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

Guarjia Rongshan was secretly alarmed.

He entered the palace as a servant at the age of fourteen, was promoted to second-class bodyguard at the age of twenty-seven, and fled west with the Empress Dowager at the age of thirty-nine, wrapped in a trunk.

Over the course of more than forty years, he had seen too many so-called martial arts geniuses who, in the end, were like fireworks in the night, shining brightly for a moment and then leaving nothing behind.

But this Chen Hongwu in front of me, who is only eighteen years old, has already stepped into the realm of Transformation.

This goes beyond what the word "genius" can describe.

Traditional Chinese martial arts emphasizes the importance of persistent and meticulous practice.

The ages of fifteen to twenty-five are indeed the golden age for martial arts training. Their bones and muscles are not yet fully developed, their blood and energy are abundant, their courage is at its peak, and their memory is at its best; whatever the master teaches, the body will remember.

Most boxers begin to show their talent at this age, and the rest of the time they simply refine the foundation they laid in their youth into their own unique style.

After the age of thirty, the body begins to decline.

The older you get, the harder it is to improve your martial arts skills.

Let alone progress, just maintaining the status quo is an incredibly difficult task.

Therefore, most of the famous masters in the martial arts world made their name in their early twenties, and then relied on their youthful achievements for the next few decades.

But that refers to internal strength.

The skill of internal strength relies on muscles, bones, blood, and reflexes; it relies on the body that has been honed day after day.

Before the age of thirty-five, as long as you are willing to work hard, have decent talent, and are lucky, you can always get your foot in the door.

The ability to neutralize force is another matter entirely.

A master of neutralizing force cannot add a single feather or let a single fly land.

It may only be eight words on paper, but when applied to the body, it requires you to cultivate your Qi and blood to be smooth and unobstructed, and to integrate your muscles, tendons, bones, and flesh into one.

Where the energy is applied, the pores open and close, and breathing occurs entirely according to the mind's intention.

We are aware of the enemy's movements before they occur, and we arrive before they do.

Going a step further, it's like the cicada sensing the autumn wind before it even blows, breaking its momentum, severing its roots, and destroying its spirit before the move is even executed.

This is no longer just about physical skill; it's about the mind and the opportunity.

If the opportunity isn't right, even practicing until eighty years old will only give you a fighting skill.

If one's heart is impure, even after a hundred years of practice, one will only become a slightly stronger fighter.

Sun Lutang only reached the level of "Ming Hua Jin" at the age of thirty, Shang Yunxiang at forty-three, Li Cunyi at thirty-nine, and Yang Luchan at over forty.

When Rongshan himself was forty-eight years old, he was on night patrol in the Summer Palace. Looking at the moon over Kunming Lake, he suddenly felt empty. All the knowledge he had acquired in his life was broken and reassembled in that instant, and he barely managed to glimpse that realm.

Even so, he never made any progress after that.

For the past ten years or so, he has practiced standing meditation, boxing, sitting meditation, and breathing exercises every day, all to preserve the state of being he has already achieved.

Time waits for no one. After the age of fifty, his blood and energy began to decline gradually. The strength he used to be able to exert effortlessly now caused his heart and lungs to ache as if they were being pricked by needles if he used it even slightly.

Chen Hongwu was only eighteen years old.

At this age, the upward slope of qi and blood has not yet reached its peak.

Once you've mastered the Transformation Technique, there's still a long road ahead.

Rong Shan stared at Chen Hongwu, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

A burning, uncontrollable jealousy, rising from the depths of his bones, grew wildly in his heart like weeds.

At this age, with such a level of achievement, what makes you think you can achieve this?

Just then, Chen Hongwu closed in again.

"Whoosh!"

He stepped on Rongshan's center with his left foot and unleashed a "Dragon-Shaped Crushing Fist" straight at his face.

Rong Shan raised his arm to block, but Chen Hongwu suddenly spun to the left and struck Rong Shan's right ribs with his "Baji Overlord Elbow"!

Rong Shan blocked with his palm, but the elbow strike had changed. It slipped past Rong Shan's elbow like an eel, and suddenly there was an extra layer of Tai Chi Cloud Hands coiling energy, wrapping around Rong Shan's right arm.

Rong Shan felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly relaxed his shoulders and dropped his elbows, while simultaneously shrinking his body backward, trying to break free from the binding force.

Chen Hongwu lowered his body and kicked Rong Shan's knee with his left foot like a horse's hoof!

This move is called "Dragon-Shaped Collapse Trigram," which Chen Hongwu devised himself. It simulates the momentum of a green dragon swinging its tail, using a continuous frontal attack to pressure the opponent, and then using rotation to turn the counterattack force into one's own.

Any defense will collapse under continuous, varied attacks!

Rong Shan raised his knee to dodge, but little did he know that the kick was just a prelude. Using the force of the kick, he half-turned back, and his right palm slammed down from above with a tiger-shaped chopping force, striking Rong Shan's left shoulder.

With a "crack", Rong Shan's left shoulder slumped backward, and three cracks appeared in the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

His reaction was extremely fast. At the same time, he stretched out his right palm, his five fingers pinched together to form a beak, and pecked at Chen Hongwu's throat.

The two fought again in the rain, but Rongshan's strength was clearly not as great as before.

He took a blow, losing 30% of the strength in his left arm, while his right arm was numb and sore, causing him to unconsciously shift his position between attacks.

Chen Hongwu was relentless, sometimes striking with a Bengquan (a type of fist strike), sometimes with Bagua (another type of fist strike) around his body, and sometimes with Bajiquan (another type of fist strike). He mixed the three sets of fist techniques together, yet they flowed smoothly and were all deadly.

Rong Shan grew increasingly disheartened by the struggle.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, wrapped his arms wide, and used the Bajiquan "Mountain-Striking Lean" to crash into Chen Hongwu.

Before the opponent could close up, Chen Hongwu suddenly shrank his body, his back and shoulder muscles bulging. He used the "turtle sunbathing" posture to withstand the impact while his body flipped over with the force of the impact!

"Turtles basking" is based on the behavior of turtles. When turtles bask, they spread their limbs and point their shells upwards. They may seem relaxed and lazy, but in reality, they are gathering strength and can retract into their shells or suddenly launch an attack at any time.

Using his back as a fist, he unleashed terrifying power from a stationary position, instantly sending Rong Shan flying!

But Rongshan was a seasoned veteran with extremely quick reflexes. He adjusted his posture in mid-air and quickly regained his balance.

Chen Hongwu seized the moment when his opponent was airborne, and like a swallow skimming across the water, he rushed forward and suddenly rose into the air.

His knees kicked out repeatedly like horseshoes, one, two, three times!

A galloping horse!

Rong Shan slapped away the first two kicks, but the third kick turned into a feint. Chen Hongwu used the force to flip over, and in mid-air, he turned around and landed in a sitting position with his hips tucked in, channeling all his strength into his right palm.

The Eight Trigrams Great Stele-Smashing Hand!

Flying Dragon in the Sky - The Great Monument Smashing Hand!

Rong Shan was shocked and immediately parried with both palms.

With a loud "boom," the bluestone slab at the foot of Rongshan suddenly sank into a large pit, and water splashed and rubble exploded in all directions. The sleeve was torn to shreds like a rag, and the two arms hung down at a twisted angle.

"puff--"

Blood spurted from his mouth and nose as he flew backward, crashing through a gray brick wall behind him before rolling into the yard of a neighboring house, collapsing half of a chicken coop.

Chen Hongwu followed closely, stepping forward and kicking him in the chest.

Rongshan lay face up, too exhausted to even fight back.

"What kind of martial arts are you using...?" Rong Shan's eyes widened, blood seeping from between his teeth.

"A murderous fist technique." Chen Hongwu squatted down, raindrops dripping down his face.

Rongshan's chest heaved violently, and a whimper, like a bellows leaking air, came from his throat.

He tried to speak, but only spat out a mouthful of blood, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

Chen Hongwu stood up, the night wind carrying rain, making the hem of his clothes rustle.

The Grandmaster of Internal Energy is dead!