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

Chen Hongwu and Lu Xiaojia turned around instinctively and saw Chen Gongzhe walking briskly towards them.

"Master Chen, wait a minute!" He walked hurriedly, his robe billowing in the wind.

Chen Hongwu stopped and looked back at him.

Chen Gongzhe first bowed to Lu Xiaojia, then whispered to Chen Hongwu, "I will go with you. Commander Lu is a military man, upright and straightforward, and his word is his bond."

You have a straightforward personality and never flatter. If the two of you get together, and something goes wrong, a conflict will break out. No matter who suffers, it will ultimately be a lose-lose situation.

"My Jingwu Association has been operating in Shanghai for many years and has some connections with both the military and political circles. With me present, if things get heated, I can mediate a bit, which is better than you going alone."

He spoke sincerely, but Chen Hongwu shook his head.

"President Chen, there's no need. I'm not going to ask for favors, nor am I going to settle a score with Lu Yongxiang. You stay at the Jingwu Association and get things ready for the martial arts school. I can handle it on my own."

Chen Gongzhe wanted to persuade him further, but seeing Chen Hongwu's firm gaze, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He sighed softly, "Alright, be careful. If anything goes wrong, don't force it; Lu Yongxiang has troops."

Chen Hongwu simply nodded, turned around, and got into the car.

The car started, and Lu Xiaojia personally accompanied Chen Hongwu to sit in the back seat.

Two escort vehicles, one in front of the other, headed towards Longhua along the main road.

As dusk fell and the streetlights came on, the plane trees of the French Concession receded like ghostly shadows outside the car window.

Lu Xiaojia was still rambling on about anecdotes from Shanghai, while Chen Hongwu closed his eyes and pretended to doze off, not responding.

Suddenly, his eyelids snapped open, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Outside the car window, the street scene remained the same, with pedestrians coming and going.

But Chen Hongwu felt a heat on his back, his hair stood on end, and it felt as if an electric current was rolling under his skin.

The feeling came incredibly quickly, like being glanced at from a great distance in the darkness, like a hunter outside a dense forest carefully measuring the back of his prey's neck with the muzzle of his gun.

Chen Hongwu reacted instantly.

"Master Chen?" Lu Xiaojia felt a tightness around her waist, and was lifted up by a strong force, making her dizzy.

Chen Hongwu pulled Lu Xiaojia into his arms, wrapped his left arm around her, and pushed her upwards with his right palm, causing his entire body to spring upwards like a rocket.

"Bang!"

His right palm, like a knife, plunged into the metal sheet of the car roof. With a flick of his fingertips, he tore it open, producing a tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound. The thick metal sheet was ripped open like cloth.

Chen Hongwu pushed off with both feet inside the carriage, and he burst out through the gap, carrying Lu Xiaojia like a cannonball.

With a flip in the air, it landed lightly on the side of the street.

He casually pushed Lu Xiaojia against the wall, then crouched down and held his palms out in front of him for protection.

Before the driver and the passenger in the front seat could react, they heard a loud "boom".

A black sedan suddenly sped out from a dark alley and crashed into the side of the car Chen Hongwu had been riding in.

The car flew sideways seven or eight feet like a cardboard box overturned by a giant beast, tumbling twice on the ground, shards of glass scattering all over the street.

Lu Xiaojia leaned against the wall, mouth agape, face pale, still not understanding what had happened.

The escort vehicle in front braked suddenly, and several guards pushed open the door to get out.

But the car that caused the accident had already stopped, and the two rear doors on both sides popped open at the same time. Two armed agents rolled to the ground and opened fire in this direction.

"Da da da!"

Gunfire erupted, and bullets rained down like a storm of iron.

Before the guards could even draw their guns, two of them were shot and fell to the ground.

Chen Hongwu was no longer in the same spot; he moved like a ghost, skimming across the ground as he sped away.

Bullets struck him in front and behind, sending up a trail of pebbles, but they couldn't catch up with him no matter what.

The cicadas sense the autumn wind before it even blows!

When one's martial arts skills reach the level of "Hua Jin" (化劲), one's six senses become clear, one can feel the opening and closing of the pores of one's body, and as one's qi and blood surge, one's heart connects with the breath of heaven and earth.

Before the hostility was revealed, the murderous intent was already felt; before the other party could make a move, the body had already reacted.

Taoism speaks of "silence gives rise to clarity," and Zen Buddhism says "remaining still and unmoved, all phenomena manifest before one's eyes"—both share the same principle.

In his later years, Sun Lutang was traveling through Tianjin with his disciples when they came to a narrow alley. Suddenly, Sun Lutang stopped and ordered his men to change course. His disciples were puzzled, but soon after, they heard that there was a bomb planted in the alley.

When Shang Yunxiang was in the army, he once suddenly reined in his horse during a march to avoid an oncoming sniper shot.

Such things may sound like myths to outsiders, but those who practice internal martial arts know that they are simply the result of reaching the pinnacle of skill and developing a sensitivity to the flow of qi.

Chen Hongwu had sensed the murderous intent emanating from the shadows while he was in the car.

The feeling was inexplicable, like a drop of ice water falling into the back of his neck, causing him to instantly flare up.

With a few leaps and bounds, he was already close to the two agents.

The man on the left flung his gun aside, drew his dagger in his other hand, and thrust it straight at Chen Hongwu's throat; the man on the right raised his gun to press against Chen Hongwu's head.

Chen Hongwu flipped his left hand, like an eagle's claw, and grabbed the left-handed agent's wrist holding the knife, pulling him towards his chest. At the same time, his right elbow thrust out, striking the agent squarely in the chest.

The agent was sent flying backward as if struck by a hammer, his sternum shattered.

Before the right-hand agent could even raise his gun halfway, Chen Hongwu had already spun around and struck him with his right palm, which, like a knife, sliced ​​across his Adam's apple. With a "crack," the man's head tilted to one side, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

From the moment the vehicle was hit to the deaths of the two agents, only a few breaths passed.

Lu Xiaojia finally came to her senses and saw Chen Hongwu standing between the two corpses. She was so frightened that her legs went weak and she had to lean against the wall to keep from sitting down.

Chen Hongwu flicked the blood beads off his palm, glanced back at him, and said indifferently, "Young Master Lu, it seems there are quite a few people who want you dead."