Chapter Thirteen: You Dare to Attack the Police

  With a loud thud, Sun Changfeng was also quickly swept away by Wang Chan's powerful kick and got up from the ground with a quick flip. Seeing that he no longer had his gun in hand, Wang Chan put down his guard, slowly exhaled, and turned around slowly, scanning his eyes before fixing them on Sun Changfeng, shouting sternly: "Look at what other tricks you have, use them all, don't lose the face of Baguazhang before you die!"

  "Tiger Claw Fist, you've practiced Southern Shaolin Tiger Form Fist, and it seems like you also have the powerful Vajra Palm technique in there. You can actually shatter stone into powder, which is unheard of." As if he hadn't heard Wang Chan's words at all, Sun Changfeng suddenly sprang up from the ground, continuously shaking his hands while looking at Wang Chan with a face full of astonishment and uncertainty.

  Wang Chan's thirteen Tai Ba horizontal smelting originally came from the ancestor of the old master, who stole it from the scripture storage room during the Kangxi fire in Southern Shaolin. It records some secret fist methods of Southern Shaolin, which is normal. Unexpectedly, Sun Changfeng's eyes were poisonous and sharp, and he could see eight or nine out of ten.

  "How dare you still attack police and kill policemen?"

  In response to Sun Changfeng's subsequent sentence of stern and severe questioning, Wang Chan snorted with disdain, his face twisted in a ferocious grin, and all he responded with was a thunderous tiger's roar that reached its peak.

  Things in the world can be complicated or simple, depending on how you look at them. In Wang Chan's heart, there is only one principle: to repay kindness and revenge grievances.

  "What can repay kindness? Repay malice with honesty and repay kindness with kindness."

  Even a sage of ancient times would not have thought that when others want to kill him, he would let them off. Only fools do such things!

  "Since that's the case, I'll also come and experience your Tiger Shape Fist!"

  After three or two breaths, the panic on Sun Chengfeng's face suddenly subsided extremely quickly. Replacing it was an expression of unparalleled solemnity, without joy or sorrow, his body slightly lowered, and from the gap between his narrowed eyes, two sharp and cold lights shot out like knives.

  After all, having experienced great winds and waves, personally killing people, Sun Changfeng's ferocity was beyond doubt. However, as he calmed down, a low humming noise like thunder rolling in the distance suddenly emanated from his nose and mouth. At first, the sound seemed to come from a distant horizon, but after three to five sounds, it was like thunder piercing one's ears, reverberating repeatedly throughout the empty mountain cave.

  Wang Zhen knew that this was the secret "Qi Fa" in Baguazhang, also known as the mysterious and wonderful "Wind Transmission" of the external world, and the "Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound" of Xingyiquan, which is a different path but with the same goal, referring to the so-called "Heng Ha Er Qi", all of which are methods that use sound to enhance one's internal power.

  "It seems that this Sun Changfeng has truly grasped the essence of Bajiquan, even mastering the 'Hong' and 'Ha' internal energies. What a pity! I wonder which branch of the Eight Extremes school he comes from?"

  Sun Changfeng let out a hum and a huff, his chest and abdomen rising and falling in unison. He simply tore apart the already tattered clothes on his body, revealing the ancient copper-colored, steel-plate-like muscles underneath.

  The Eight Extremities Fist emphasizes internal three harmonies and external three harmonies, using the mind to guide the breath, with the breath urging the power. The inside and outside, top and bottom are complete as one breath, emphasizing the harmony of yin and yang, the flow of energy, internally practicing the breath can benefit oneself; externally practicing hardness and strengthening the bones and muscles. Therefore, true masters of the Eight Extremities Fist have difficulty distinguishing between internal and external schools. However, for a long time this style has been known for its powerful and fierce power generation, with rapid rises and falls, so many times it is also classified as an external school by most people.

  But someone like Sun Changfeng, who obtained the secret method of Qi Na from Ba Ji Quan, after years of bitter practice, has already achieved a perfect fusion of internal and external forces. His fist technique has transformed from external to internal, with a hint of yang turning into yin, just like a piece of raw iron being forged into fine steel through repeated hammering. Every muscle in his body is lean and deadly.

  He's like a mad demon! Sun Changfeng saw Wang Chan's series of moves and knew that the bald man in front of him was really formidable. Now that his gun had fallen to the ground and he didn't have time to use it, he couldn't bear to retreat, so he gritted his teeth and came at him. As soon as he made a move, he became like a mad demon, his fists and feet flying like the wind.

  With the power accumulated in his body, he suddenly stomped his foot down with great force, producing a loud rumbling sound. He charged forward, his fists flying like shooting stars and his eyes gleaming like lightning. His waist twisted like a snake and his feet moved swiftly like a drill, as he slid forward, clenched his fist and spun around, unleashing a punch that shot up to the sky like a cannonball, directly striking Wang Chan's jaw.

  Boom! With a single stomp of his foot, it was as if a heavy hydraulic pile driver had moved at close range. The stone and cement ground seemed to crack like a spider web everywhere, the entire surface shaking violently, making people's hearts tremble with fear.

  Sun Changfeng's punch was powerful, and suddenly a burst of air whistled through the air with a shrill howl.

  "This bald-headed man is agile and slippery, his hands are ruthless and deadly. Every move he makes is a killing blow, I don't know where Zhou Lin found this master. I just finished fighting with Lei Laohu's group, my physical strength has been depleted. Originally, I wanted to use my police identity to temporarily suppress them and delay for some time before dealing with these two people. Unexpectedly, this bald-headed man is so ferocious that he dares to launch an attack on me under the gunpoint. Now the situation has turned around, I must be careful and deal with him properly, otherwise, I will lose my life in a ditch."

  At the moment he made his move, many thoughts flashed through Sun Changfeng's mind. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful of his actions this time, feeling a bit too confident, and not notifying his companions beforehand, resulting in him being alone in danger without even a helper.

  However, he still didn't believe that Wang Chan could truly defeat him. Just now, Wang Chan had dodged the bullets like a ghostly python riding the wind, and it was impossible for him not to have suffered any damage at all.

  To know that bullets are not like the bows and arrows of the past, the initial speed is really too fast. Any warrior who has not undergone special targeted training can't dodge the bullet's shooting.

  To take down a skilled gunman, whoever it is will have to put in several times the effort. Far more exhausting than the life-and-death struggles of martial artists exchanging blows and clashing swords.

  A top martial artist, at their peak physical strength can be several to dozens of times stronger than ordinary people, but the spirit is not much different. Otherwise, martial arts would not have been eliminated by reality so quickly now.

  So Sun Changfeng quickly calmed down in this situation, adjusted his physical strength, and attacked Wang Chan with a normal method. He was betting that Wang Chan's consumption would be more severe than his own at this time.

  In addition, this time the kidnapping action, Lei Laohu's fierce tiger team was completely destroyed, not one left. Zhou Lin's wife, Hongyu, who had been out of the wall, was also beaten to death. Now only these three people are left on the scene. No matter what, Sun Changfeng is unwilling to give up the huge benefits that are about to be obtained. He must kill Wang Chan, otherwise the consequences will be troublesome.

  Smuggling has always existed in this world, and there are countless people like Zhou Lin who can make a name for themselves in a small border town. Sun Changfeng came to infiltrate this time because of the batch of cultural relics and antiques that Zhou Lin had recently smuggled from Russia, which were said to be the national treasures looted by the Eight-Power Allied Forces from the Yuanmingyuan Garden many years ago. The person behind him was also a figure with a remarkable background.

  That man was commercially minded, greedy for the cultural relics in Zhou Lin's hands, but unwilling to spend money to trade them properly. Instead, he secretly used his connections to have Sun Changfeng transferred from the army to the Provincial Public Security Department and hung a name on him. If everything went smoothly, that would be fine, and everyone would be happy. However, if this time they failed, startled Zhou Lin away, ruined that man's good deeds, and shifted the blame onto Sun Changfeng, this small instructor would not be able to withstand it. His official career would certainly stagnate here, with no further progress.

  "If all else fails, I'll just make a false move, run back and immediately contact the local armed police detachment to search Zhou Lin's entire industry under the name of anti-smuggling, and then slowly plot against him. As long as he doesn't escape abroad, I'll eventually get what I want from his mouth."

  The Baguazhang, although one of the few major schools in China, has many disciples who have developed in both military and political circles. In the past, during the Republic of China era, several top masters were even admired by emperors and presidents, serving as bodyguards. Now, there are not a few officials, but how can they compare to the power of those born into noble families?

  Everyone says that Liu Shan Men is good for cultivation, but in fact, someone like Sun Changfeng who has entered the officialdom can no longer be considered a pure martial artist.

  With a loud crash, the air emitted a heart-wrenching and lung-splitting sound. Facing Sun Changfeng's proactive attack, Wang Chan saw at a glance that this move was one of the killing moves in the Eight Extremes Fist, called "Standing Earthly Cannon". The fist moved upwards, like a cannon bursting into the sky, emphasizing the power of a collapsing bow and the suddenness of an exploding thunder.

  At this moment, he didn't resist hard, but swung his body to the left and right, dodged past him, and at the same time, one hand pressed on his ribs, suddenly patted out, a move "Shuan Bei Shou", with his palm open, as if a huge stone monument fell from the sky.

  A series of explosions suddenly erupted in the air, and within such a short distance, Wang Chan was still able to manually control his voice, punching out a perfect fist spirit. Before his palm even landed on his body, Sun Changfeng already felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, and the skin on the back of his head felt a chill. Knowing it was bad, he reacted extremely quickly, using the momentum of the incoming punch to suddenly spin his body around, his footsteps swift and agile like flowing mud. He immediately crouched down, his feet not quite steady, and pushed forward with a Crane Step Push Mountain stance, his fist and elbow opening wide, counterattacking towards Wang Chan's vulnerable ribs.

  At this time, Wang Chan had already left the ground with both feet, leaping into the air and flipping over in mid-air, bursting up more than a person's height. His two hands were like tiger claws, grasping towards Sun Changfeng's crown of the head, it was a move from the horizontal training of the Tiger Claw Hand - "Tiger Pounces on Goat". The evil wind was pressing down on his head, and he was about to be caught by this move, all his bones would be crushed into powder.

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