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

It was completely dark.

When Chen Hongwu arrived at Hongkou, it was already 11 PM.

He changed into a black silk short jacket, tucked the cuffs into soft-soled cloth shoes, and covered his face with a black cloth.

He walked close to the wall, his feet moving like a cat's.

Heading north along Wusong Road, after crossing the bridge and turning east, you'll see the signboard with the four characters "Dahe Trading Company". The front door is tightly closed, and three white paper lanterns hang in front of it, casting a pale light.

Chen Hongwu went around to the back alley, where two men stood on either side of the back door, dressed in black with bulging pouches at their waists.

Without stopping, he swayed and appeared in front of the person on his left.

The man had barely opened his mouth when Chen Hongwu struck him on the Adam's apple with a "crane's beak," instantly shattering the cartilage and killing him before he could utter a sound.

The man on the right reached for his gun, but Chen Hongwu had already shoved it into his arms.

The "bear paw" struck his chest, shattering his heart meridian with a single blow.

If someone collapses, support them and lay them flat.

Chen Hongwu pushed open the door and entered.

The courtyard was deeper than I had imagined, with blue brick paving, covered walkways on both sides, four main rooms, and east and west wing rooms.

The rain had stopped long ago, but the air was still damp.

As soon as he crossed the front courtyard, he saw figures moving around in the yard and shouts coming from all directions.

They were all wearing kimonos and wooden clogs, which made a loud clattering sound as they ran.

Chen Hongwu stood in the center of the courtyard, stomped his foot, and with a muffled "hum," the sound rolled out from deep within the blue bricks.

The tiles on all four sides rattled in unison, and the sound of knives being drawn from their sheaths blended together

Before the shout had even faded, Chen Hongwu had already vanished.

When the person reappeared, he was already under the window of the east wing.

The window paper shattered, and a person flew out backward, his sternum shattered, and he crashed into the stone lantern in the courtyard, his brains splattering everywhere.

"Catch the assassin!"

Shouts exploded in the night, but Chen Hongwu paid no attention, moving like a ghost between the doors.

Every encounter is a minimalist yet ruthless one.

Someone swung a knife down, but Chen Hongwu dodged to the side, the blade grazing his nose and missing its mark.

He turned his left palm outward, supporting the opponent's elbow, and then twisted and pushed it away.

The man's knife then veered off course and slashed into his own shoulder blade, so deep that bone was visible.

Chen Hongwu raised his knee and struck the opponent's lower abdomen, while simultaneously delivering a powerful elbow strike to the face of another person who was lunging from behind.

The man screamed in agony, his face instantly caved in, and he fell backward.

One of them drew his gun, and Chen Hongwu felt a jolt in the back of his head, his scalp tingling. Instead of advancing, he retreated, slipped, and ended up burrowing into the gunman's arms.

The gunman only felt a blur before his eyes, and his wrist was already gripped.

With a press of his thumb and a twist of his four fingers, Chen Hongwu caused his forearm to instantly shift, rotate, and flip, like a towel that had been wrung out.

"what!"

The gun was still in his hand, but the muzzle was twisted and pressed against his own throat. Chen Hongwu hooked the other man's index finger and pressed down gently.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered on the wall.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the Black Dragon Society members went completely berserk.

People poured out from both the front and back doors at the same time, amidst the flashing of swords and the clash of blades, layer upon layer.

Chen Hongwu was like a tiger among sheep; no one could stop him.

Every punch he throws is a hit; every time he gets close, someone falls to the ground.

With each step, stone slabs shattered, wooden pillars flew away, and the railings of the covered walkway and the plaster on the eaves were all whipped up by the strong wind.

Suddenly, a very faint whooshing sound came from the roof.

Chen Hongwu felt a chill on the back of his neck, and when he looked up, a cold star was already right in front of his face.

It's a blowgun!

Chen Hongwu took a breath, his chest expanded outwards, and his clothes billowed even without wind.

"call--"

The blowgun reached three inches from his forehead, but was deflected by the breath and embedded itself in a pillar with a "thud".

Chen Hongwu gripped the ground with his toes, exerted force from the Yongquan acupoint, and shot his entire body toward the roof like a cannonball.

The man on the roof panicked. He drew his sword with a backhand motion, but before he could even draw it, Chen Hongwu was already right in front of him.

"roar--!!"

A tiger's roar surged from his chest and abdomen, bursting out from his throat, the sound like muffled thunder rolling across, directly into the other's ears.

The loud noise seemed to have a tangible form, transforming into an invisible shockwave that made the roof tiles tremble and dust fall in a flurry.

The man on the rooftop paused for a moment, a tiger's roar reaching his ears, shaking his very soul. His knife was already drawn, but his hand froze in mid-air.

Chen Hongwu stepped into the central gate, his arms poised as if tiger claws were pouncing forward. His figure blurred, but he suddenly dropped his elbow midway through the attack.

He thrust both elbows forward simultaneously, like two iron doors closing at the same time, using all his strength to slam into the man's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

The Eight Extremes and Two Forms Peak!

With a "crack," the sternum collapsed, and the internal organs shattered.

The man flew off the roof without making a sound, crashing into the courtyard like a broken log, and then lay motionless.

Chen Hongwu climbed off the roof.

The courtyard was a mess; most of the Black Dragon Society members had been killed.

Someone turned to run away, but Chen Hongwu rushed forward and delivered a powerful "bear crashing into a tree" shoulder strike to the back.

The man lunged forward, coughing up blood as he collapsed to the ground.

Chen Hongwu did not stop and continued forward.

The main room door was open, and the light streaming in from inside illuminated the steps with a yellowish glow.

Kenichi Sato was standing behind the door.

He held a knife in his hand, the tip of which touched the ground, while his other hand held a short gun in reverse.

Seeing Chen Hongwu charging towards him, his face turned as white as paper.

"Chen Hongwu." He stared intently at him. "You really came."

He glanced around, then gave a bitter smile. "I underestimated you too much."

Chen Hongwu took a step forward. "What are you mumbling about?"

Sato took a step back and raised his pistol: "Halt!"

Chen Hongwu did not stop.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and smoke filled the air.

Chen Hongwu frowned, his body twisting like a snake as he charged forward! The bullet grazed past him, leaving him unharmed.

He rushed forward in two steps, then suddenly lowered his shoulders and leaned against the mountain like a bear, crashing into Sato's chest and abdomen.

Sato raised his sword to parry, and Chen Hong's body suddenly trembled. All his strength was transmitted from his shoulder to his right fist, and its trajectory changed abruptly. Like a cannonball being fired, it slammed towards Sato's jaw.

This move is called "Shaking the Lice and Crashing the Mountain". First, the opponent's center of gravity is pushed back by the shoulder, and then the whole body shakes, and the force of the shaking is poured into the crumbling fist.

"Bang!"

The explosive punch shattered Sato's jaw like a casserole dish, his head snapped back, and his feet left the ground.

Chen Hongwu wouldn't allow him to fly away, taking half a step forward and raising his right fist high again. He advanced and delivered a downward punch.

"boom!"

The blow struck Sato Hyakuhi, causing his skull to collapse inward instantly, with bone fragments embedded in his skull!