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

Before Chen Hongwu could even think, Takano Sasaburo attacked again.

The blade flashed like lightning, each strike faster than the last.

Takano Sasaburo's swordsmanship is no longer entirely based on the Hokushin Itto-ryu style. He steps in the horse-shaped sword stance of Xingyi, and the tip of his sword is wrapped with the spiral force of Bengquan. Every thrust is like a bullet leaving the barrel, fast and tricky.

The "cutting down" technique of Hokushin Itto-ryu seeks the moment to cut in two with a single stroke, while the power of Xingyi swordsmanship makes each of his sword strikes carry a bone-piercing force. Before the sword even arrives, the wind from the sword has already slashed the rain backward.

Chen Hongwu was forced to retreat step by step, and his gray cloth jacket was now a tattered rag, sticking to his body in strips, soaked with blood and rainwater.

He had seven or eight wounds of varying sizes on his body, none of them deep, just the skin and flesh rolled up, revealing distinct red and white wounds.

The most dangerous sword strike cut diagonally across the right chest, just half an inch from the heart.

Takano Sasaburo gained more and more momentum in the battle, his sword strikes flowing like mercury, penetrating every crevice.

He was convinced that Chen Hongwu would not survive; facing a sword bare-handed was a dead end, a situation that had existed since ancient times.

No matter how strong a person's bones are, they can't be as strong as steel. This young man is indeed the most skilled person he has ever seen, but so what?

"Why don't you surrender?" Takano Sasaburo swung his sword down, but Chen Hongwu dodged it. The blade sliced ​​a half-foot-long gash in the gray wall behind him. "Defeat is inevitable. All your struggles are in vain."

Chen Hongwu did not answer.

His consciousness had entered a wondrous state.

The rain around him seemed to slow down, with tens of thousands of raindrops falling in every cubic inch of space. The trajectory, speed, and landing point of each drop were clearly presented in his mind.

When Takano Sasaburo's blade cut through the rain, the water droplets clinging to the blade, the tiny whirlwinds created by the sword, and the undulations of every muscle in his opponent's body were as clear as the lines on his palm.

Takano Sasaburo's entire body had become one with the rain around him, and every sword strike contained the most ruthless, fastest, and most cunning killing intent of Xingyi swordsmanship.

He suddenly thrust his sword forward, the speed of which was extremely fast.

Chen Hongwu dodged to the side, the tip of the sword grazing his nose.

In that instant, Takano Sasaburo's swordplay suddenly changed, the hilt flipped, the tip of the sword moved from front to back, and he swung the sword up in a backhand motion.

This sword strike was extremely illogical, like a venomous snake cornered and suddenly turning around to bite back.

Chen Hongwu felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively leaned back. The tip of the sword grazed his chin, and a few drops of blood splattered.

"Just a little short." Takano Sasaburo finished with one sword strike, and the second sword came immediately. The sword light was like waves, one after another, as if there would never be an end. "Your luck is almost gone."

Chen Hongwu's mind went blank.

Takano Sasaburo's sword is fast, but the sword is not as fast as the rain, the rain is not as fast as the wind, and the wind is not as fast as his will.

The moment his mind stirred, before he even drew his sword, the rain around him changed.

The trajectory of the rain, the direction of the wind, the trembling of his opponent's muscles—everything was presented to him with exquisite detail.

You don't need to use your eyes to see, but you should use your ears to hear.

The pores all over the body are like millions of eyes, and every hair can sense the slightest changes in the air.

Chen Hongwu clearly felt that the wound on his arm was no longer bleeding.

With each heartbeat, his blood and energy surged throughout his body, like a giant bronze bell being struck, the sound reverberating through every inch of his skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs.

He suddenly felt that his body was no longer made up of pieces, but was a whole.

No, not just his own.

The rain, the wind, the ground, the distant buildings, and the katana in Takano Sasaburo's hand were all clearly reflected in his perception, like a mirror, without missing a single detail.

Chen Hongwu suddenly opened his eyes.

Takano Sasaburo's fighting spirit was extremely firm. He sensed the change in Chen Hongwu's aura immediately, but without any hesitation, he increased the speed of his sword strikes.

Instead of retreating, Chen Hongwu advanced, charging towards the edge of Takano Sasaburo's sword.

To outsiders, this step seemed like a death wish.

But Takano Sasaburo's expression suddenly changed.

Because Chen Hongwu's body swayed, his whole body seemed to turn into a boneless ball of cotton. His shoulders shifted, his upper body twisted, and his whole body slid under the sword's edge like a snake.

The "Alligator Form" from the Twelve Forms of Xingyi!

Inspired by the crocodile's flip, the body's joints shift and move, dodging and moving, completely loosening the joints.

This technique trains the rolling motion after the muscles and bones are loosened, with all the joints of the body shifting in an instant to avoid the enemy's attack. Relying on the body's control over every inch of bone and joint, one can curl up into a ball.

The boxing manual says: "The alligator rolls around, churning the water; loosen your joints, and you'll slip everywhere."

Chen Hongwu understood this principle before, but he couldn't apply it to achieve the same effect as he does now.

To use this technique, you need to precisely loosen all your joints and then unleash the burst of power at the same time.

With a swift movement, Chen Hongwu slipped close to Takano's blade.

His right arm swung out like a spear, his five fingers spread out, then suddenly closed in mid-air, grabbing Takano Sasaburo's right wrist, which was holding a sword.

The Tai Chi "Cai" energy is contained but not released. As soon as it touches the opponent's wrist, Chen Hongwu feels the vibration from the hilt of the opponent's sword.

He could understand the opponent's sword technique, its momentum, its strength, and its weaknesses in a single grab.

Takano Sasaburo's wrist was pressed down, and his sword momentum immediately decreased by three-tenths.

His sword changed from a diagonal slash to a reverse slash, aiming to cut Chen Hongwu's wrist.

Chen Hongwu grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and lifted it upwards, causing the sword tip to lose its direction.

Takano Sasaburo quickly changed his move, trying to withdraw his sword.

He then felt a strange, downward pressure on Chen Hongwu's wrist. The pressure made his whole body sink down, his center of gravity shift, and his swordplay collapse.

This involves the coordinated movement of the mind, muscles, bones, and fascia, with every pore releasing energy that can generate various spiraling, explosive, entangling, and penetrating forces at any time.

"Here's your sword back!" Chen Hongwu shouted, stepping forward with his right foot and twisting his waist and hips, causing the tendons in his right arm to burst open like a bowstring.

Using Takano Sasaburo's sword-wielding hand as a fulcrum, he lifted his entire arm upwards and simultaneously delivered a powerful "blocking punch" to the sword.

"when!"

The katana vibrated violently, emitting a piercing metallic shriek.

The force of the blow traveled along the sword to Takano Sasaburo's wrist, elbow, and shoulder, and then to his entire chest cavity.

Takano Sasaburo felt as if his internal organs were being churned by a tremendous force, and he was thrown backward uncontrollably.

His wooden clogs splashed water up to waist height as he waded through the puddles. His steps were unsteady and no longer followed any pattern.

Chen Hongwu's boxing style incorporates the concept of "gathering," which refers to the "leading, neutralizing, seizing, and releasing" technique within the framework of neutralizing force.

With just one punch, the threat posed by the katana was reduced by 70%.

"Whoosh!"

Before Takano Sasaburo could regain his footing, Chen Hongwu lunged forward.

He raised his left elbow and lashed out with his forearm like a whip, striking Takano Sasaburo's forearm that was holding the sword.

"Snap!"

With a sharp crack, Takano Sasaburo's left forearm broke in two, the bone protruding from the flesh, stark white and exposed in the rain.

The katana slipped from his hand, its tip sinking into the muddy water.

Chen Hongwu gave him no further chances, rushing into the central palace and striking down with both fists simultaneously.

Tiger embraces head, horse tramples!

He slammed his left knee into Takano's right knee, causing Takano's right leg to bend to the side with a "crack!"

Takano Sasaburo's eyes widened, he cursed "Baka!" and immediately lost his balance, falling straight backward.

Chen Hongwu's right fist was already filled with thunderous sound, and deep, resonant sounds erupted from his body, carrying a world-destroying power.

"Knock knock knock!"

Three punches flew out, turning into afterimages, and struck Takano Sasaburo's sternum, throat, and face respectively.

Each punch was accompanied by a thunderous sound, each punch carried the penetrating power of neutralizing force, penetrating to the bone and internal organs.

"Bang!"

Takano Sasaburo was sent flying backward, his entire body embedding itself in the brick wall behind him, with dust and plaster falling down.

His face was sunken, his features were completely distorted, his chest collapsed, his throat was shattered, one eyeball popped out of its socket, and thick blood flowed down the wall, mixing with the rainwater and flowing into the ditch.

"call--"

Chen Hongwu withdrew his fist and exhaled a long breath. Takano Sasaburo was no longer breathing.

The rain was still falling on the street.

The world was a vast expanse of white, with only Chen Hongwu standing in the rain, his clothes soaked through.