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

The night was as dark as ink, and muffled thunder rolled deep in the clouds.

Chen Hongwu sat cross-legged on the bed, his breathing long and deep, his blood and qi surging like a river, and thunderous sounds faintly emanating from his internal organs.

He was half-asleep, his mind like that of an old fisherman, his line deep in the pool, able to control every rustle of grass and wind within a radius of several feet.

The soles of cloth shoes stepped over the tiles with a very soft sound, like a night owl crossing a roof.

Chen Hongwu suddenly opened his eyes.

The window was closed, the door was silent, yet there was another person inside.

Moonlight streamed in through the holes in the window paper, cold and white as frost, clearly outlining the silhouettes of those who would come from afar.

The man was thin and wore a worn-out gray robe. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Chen Hongwu on the bed.

A braid hung down to his waist from the back of his head, gray and white, with a bright yellow silk thread tied to the end of the braid.

Chen Hongwu's pupils contracted slightly, then he sneered, "So it's just remnants of the Qing Dynasty. Tell me, are you from the Black Dragon Society or the Green Gang?"

The newcomer's voice was low and hoarse: "Dead men don't need to know so much."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Hongwu had already sprung up!

He sat on the edge of the bed, without moving, his right palm already slapping the bed board.

The force of the palm strike penetrated the wooden board, and the hidden power poured in, causing the entire bed to collapse in the middle with a "crack," scattering wood fragments everywhere.

At the same time, he pushed off with his left foot, using the recoil from the bed to propel himself forward like an arrow, heading straight for the attacker.

Within half a step, the fist was already at his chest.

Crushing Fist!

That punch came too fiercely, too fast, and too suddenly.

The power of Xingyi Bengquan explodes completely within a short distance, the fist cutting through the air with a low, whistling sound.

Like a venomous dragon piercing the heart, its force is unstoppable.

The old man's body, like a withered reed in the wind, leaned back slightly and slid out without his feet touching the ground.

Chen Hongwu's fist grazed past his clothes, the force of the blow tearing a gash about an inch long in the fabric of his chest.

"Good punch." The old man's voice was still hoarse, but it had a hint of emotion in it. "Xingyi Bengquan, you have some skill."

As he spoke, his right hand shot out, curling into a hook shape like a chicken pecking at rice, swift and deadly, aimed directly at Chen Hongwu's right wrist pulse point.

Chicken-shaped - Pecking Hand!

Chen Hongwu flipped his wrist, shrinking it inward to avoid the peck, while at the same time his left fist shot out from his waist, aiming straight for the old man's lower abdomen.

The old man shifted his body to the side, his right leg springing out like a spring, his toe kicking towards the inside of Chen Hongwu's left knee.

The two separated after a brief encounter, but then immediately engaged in a fierce battle again, exchanging several moves in a small space, each move extremely dangerous.

Chen Hongwu fought faster and faster, changing his stances in turn: tiger, eagle, snake, and monkey. His Five Elements Fist flowed out like a torrent, and the force of his punches made the furniture in the room tremble.

The old man was equally impressive, effortlessly displaying a variety of boxing styles, including Xingyi, Bajiquan, Taijiquan, and Tongbeiquan, with his fists and palms displaying endless variations.

"Bang!"

Chen Hongwu delivered a Bajiquan "Iron Mountain Lean" strike to the old man's shoulder.

The old man swayed, his back crashing through the wooden wall, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

The two fell out of the doorway and rolled onto the second-floor corridor.

Before his opponent could regain his footing, Chen Hongwu stepped forward and delivered a "progressive blocking punch" to his opponent's face.

The old man tilted his head, and his punch missed its mark.

His left hand suddenly emerged from an unbelievable angle, its edge like a knife, slicing towards Chen Hongwu's neck.

Bagua (Eight Trigrams) and Palm Cutting!

Chen Hongwu felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and he shrank his body downwards, using a move called "Turtle Listening to Thunder" to barely avoid the attack.

Taking advantage of the situation, the old man stomped on the corridor floor, and the two of them fell from the second floor at the same time, crashing through the roof of the first floor and landing in a mess.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust filled the air, and tables, chairs, and teapots were all shattered.

The two men sprang up simultaneously from the ruins, the wooden planks beneath their feet cracking and splintering.

Fists and feet collided, creating a powerful gust of wind that made the whole room tremble.

The old man suddenly sneered, "So young, yet you've already reached the Transformation Realm. Who taught you all this skill?"

"I learned it from my ancestors." Chen Hongwu threw a punch. "You wild boar, you know quite a lot."

The old man's expression changed drastically, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Insolent junior! What doesn't my Great Qing Armory have? The secret techniques passed down by various sects are nothing but common items in the Imperial Armory!"

As he spoke, his boxing style suddenly changed, combining strength with softness, and the force he exerted was like a giant python coiling around him.

Chen Hongwu felt that every punch from his opponent carried the power of coiling and strangling, which was the Yang-style Tai Chi technique of "stirring the sparrow's tail".

This move combines softness and hardness, restraint and release, unleashing all four forces simultaneously. With a single press, it can shatter monuments and split rocks.

Chen Hongwu unleashed a double palm strike, using the Bagua move "Old Ape Hanging Seal" to deflect the force of the punch. At the same time, he sprang up with his right foot, using the Xingyi move "Swallow Skimming Water" to strike the opponent's lower abdomen.

"Snapped!"

The old man was sent flying by the kick, his back crashing into half of a brick wall, causing bricks to shatter and scatter all over the ground.

He emerged from the rubble as if nothing had happened, his eyes growing even colder in the smoke and dust: "Good, very good."

The two fought their way from inside the house onto the street.

The stone slabs of the long street were trampled and cracked, and the doors, signs, and brick walls of the shops along the street were all damaged by fists and feet, and were broken into pieces on the ground.

The upstairs residents were awakened by the loud noise. They huddled in corners, under tables, and in cellars. Some covered their children's mouths, while others trembled. No one dared to peek out.

"Boom!"

Just then, thunder rumbled from afar, and torrential rain poured down from the sky like an inverted lake.

The rain hit the two of them, instantly turning into a white mist of heat.

The two clashed like ghosts in the rain, their fists and feet striking each other with a dull, thunderous sound, splashing raindrops and scattering fragments of clouds.

White mist billowed from Chen Hongwu's body, and the opening and closing of his pores created an atmosphere of harmony between man and nature.

His punches became increasingly fierce, each strike accompanied by thunder, each blow carrying the force of a collapsing mountain.

Their opponents were equally ordinary. The two fought from one end of the street to the other, then turned back. Wherever they went, the bluestone shattered and the water flowed backward.

"Today, you will die." The old man's face twitched, and all the rainwater on his face flew off.

Chen Hongwu unleashed a punch, forcing the old man back: "Old man, even if you train for another hundred years, you'll never be able to return to the Qing Dynasty with your skills."

The old man roared, his body surging with power, his long braid bursting open in the rain like a gray-white venomous snake flying through the air. He shattered the stone slab beneath his feet with a single step, charging towards Chen Hongwu like a giant bear pouncing on its prey.

Bajiquan - Mountain Collision!

The force of that slam was so great that even Chen Hongwu couldn't withstand it head-on.

He retreated step by step, his feet splashing through the puddles like a white snake retreating into the grass.

The old man pressed forward relentlessly, each strike accompanied by a thunderous roar, shattering the brick wall.

A glint flashed in Chen Hongwu's eyes, and he suddenly advanced instead of retreating.

He stomped his left foot and, like a ghost, cut into the old man's arms. With his right elbow bent, he delivered a Bajiquan "Heart-Piercing Elbow" strike that slammed into the old man's chest.

The old man had no time to dodge and crossed his palms in front of his chest to take the elbow strike head-on.

"Thump!"

Like a heavy hammer hitting an iron gate, both men were forced backward.

The old man's bluestone slabs were shattered into a spiderweb pattern, and Chen Hongwu's shoes had also worn away a layer of material.

The two stood still in the rain, no more than three zhang apart.

The rain, like a curtain, blurred and made the figures of the two men appear grim.

"Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young," the old man said slowly, his hands hanging at his sides, his knuckles making a soft crackling sound.