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

The Japanese officer had lost his right arm, but his face remained ashen.

He leaned against a pile of scrap yarn, his military uniform at the severed arm resembling an oil-soaked rag, blood streaming down his shoulder and pooling on the ground.

But he clenched his teeth, his facial muscles hardened, his chest and abdomen suddenly bulged, and a breath of stale air was forced out from deep in his throat.

The muscles around the wound spasmed and tightened, like countless tiny iron clamps closing at once, and he managed to hold back most of the gushing blood with his bare hands.

The vitality of a master of internal energy is truly astonishing.

"Mr. Sutherland." The colonel's voice was hoarse, cold sweat poured down his forehead, but his eyes still held a fierce glint.

Susser met his gaze, and the two stopped exchanging words.

They pounced simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right!

Although the Japanese colonel had lost his right arm, his left fist was as heavy as a hammer. He changed his footwork and used the "entering step" from the Daito-ryu Aikijutsu. With a step diagonally, his left arm wrapped horizontally from the outside to the inside, and he actually used his one arm to perform a "wrist throw".

This technique avoids direct confrontation; instead, it uses the arm as a snake to coil and drag, aiming to control Chen Hongwu's left flank.

Su Se was in front, his back whips moving in a continuous stream, his arms crossed like two evil dragons emerging from their caves, sometimes lashing, sometimes sweeping, sometimes flicking, sometimes stabbing, stirring up dust that completely covered Chen Hongwu's front.

The two were one orthodox and one unorthodox, one tall and one short.

One of them used a whip to attack from a distance, specifically targeting Chen Hongwu's eyes, throat, chest, and groin; his methods were extremely vicious.

One of them used contortionist techniques to entangle Chen Hongwu, intending to cut off his escape route while he dodged the whip. The two surrounded him, like scissors clamping down, like hunting dogs fighting a tiger.

Chen Hongwu was not afraid at all. He straightened his back, and his blood and qi surged like a tide, with the sound of wind and thunder rumbling in his bones.

"You want to surround me?" Chen Hongwu suddenly said, "Over the years, what I've been best at is killing people in the industry."

He stepped forward with his left foot, his entire body plunging between the two like a spear.

His hand rose like a tiger's claw, slashing towards Su Se's face with a palm strike as fierce as an axe.

Su Se leaned back to dodge, but before Chen Hongwu could finish his punch, he stepped forward and elbowed Chen Hongwu to the left, using the Bajiquan technique "Tie Shan Kao".

Just as the colonel was about to wrap his arms around the arm, he was struck in the left rib by the horizontal elbow strike. With a loud "bang," like a drum being shattered, he was sent flying several steps and crashed into the sandbag.

Seeing that he couldn't gain the upper hand, Su Se frowned deeply, thinking to himself that this person was exceptionally talented and had a fierce will. If he didn't kill him today, he would never have another chance!

"Baka!"

The Japanese colonel gritted his teeth, clenched his left fist, and lunged again.

Chen Hongwu then engaged in a fierce battle with the two men.

Su Se's Tongbei Fist is both hard and soft, sometimes like a long bridge opening a mountain, sometimes like a close-range short whip, with fingers, palms, fists and hooks changing in turn.

The colonel's Aikijutsu is specifically designed for close combat, using his waist, shoulders, knees, and hips as weapons.

Chen Hongwu was like a giant python coiling around a mountain, sometimes using the Bagua mud-walking steps to maneuver and move around, sometimes using the Xingyi dragon form to turn his body and strike hard, and sometimes using the Bajiquan mountain-leaning technique to rush and crash fast.

He was full of energy, his fists were becoming more and more powerful, and thunderous sounds rolled from his throat, his breathing was like thunder.

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

The three men unleashed a series of attacks in the center of the factory area, blasting the yellow earth beneath their feet as if it had been plowed.

Several sandbags burst open, and the yellow sand, blown by the wind, turned half the field yellow.

Fists and feet clashed, thunderous sounds echoed, and grass clippings flew everywhere.

The three sometimes came together, and sometimes suddenly separated, each collision bringing up yellow sand and blood droplets.

Chen Hongwu unleashed a series of deadly moves, forcing Su Se and the colonel to retreat steadily. However, these two were masters of internal energy, protecting each other and revealing no weakness.

Just then, Su Se suddenly let out a long howl, the sound sharp and shrill like a ghost's wail. Like a male wolf summoning its pack, after the wolf's howl, another clear howl suddenly rang out from the depths of the factory area.

Before the whistling had subsided, a gray figure darted out from the direction of the brick house, its feet barely touching the ground, rushing straight into the field like a ghost.

The gray shadow was weightless, skimming along the ground and covering the thirty-zhang distance in just three breaths.

Chen Hongwu glanced at him and saw a lean man in his forties, wearing a blue cloth long gown, hemp shoes without socks, and a thick braid as thick as a child's arm, with white hair in the braid looking like bone spurs in the moonlight.

Coming from the northeast, his leg, like an axe, swept straight down Chen Hongwu's lower back.

Chen Hongwu sensed the wind, but without turning around, he pushed off with his front foot and darted to the right. His leg swept away the sandbag pile and struck it with a muffled "thud." The sandbag collapsed completely, and yellow sand gushed out from the tear like a jet of blood.

"Another wild boar has arrived." Chen Hongwu landed, turned to face the three men, and spoke calmly.

The newcomer stood still, one leg in front of the other, his body low to the ground, like a hunting dog.

He glanced at the colonel's severed right arm, then at the bloodstains on Su Se's chest, his face darkening: "As expected of Chen Hongwu, whose reputation shakes the world, he actually managed to force two top experts into such a predicament."

Su Se said, "If Brother Ma had arrived earlier, this wouldn't have happened."

It turns out that this person's surname was Ma, and his given name was "Chuan". He was also a lackey raised by the Qing Dynasty.

This time, the Japanese used Chen Shi as bait to lay a bomb ambush. Su Se and Ma Chuan guarded two routes: Su Se in the open and Ma Chuan in the dark. They waited for Chen Hongwu to rush into the central brick house, then they would catch him off guard, detonate the gunpowder, and flee a hundred miles away.

Chen Hongwu had sensed danger earlier and turned back halfway. Not only did he avoid the trap, but he also fought with Su Se and the other two first.

By the time Ma Chuan arrived after hearing the commotion, one person had already been killed.

"Stop talking nonsense," the Japanese colonel gritted his teeth. "If this man doesn't die today, he'll be a huge threat in the future."

Ma Chuan smiled coldly, said nothing more, and suddenly sprang into action.

This person has a foundation in Xingyi Bengquan, and also incorporates the ruthlessness of Northern Chuojiao.

His attacks were direct and straightforward, his fists like flying stones and his feet like iron whips, each strike aimed at Chen Hongwu's head, throat, back of the head, and groin.

With each rise and fall, the heels and toes peck at the ground like bird beaks, each step and push leaving deep pits in the ground.

The four of them went from a chaotic melee to a pincer attack.

Three masters of internal energy, each with their own distinct style, were like three wolves surrounding a fierce tiger.

Su Se's long arms were like whips; he only fought on the periphery, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Ma Chuan engaged in close-quarters combat, unleashing a barrage of Xingyi Bengquan punches.

Chen Hongwu's blood and qi surged like a rainbow, his movements were fluid and unstoppable, like a dragon swimming in the abyss, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward.

He sometimes used the Bagua Steps to move around, and sometimes he used the Xingyi Tiger Pounce to forcefully advance, firmly holding the three people in the center of the open space, like a lone reef in a raging torrent, unmoved by the three raging waves.

With three experts at the Transformation Realm simultaneously pressing forward, all fighting desperately, the pressure was immense.

Su Se's whip never left his heart and temples, those vital points.

Ma Chuan's Beng Quan (a type of punch) continued relentlessly. The Colonel's Jiu-Jitsu was like a persistent, lingering ailment.

As Chen Hongwu was exchanging a punch with Ma Chuan, Su Se had already circled behind him, her five claws striking out towards the back of his neck.

Chen Hongwu sensed something and swept his foot back, forcing Su Se back.

"You've delivered yourself right to my doorstep." Chen Hongwu's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He suddenly shrank his shoulder and crashed into the colonel's arms.

This collision is called "Halberd Embracing the Moon"!

Using his shoulder as a spear, his spine as a shaft, and the strength of his entire body as the spearhead, the colonel extended one arm under his armpit, leaving his center wide open.

"Bang!"

Chen Hongwu's shoulder pierced the colonel's sternum with a muffled thud, the sound of bones shattering like broken tiles.

"puff!"

The colonel coughed up blood from his mouth and nose, and his body bent backward like a folded bow.

Chen Hongwu refused to give up, and his right fist struck straight at the colonel's throat from the center line, so fast that there was no time to blink.

"Snap!"

As soon as the fist struck, the colonel's Adam's apple was smashed into his neck, blood gushing from all seven orifices, and he died on the spot.

But at that moment, Ma Chuan kicked Chen Hongwu squarely in the lower back.

Using the momentum, Chen Hongwu lunged forward, rolled twice, and knelt on one knee.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he bit his tongue hard, channeling all his strength into his palm as he threw the severed arm on the ground toward Ma Chuan's face.