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

Chen Hongwu withdrew his fist. Sato Kenichi's body was still stiff, but in less than a breath, it went limp as if its spine had been removed, and its head hit the ground first with a dull thud.

"Bang!"

At that very moment, the hairs on the back of his head suddenly stood on end.

someone!

The attack came incredibly fast, without a sound, as if it had grown out of the shadows of the eaves.

Two thin, hook-like hands moved from bottom to top, first twisting his right wrist, then wrapping around his right elbow, the entire arm coiling around the pillar like a python, instantly locking the right half of his body.

The movements were rapid and fluid, like countless suction cups sticking to it.

Ancient Jiu-Jitsu: Joint Twist!

In 1913, the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai invited Koizumi Iwataro, a renowned master of ancient jujutsu, to teach close combat to the soldiers. This jujutsu style did not emphasize punches and kicks, but only grappling, strangulation, and throws.

Once you're hooked up with someone, it's like being trapped in quagmire; the more you struggle, the tighter the snare becomes.

Even more insidious is that the second strike will target your throat, back of the neck, or the back of your knees.

Chen Hongwu's right arm was entangled, and before his opponent could exert force to throw him, his waist and hips had already sank down.

His left palm, like a tortoise's paw, flicked outward from the center line to the left, the force flowing smoothly like a cow's tongue curling up grass, which is the transformative force of the Bagua "Divine Tortoise Floating on Water".

The attacker had just felt his right wrist being pried open by a gentle force when his face was exposed, and even his left ribs were now vulnerable.

Chen Hongwu suddenly brought his arms inward.

Just like a crocodile biting its prey, it twists its spine with just a twist.

This is the explosive power of Bajiquan's "Cross Force" and Xingyiquan's "Spiral Shake".

The two forces, one to the left and one to the right, one up and one down, twisted in Chen Hongwu's chest and flowed down his arms to his palms and fingers.

His two palms, like the long snout of a crocodile, had already pressed down and cut into the opponent's elbows.

Alligator tail cutting!

"what!"

Before the attacker could even scream, Chen Hongwu's shoulder slammed into his chest, sending him flying like a broken bag. Five or six of his ribs snapped, and a broken piece of bone pierced through his clothes, sticking out white and jagged.

The man collapsed at the bottom of the steps, trembling all over, but he did not die.

He gritted his yellow teeth, making a grinding sound, and blood spurted from his mouth all over his clothes, but instead he grinned.

He staggered to his feet as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy, his hands grabbing wildly in the air as he lunged forward recklessly, grabbing Chen Hongwu's right leg and gripping his ankle with all his might.

Just as Chen Hongwu was about to step down, he used the "Golden Rooster Stomping a Grasshopper" technique to stomp the half-dead military expert, hand and all, into the ground.

To everyone's surprise, the opponent did not let go after the kick. Instead, he channeled all his strength into his waist and hips, and his two arms wrapped around Chen Hongwu's ankles like iron hoops.

The man was in so much pain that his face was covered in sweat, yet he was still laughing wildly, "Ha, ha."

"You can't escape, you can't escape." He forced out each word in broken Chinese, "Cherry blossoms will fade, and people will die. As long as we can hold you off, everyone here... will have sacrificed everything..."

Before the words were finished, a short, sharp whistle suddenly came from the horizon.

The howling sound came from afar, initially like the howling of a night owl, then suddenly grew louder, turning into a rumbling thunderclap.

Chen Hongwu froze, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He had practiced martial arts for many years and could remain calm even when facing swords and spears, but at this moment, he felt a chill run through his very bones.

cannon!

"boom!"

The first shell landed in the front yard, tearing half of the roof off, sending flames soaring into the sky, and shattered tiles and broken wood flying everywhere.

The powerful blast wave blew the threshold off its frame and sent it flying.

Chen Hongwu ducked and pulled his leg away, managing to break free from the half-dead man's grasp. He rolled behind the screen wall, and the second shot exploded on the roof of the main house.

With a deafening roar, the entire main hall collapsed, and flames engulfed the bodies of Sato and the Japanese master amidst the smoke and dust.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of cannons echoed continuously, and the front yard, veranda, stone steps, and walls all trembled.

The ground bounced in waves, as if a giant beast was turning over and over endlessly underground.

Before the Japanese expert was blown away, he still had a charred hand outstretched, as if grasping at something, and his laughter was intermittent before being swallowed up by the artillery fire.

Clearly, this is a trap. By using the lives of all members of the Black Dragon Society as bait, they aim to keep him occupied, making it easier to unleash a barrage of artillery fire.

"Boom boom boom!"

Chen Hongwu pushed off with his feet and shot out, his body skimming the ground.

Amidst the flying sand and stones, he suddenly gathered his strength, took two steps forward, and smashed open the half-closed back door outside the courtyard wall.

The flames poured down from the roof of the main house, engulfing the screen wall where he had just hidden into ashes.

"boom!"

Another shot landed right at the entrance of the back alley.

Shrapnel rained down like locusts, turning the air in half the street into a turbulent, crimson mass.

Using the walls for leverage, Chen Hongwu executed a "Swallow Triple Water Leap," flipping over three low walls in succession and finally reaching South Street.

Behind them, the entire Yamato Trading Company had turned into a boiling inferno.

Flames filled the sky, black smoke billowed, and screams and the sound of breaking wooden beams blended together.

Chen Hongwu's clothes were charred, and his ears were ringing.

Flames shot into the sky, turning half of Hongkou red.

The fire at the Yamato Trading Company had spread over the courtyard wall, and thick smoke, like a dragon, swept across Wusong Road with the wind, shattering the night.

The explosions had barely subsided when sparks continued to fly from the rubble, crackling and popping like a pot of molten lead that had exploded.

As soon as Chen Hongwu turned into a narrow street, he heard a whistle suddenly sound ahead.

"Over there! Over there!"

At the south entrance of Wusong Road, three searchlights lit up almost simultaneously, their white beams piercing through the smoke and casting huge halos on the ground.

Then, a jumble of footsteps approached from both the front and back.

The whole street was like a ferocious beast awakened, with voices, gunshots, and the sound of leather boots crushing rubble all around.

Ahead of Chen Hongwu was a row of Japanese soldiers crouching in the middle of the road, holding Type 38 rifles, their bayonets glowing red in the firelight.

Shadows moved about on the rooftops on both sides of the street.

With no time to determine his location, Chen Hongwu ducked, gripped the ground with his toes, and unleashed a burst of energy from the soles of his feet, like a leopard driven into a dead end by fire, suddenly charging diagonally out along the street.

Gunshots rang out suddenly.

"Da da da!"

A burst of extremely dense gunfire landed where Chen Hongwu had just stood, shattering the bluestone slabs into fragments, leaving them riddled with bullet holes, like a rain of iron piercing the ground.

Bullets chased his shadow, biting him from one end of the street to the other.

The wall plaster splattered, the stone slabs cracked, and sparks flew everywhere.

The crisp gunshots mingled together, making the whole street buzz.

Chen Hongwu pushed his movement technique to its limit, moving left and right in a series of quick steps, using the walls, pillars, and eaves as leverage, his body moving like a snake, sometimes crouching and sometimes darting.

Bullets grazed his back, shoulders, and legs; a barrage of fierce firepower swept across the battlefield, the bullet trajectories intertwining like a net.

No matter how fast he was or how agile he was at dodging, he still couldn't avoid being hit by stray bullets.

"Snapped!"

One bullet pierced his left back rib, and another entered his right shoulder.

Chen Hongwu paused for a moment, then with a "slap," it sounded as if someone had slapped him on the back.

The two bullets penetrated less than an inch into the flesh, yet they were firmly held in place.

At that moment, his muscles were like bulging iron sandbags. As soon as the bullet entered, the muscle bundles around the wound tightened instantly, like two rows of iron pincers clamping the bullet down firmly.

This is the wonder of the body's transformation energy; not a feather can be added, not even a fly can land.

It not only possesses the subtlety of listening to force, but also the ability to lock force.

Muscles, fascia, and blood flow are all integrated into one body. Once a bullet pierces the skin, it is wrapped up layer by layer and can hardly penetrate any further.

Chen Hongwu climbed over a half-collapsed wall on the side of the street and exhaled slightly.

Blood seeped from his vest and left shoulder, but the amount wasn't large.

He pressed his hand against the injured area, and then the muscles in his entire back twitched. The sight was eerie, as if two live snakes were crawling under his skin.

suddenly--

"Pfft! Pfft!"

With two muffled thuds, the bullets embedded in the flesh were forced out and fell to the ground, still dripping blood.

The wounds quickly closed up, leaving only two shallow marks, like a light cut from a knife.

A moment later, even the traces faded away.