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

Chen Hongwu suddenly moved.

It's unclear whether the movement was initiated by the figure or by the energy itself.

Su Se felt a blur before her eyes, and a gust of wind rushed towards her, stretching the lantern flame into a horizontal line.

Chen Hongwu's move is called "The Hidden Dragon Rises from the Water".

The body's Qi and blood burst forth from the Yongquan point on the sole of the foot, flowing through the knee, hip, waist, and spine, segment by segment, until it suddenly splits at the Jianjing point and flows into both arms.

He emerged from the shadow of the broken wall like a giant dragon awakening from hibernation; his strength arrived even before he straightened up.

The target was not Suther, but the Japanese colonel.

Su Se is a seasoned veteran, and by making his presence known openly, he must have been holding back most of his strength, ready to face Chen Hongwu's attack at any moment.

The Japanese colonel stood tall and proud, and although he looked imposing, his posture was loose and his breathing was shallow. He was clearly not used to night fighting and was unwilling to show his weakness in front of others. He was just putting on a brave face.

The colonel only reacted when Chen Hongwu approached him.

He stepped out with his left foot, pushed off with his right foot, and the military knife at his waist was pulled out halfway with a "whoosh".

Before the knife was fully drawn, Chen Hongwu's fist had already arrived.

Crushing Fist!

The boxing manual says: "Bengquan belongs to wood, originates from the liver, and is as swift as an arrow."

Chen Hongwu's upper body muscles rippled like a python, his right fist bursting out from his waist with a slight bend in his elbow, completing five power-gathering actions in a very short distance: kicking, twisting his waist, pushing his shoulder, sending his elbow, and penetrating his wrist.

Before the sound of the fist cutting through the wind even arrived, the colonel's abdominal skin had already been dented by the force of the punch.

"Bang!"

That colonel was no ordinary man; he parried the punch with the hilt of his sword and actually took the punch head-on with the end of the scabbard.

Fist and knife clashed, the metal hummed, and the yellow tassels on the knife hilt fluttered wildly, like a startled bird taking flight.

But how tyrannical and domineering was the force of Chen Hongwu's collapse?

The colonel's tiger's mouth split open on the spot, half of his knife flew out, and he was hit as if by a cannon. His feet left the ground, and he flew backward for a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters). His back smashed through a dilapidated door, and he fell into a pile of rubble, dust swirling around him.

"boom!"

"What a ruthless brat!" Su Se shouted from the side and pounced on him.

His footwork was extremely strange, neither the short bridge of Southern Fist nor the wide swing of Northern Leg, but rather as if a line was brushing against him.

Half of his body resembled a fire-roasted iron whip, forming a dark line from his heels to the top of his head.

With each movement of his arms, a subtle, teeth-grinding "snap, snap" sound was heard, like pulling on a cowhide, tearing a cowhide, or someone forcibly pulling an oily rope off an old wooden beam.

Tongbei Quan - Whip Hand!

Tongbei Quan emphasizes "extending the length to strike from a distance," using the waist as an axis, the back as a bow, and the arms as whips, with power flowing from the shoulders to the back.

When practicing, the most important thing is to be relaxed and supple; when using it, the most important thing is to be crisp and elastic.

Su Se's whip-like hand, with her five fingers together and the back of her hand as hard as an iron plate, lashed out at Chen Hongwu's right ear.

Before the palm even landed, the strong wind had already raised a layer of goosebumps on the right side of Chen Hongwu's face.

Chen Hongwu neither dodged nor retreated. He took a step forward with his right foot, his body suddenly shrinking, as if he had shrunk by half.

"Whoosh!"

Su Se's whip grazed his head, the sound of the wind like an arrow, turning a few strands of his hair into dust.

Chen Hongwu had mastered the "turtle listening to thunder" shrinking technique to the bone. This shrinking not only did not dissipate his strength, but instead stored all the power in his body in his tailbone, like a spring compressed to its limit.

The next moment, Chen Hongwu exploded.

He kicked off with his left foot, his body leaping up, his right fist shooting upwards like a giant python piercing the sky, aiming straight for Susser's face.

The fist technique incorporates a serpentine spiraling force, with the entire arm flipping three times in the air, creating a visible vortex in the air.

Xingyi Snake Form - Drilling Fist!

Su Se responded with a "Good!" and instead of backing down, she welcomed him.

He crossed his palms in front of his chest, his arms twisting like two soft whips, one inside and one outside, wiping out most of Chen Hongwu's drill. Then, his left palm emerged from under his right elbow, his fingertips poking at Chen Hongwu's Adam's apple.

This was incredibly strange, like a snake's forked tongue or a venomous bee's wagging tail.

Halfway through, his fingertips were still trembling.

Su Se had practiced Tongbei Quan for over thirty years and had long since reached the level of "finger skill penetrating the bone." This time, she was reckless, focusing on the Tian Tu acupoint below her throat. She retracted her middle, ring, and little fingers, leaving only her index finger pointing out.

Before the finger even reached him, Chen Hongwu's throat was already numb.

"What a fine 'White Snake Spits Its Tongue' technique!" Chen Hongwu sneered inwardly.

Instead of retreating, his throat arched upward, a burst of air erupted, his vocal cords tightened abruptly, and a "Get out!" rolled out of his throat.

Smash it!

Like thunder in spring, like war drums piercing the ears, a tangible wave of air exploded outwards from Chen Hongwu's mouth and nose.

Su Se was getting old, and his eardrums were shaken by the roar, causing his fingers to slow down half a beat. Chen Hongwu took the opportunity to grab his wrist, his five fingers as hard as iron, digging into his tendons.

Chen Hongwu twisted his five fingers, and two crisp sounds came from Su Se's wrist.

The wrist bone was not broken, but the tendons in the hand were locked.

Su Se showed no signs of pain and quickly calmed down.

With a shrug, his entire arm seemed to suddenly lose its bones, slipping out of Chen Hongwu's grasp with a slippery ease, like an eel entering water or a venomous snake emerging from its cage.

Chen Hongwu was prepared; before he could retreat, he took another step forward—

Baguazhang - Advancing Penetrating Palm!

His palms flew back and forth, like butterflies flitting among flowers.

The piercing palm and the soothing back whip, one hard and one soft, one straight and one curved, mingled together in the night.

Chen Hongwu moved swiftly around Su Se, sometimes tall, sometimes short, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.

Su Se, on the other hand, spun around in place, her two arms like two unpredictable whips, moving forward and backward, up and down, completely covering her body.

The sounds of whips, applause, punches, and footsteps were as dense as a sudden downpour.

The Japanese colonel climbed out of the pile of waste yarn, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and drew his sword.

This time, he was no longer arrogant. The back of the blade was against the outside of his right arm, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, as he approached with small, quick steps, as if treading water. Moonlight fell on the blade, its cold gleam like frost.

Although the sword did not whistle, Chen Hongwu already knew that the Japanese man's first strike must be in the style of "Iaijutsu".

He stepped aside, only to see the colonel suddenly stop.

Before the knife was drawn, a short gun appeared in his arms.

"Despicable!" Chen Hongwu shouted coldly.

It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head; he shifted his foot to the left and swept away sideways.

The bullet grazed his right waist, struck the old brick wall, and sent sparks flying, scorching a dry blade of grass black.

The colonel gave a sinister smile: "What is despicable? I only know that you are going to die today."

As he spoke, he fired a burst of fire from his pistol, three bullets like three lines of fire, blocking Chen Hongwu's escape routes.

Chen Hongwu stopped dodging.

He suddenly shrank back, rolled on the spot, and when he got up again, he was already pressed against the right side of the colonel.

As the colonel swung his gun back, Chen Hongwu's left palm struck the barrel first.

With a "snap," the gun was knocked out of his hand and flew away, leaving four faint finger marks on the barrel.

"It's a good gun." Chen Hongwu raised his eyes, his voice not loud, but chilling. "Unfortunately, the hand was too slow."

The colonel's face twitched, and he swept his saber horizontally.

Chen Hongwu did not retreat. He stepped forward with his right foot, turned his body halfway, and used his left palm like a tiger's claw to grab the colonel's wrist holding the knife.

Bajiquan - Tiger Claw Wrist Lock!

At the same time as he did so, Chen Hongwu's right fist shot out from below, the tip of his fist pointing directly at the elbow joint.

"Snap!"

The colonel's wrist was gripped, his elbow was bent backward, and the hilt of his knife was flipped so that instead of cutting, the blade sliced ​​towards his own forearm.

He screamed and desperately tried to retreat, but Chen Hongwu didn't give him a chance to escape.

This final move was the culmination of Chen Hongwu's entire preparation.

A divine turtle floats on the water!

Chen Hongwu spread his arms wide, like a giant tortoise paddling in the water, supporting the colonel's right elbow with his left arm and pressing his right palm down under his ribs.

With this press, Chen Hongwu did not exert any force, but only used the momentum of the colonel's retreat, and then pulled in opposite directions with both hands.

Like a crocodile biting its prey's hind leg, clamping it tightly with its two front claws, and then swinging its body.

Chen Hongwu's spine was like a dragon, each segment crackling, and a spiraling force burst forth from his waist and hips, flowing straight through his arms.

"Sizzle—"

A piercing tearing sound, mixed with the crisp cracking of bones and fascia breaking, exploded amidst the Japanese colonel's screams of agony.

Chen Hongwu tore off his right arm in its entirety!

Blood splattered like rain, and bits of flesh and broken bones sprayed down from mid-air. The colonel's body fell heavily into the pile of waste yarn like a puppet with its strings cut.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Chen Hongwu stood in the middle of the field, still holding the severed arm in his left hand, with drops of blood dripping from his right fist like broken red agate beads.