interaction between heaven and man," while Zen Buddhism speaks of "the correspondence between opportunity and perception."

When martial arts are practiced to a high level, a subtle resonance occurs between one's mind and the universe.

In "The True Interpretation of Pictographic Boxing," Xue Dian once said: "The mind and intention unite, the intention and qi unite, and the qi and strength unite. This is the inner three-way unity. When the inner three-way unity is achieved, man unites with heaven and earth."

Chen Hongwu was in the same situation at this moment. He had just fought against two masters, Lu Songgao and Tian Zhaolin, and used his fierce punching technique to break through Xinyi Liuhe and Yang-style Tai Chi. His fist technique had not stopped and his mind was in high spirits.

Just then, thunder roared and wind and rain suddenly arrived. The thunder and his fist intent resonated with each other, forming a mysterious and profound resonance in an instant.

Lei is him, he is Lei.

The immense power of heaven and earth seemed to merge with him at this moment, pouring down through his gaze.

This is "momentum," the real oppressive force that erupts when a boxer's spirit and energy resonate with the environment.

The Boxing Manual states: "Power is the fullness of energy. When energy and power are combined, nothing can withstand its might."

The hundreds of people around the arena were completely silent. Du Yuesheng, who was standing next to Huang Jinrong, was pale and his folding fan was frozen in mid-air.

Although Lu Songgao was seriously injured and felt sorrowful, Tian Zhaolin's eyes showed a complex expression, as if he was savoring the fierceness of the Tai Chi punches he had just received.

Chen Hongwu snorted coldly, "Boss Huang, why aren't you saying anything? Your Green Gang colluded with the Black Dragon Society to sell opium, harm your compatriots, and suck their marrow dry. You've done all that, and now you dare not admit the result on this stage?"

Huang Jinrong suddenly looked up, his face contorted with rage, his lips trembling: "Master Chen... you can't say things like that! What kind of business my Green Gang does is none of your business, an outsider!"

He mustered his last shred of courage, "As for this arena... my Green Gang admits defeat. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Admit defeat?" Chen Hongwu sneered, pointing at Sato in the stands. "Is admitting defeat enough? Colluding with the Japanese, acting like wolves in sheep's clothing, distributing opium all over the country, every chest of opium fattened the Black Dragon Society's arsenal, and every opium pipe drained the last drop of blood from a Chinese family."

He took a step forward, his foot landing on the straw mat with a dull thud. "Boss Huang, do you think you can rest easy just by hiding in the French Concession and having the British protecting you?"

The entire arena trembled slightly, and the cracks in the cedar planks beneath its feet widened further.

"How does Mo Laohu's warlord mansion compare to your Green Gang headquarters? How does his guard platoon compare to your disciples and thugs?"

"Even a provincial governor died at my hands, do you think your head is any harder than Tiger Mo's?"

Huang Jinrong's face was extremely pale. He had been in the underworld for decades and had heard all sorts of harsh words, but never before had he been so terrified.

Because the person who said this wasn't just making empty threats; they had actually done it.

He single-handedly stormed into a warlord's lair and took his head amidst a hail of bullets.

Is this something a human being could do? This is the work of a killing god!

Chen Hongwu stared at him, enunciating each word clearly: "In the future, if I discover that the Green Gang is still selling opium, colluding with the Japanese, and harming our compatriots—"

He flicked his right index finger through the air, splitting the air with a sharp, explosive sound. "I, Chen, will personally collect this head."

Huang Jinrong opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

It was as if if he uttered just one more word, that gaze would transform into a real thunderbolt and kill him on the spot.

Within arm's reach, everyone is an enemy!

Damn brute!

Chen Hongwu withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked off the stage.

Chen Hongwen, Li Yi, and Chen Shi came forward to greet them.

Chen Hongwen's face was beaming: "Brother! That was so satisfying! Did you see Huang Jinrong's face? It looked like he'd eaten three pounds of arsenic!"

Chen Shi nodded vigorously beside him, "Our benefactor is amazing!"

Li Yi crossed his arms and gave a rare grin. "Let's go back to the inn and pack our things."

The four people walked through the crowd and disappeared at the street corner of Hongkou Commercial Port Plaza.

Only when that figure completely disappeared did the people around the arena breathe a long sigh of relief, as if a mountain weighing on their hearts had been lifted.

Immediately, like a floodgate bursting open, a cacophony of voices erupted.

"Did you see that? Did you see that? Huang Jinrong was so scared his face turned white!" A dockworker gestured excitedly.

A vendor nearby chimed in, "The look Chen gave me just now made my legs go weak even from this distance. It's a miracle Huang Jinrong didn't wet his pants sitting right across from him."

Someone lowered their voice: "Is what Master Chen said about opium true or false?" Immediately, someone else spat: "Do you even need to ask? If the Green Gang didn't deal in opium, where would they get the money to support thousands of followers? Who do you think owns that whole street of opium dens in the French Concession?"

In the stands, Huang Jinrong finally caught his breath and grabbed the teapot next to the armchair, smashing it hard on the ground.

Broken porcelain splattered everywhere, and tea and tea leaves were splashed all over the floor.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!" The muscles in his face twitched violently, his voice hoarse. "A mere brute dares to publicly humiliate me, Huang Jinrong!"

He whirled around and roared at Du Yuesheng behind him, "Find people! Find people for me! Bring all the experts you can!"

Du Yuesheng remained calm, simply placing his folding fan lightly on the table: "Boss Huang, even Master Lu, Master Tian, ​​and Master Meng have all lost. Who else can we invite?"

Huang Jinrong was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

He didn't retaliate again, but sat in the armchair with a gloomy face.

The martial arts masters and disciples around him all lowered their heads, not daring to look at him, while the crowd below the stage continued to discuss among themselves.

He knew that from this day forward, the Green Gang's reputation in Shanghai had been publicly torn off and trampled underfoot by Chen Hongwu.

Huang Jinrong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly looked up, staring intently at Du Yuesheng. "Who said there was no one?"

"You mean..." Du Yuesheng's expression changed.

Not far from the arena, several Japanese people dressed in black kimonos slowly stood up.

Kenichi Sato's gaze followed the direction Chen Hongwu had disappeared in, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Have you informed Mr. Takano yet?"

Yoshio Tanaka leaned closer and whispered, "Mr. Takano is ready to make a move at any time."

Sato nodded and turned to leave.