The second floor of the entertainment room is a fighting training hall.
The fighting coach Bu Liuxing hired was a serious Vale Tudo (unlimited fighting) athlete named Li Zongzhu.
Twenty-eight years old, the year of fighting.
Teacher Li is 177 centimeters tall and weighs 58.8 kilograms. He works in the UFC and is also a lightweight boxer.
Under the four-corner rope ring, Jiang Xueming carefully observed Teacher Li's posture.
——The muscles on the body are definitely not strong. Some of the subcutaneous fat is used as armor and as a physical reserve for the twelve rounds of the ring.
——His elbows have many slightly bulging nodules, which should be the traces of long-term fighting training and boxing with students.
——His wingspan is a little longer than that of ordinary people, his hands are big, his waist is long and his legs are short.
"Boy!" Teacher Li Zongzhu yelled, "Change your clothes."
Without saying a word, Xueming changed into a clean pair of tank tops and shorts, put on half-finger gloves, and then climbed onto the ring.
"Hehe..." Teacher Li smiled playfully: "I'm not as easy to talk as Old Liu, and I can't hold back my fists. If I accidentally hurt you later, don't say bad things about me to Mr. Xing."
On the contrary, Jiang Xueming had a reassuring expression: "That's good, Master Li Zongzhu, don't worry, I won't say anything bad about you."
Li Zongzhu was not in a hurry. He had to ask Xueming about his fighting skills first. The gap between professional athletes and ordinary people was really big. Hiring him to box would cost an appearance fee. If he really beat Jiang Xueming to a pulp, he would have to As for compensating money, isn't it a loss of blood in this round and round?
"What Mr. Xing means...he hasn't seen you fight with anyone else." Teacher Li raised his eyebrows teasingly: "Can you fight? Do you have any fighting experience before? Looking at you, you are fair and tender and have good facial features, I'm afraid You haven’t been beaten, have you?”
Jiang Xueming recalled carefully that when he was selling beef offal at Hung Hom MTR station, he got off work after ten o'clock in the evening, and the subway kept stopping for him.
At this time, many pickpockets and gangsters formed groups to commit crimes, and he had encountered many of them.
Pickpockets are very unfamiliar with their stealing skills. They usually hire half-year-old children and let middle school students do the stealing. If they can't steal, they will gather in small groups to embolden each other and block the road to ask for it.
If that doesn't work, it will be the gangster's turn to use force with iron bars.
Jiang Xueming also dealt with these people, said hello, and finally got to know each other, and the fight was heated.
He never holds grudges overnight.
When he met a student working part-time as a pickpocket to earn pocket money, Mr. Xueming had emptied his pockets long ago and locked all the large bills in the cashier of the braised food shop.
If he encountered a group of little beasts blocking the road, he would take out his crumpled cigarette case and pass them to each of them with a smile on his face. The matter is over.
When he encounters a local snake carrying a weapon, he usually runs away, very fast.
In the past four years, Jiang Xueming has only had one direct confrontation with others.
That time he really couldn't run away, so six people blocked him in the alley, double-teaming him from both sides.
He just begged - he had no money. I don’t want to be beaten either. There's no point in sending cigarettes.
The gangster collected the cigarettes and asked him to go back to the subway station, open the store and withdraw money from the cashier.
He still begged - the money in the cashier belonged to the store manager. He was just a laborer from a poor family. If the surveillance camera recorded something happening in the store, not only would he lose his job, but he would also be treated as an accomplice by the police. Go to jail.
The gangster ignored him and displayed his weapon.
His final plea was that his face would not be hurt. If his face were bruised and bruised, the number of passengers might be reduced by half.
"Is there really nothing to discuss?"
This was the last sentence he said, and it was also the last sentence that Brother Ye Bei taught him to be humble and tolerant.
He couldn't remember clearly what happened that night——
——It was more than two years ago.
In that alley, he first poked his eyes, kicked his crotch and grabbed the steel rod, and then slapped his head and face.
He cracked the right arm of the gangster in the road, exposing the bones and piercing the guy's leather jacket.
Immediately afterwards, the villains and accomplices from behind him swarmed up and tried to subdue him.
He hid in the garbage truck on the side wall, pulled up the bucket and threw it out. The stick in his hand was deformed and bent by the continuous violent blows, and he also threw it out.
Then he threw whatever he caught.
The side wall of the alley is the back door of the kitchen of a tea restaurant in Hong Kong Sheng Market - when he finished throwing away the things, the gangster was howling and wailing.
There was also the youngest one, who seemed to be a young man from the atmosphere group who had been brought in to join in the challenge. When he saw his companions falling one by one, he wanted to escape to the intersection, but he collapsed on the ground halfway.
At that moment, Jiang Xueming came back to his senses and returned to normal from the transcendent state of adrenaline surge.
The door, window glass and door handle of the back door of the tea restaurant are missing. He took it apart with his bare hands.
The guy from the atmosphere group just now had a swelling the size of a chestnut on the back of his head and had fainted.
In the dark alley, only broken doorknobs and shards of glass glowed.
Blood kept spilling out from the intersection and flowing into the sewers following the pouring rain.
That day, Jiang Xueming was very responsible. He found mobile phones from these people, called a taxi, and then ran home as fast as he could.
After that, he never encountered this kind of trouble again. Occasionally, he bumped into a middle school student working part-time as a pickpocket once or twice. He wanted to go up to say hello and ask if the injured people were okay - whether he wanted to pay for it, or if he had anything to do with it. No hassle of life-threatening lawsuits.
These students saw Xueming's face and the apron on Xueming's body clearly, and they all ran away as if they had seen the god of plague.
That's all he remembers.
"Hey! Classmate Jiang Xueming!" Teacher Li raised his voice: "Classmate Jiang Xueming! Don't be in a daze! Answer the teacher's question carefully. Have you ever fought with anyone before? Can you fight?"
"Uh..." Jiang Xueming gave the most conservative answer: "Fighting is not... fighting, I should... know a little bit about it."
"I know a little bit..." Li Zongzhu showed a look of disgust: "I know a little bit about everything, it's mysterious, then you listen to my instructions!"
"Okay!" Jiang Xueming straightened his body.
Teacher Li: "My knees are sinking and my elbows are falling."
Xueming followed suit.
Teacher Li: "Raise your arms."
Xueming continued to do so.
Teacher Li: "Get ready to fight."
At this moment, Xueming worked hard to mobilize her muscles, trying to wake up her tired body again.
In the shooting training just now, he felt that his physical strength was running low and he should have taken a good rest before accepting another teacher's test training.
But he thought that the enemy would not give him time to rest.
It was as if he had been working all day and dragged his weak body home at ten o'clock in the evening, soaked in the cold rain.
The gangsters would not give him any time to rest.
If selling offal is his profession, then stealing, robbing and murdering is the profession of these people.
When he was exhausted, perhaps these professional criminals were full of sleep and full of strength.
There's nothing fair about it, that's life.
"It's too high, it's too low, it's tight." Teacher Li gently tapped Jiang Xueming's fist stance to correct his stance: "It seems you don't understand fighting at all."
Jiang Xueming replied: "Yes, I don't understand it at all."
"Hit me." Teacher Li covered his face with one palm and protected his heart with a fist.
Jiang Xueming asked: "How to fight?"
Teacher Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Fight in the way you are best at and most comfortable with. How to fight? You can't even stand on the boxing pile, how else can I ask you to fight? Just fight how you want to fight! Treat the ring as a street, No rules, no limits."
Jiang Xueming then asked: "Really? Teacher Li?"
"Are you still afraid of hurting me?" Li Zongzhu said with a smile: "I make a living by fighting, so don't use your hobby to challenge other people's careers, okay?"
"good..."
The words have not yet fallen——
——Li Zongzhu felt a chill in his crotch.
Almost instinctively, he clamped his legs together and tilted his body sharply downward.
Jiang Xueming kicked out her vaginal legs and ran with the strength to kill off her descendants.
Li Zongzhu's face turned green with fright, and his two powerful thighs clamped tightly against the sudden sterilization kick.
He reacted very quickly, and the elbows guarding the heart gate defended together with his body, stopping Xueming's legs forcefully at the knees.
Teacher Li was covered in cold sweat, raised his head and asked: "Do you... talk about martial ethics?"
"If there was really a fight..." Jiang Xueming said frankly: "I should have picked up a red brick just now, or got a pair of scissors, and started to fight while the teacher lowered his head to protect his crotch."
"Oh oh oh!" Li Zongzhu was very angry. Thinking that this was Mr. Xing's friend, he couldn't get angry: "You said it! You said it! I'm not welcome! Classmate Jiang Xueming!"
"I'm sorry, I don't need these vicious tricks anymore." Jiang Xueming retracted his legs: "Please teach me..."
"No kicking in the crotch." Li Zongzhu frowned and pointed at Jiang Xueming: "No eye-piercing, no hitting in the back of the head. This is the most basic rule in the UFC ring. After you get off the ring, you can do whatever you want to others. Just give it a try. Respect my profession."
"Okay, teacher." Jiang Xueming thought to himself - that's not what you just said.
Li Zongzhu turned to the defensive and immediately ordered: "Hit me."
Jiang Xueming naturally punched.
The light slap was like swatting away a fly. Li Zongzhu still had two brushes and easily intercepted Xueming's fist.
"Slow down! Keep fighting."
Xueming punched again, still with his left fist.
Li Zongzhu continued to slap, the palms protecting his face were like a big net, and his measured steps forward and backward were like dancing a tango.
"Slow! Still slow! Don't stop!"
The sound of fast and powerful slaps resounded in the fighting arena.
Xueming's eyes wandered back and forth between the nylon floor and Teacher Li's steps, shoulders, neck and arms.
The outstretched fist is like an arrow being shot.
Muscles are like bow strings, bones are like bow wood, and fists are like arrows. The arrow twisted and twisted the moment it was released. It was intercepted halfway by Teacher Li's palm and deflected to a position out of reach of the wind, cows and horses.
Li Zongzhu felt his body heat up and his spirit became excited.
He felt that this kid was a malleable talent.
"Slow! Too slow! Move! Student Jiang Xueming, move! Power from the ground up!"
