The soles of their shoes scraped against the floor, making an ear-piercing scream.
That moment——
——Li Zongzhu’s eyes were unfocused.
Originally, the focus of his eyes was firmly fixed on the lead hand of Xueming's left arm, focusing on the activating muscles of the shoulder and elbow.
But just now, this young opponent understood the meaning of "strength starts from the ground".
The metacarpal bones pull the calf muscles and transmit the force to the thighs. Then the waist and abdomen rotate rapidly like a winch, and the upper arm and forearm work together to transmit the force to the fist.
The sound of breaking wind passed through Li Zongzhu's ears, causing him to have tinnitus in an instant.
The flesh on the right side of his face was burning with pain, and the edge of the glove cut a red scar on his cheekbone. It was just a hair’s breadth, and there was no blood.
- What a quick jab.
In just a few tenths of a second, Li Zongzhu turned his head slightly to avoid the punch. I can no longer use the slap to intercept, and I don't have the reaction time at all.
Jiang Xueming withdrew his fist long ago. He carefully observed the changes in his body and sighed in his heart. The skills taught by Teacher Li really worked.
Li Zongzhu was still stunned on the spot, his eyes full of doubts.
This kid, was he just showing off to me? What does it mean not to be able to fight? Do you know a little bit about fighting?
I have never seen jabs of this quality several times in my career...
But the little guy's arm length was hampered by his height, and the impetuous and messy feeling he had when he was pursuing the pursuit just now didn't seem to be fake.
Could it be that--
——He learned it?
Did you learn it this way?
When I teach students in the boxing gym, they tie their right arm to practice the front hand punch of their left hand, and they have to swing at least hundreds of times to get the feeling.
Is this how this little guy learned it?
Before Li Zongzhu could figure it out, he kept mumbling the previous lines.
"slow..."
Still too slow?
Jiang Xueming frowned, with countless questions in his mind.
He concentrated on coordinating his body's tendons to use his fists - but the teacher still said it was too slow...
What's wrong?
Is it breathing?
Yes, it might be the breathing, or it might be that the steps aren't enough, or it might be both.
The teacher is 1.77 meters tall. It is really difficult for my fist to get close to his chin...
"I'm sorry to disappoint the teacher. Please take a closer look at my left fist."
Thinking this, Xueming continued to punch continuously.
Li Zongming's eyes widened, and he became more and more frightened.
"Slow! Slowly..."
He saw Jiang Xueming's fierce straight punch coming like a slingshot.
From the initial exertion to the complete exertion, there is no sense of being green anymore——
——This little guy no longer holds his breath when punching, but inhales like a cow and exhales like an arrow.
Li Zongzhu occasionally took a breather, and could see Xueming's loose vest lower abdomen. His diaphragm filled with air was like a solid column. This is the breathing method of some strength athletes.
Just like a weightlifter will use this breathing method to temporarily increase their strength limit. After the diaphragm is filled with air, it will squeeze the abdominal cavity, turning the entire torso into a tight force-guiding medium.
Li Zongzhu couldn't catch Jiang Xueming's fist, so he retreated and dodged around the semicircle with agile steps, feeling the cold wind blowing through his short and stooped upper limbs.
He feels it.
This little guy's sharp jabs gradually became more and more cunning, as if he had eyes, and every punch hit his chin. The previous movements were occasionally deformed, but after more than ten seconds, these stone arrows turned into bullets!
Teacher Li's back suddenly hit the rope, and his eyes were horrified.
He clearly remembered his pace and escape route. He had always followed in a regular semicircle, and he wanted to continue to circle in a steady manner.
But why?
Why was he inexplicably forced to the ropes at the edge of the ring?
This little guy—did he block my path with just his left fist?
His fist is a whip, driving me here like a sheep?
There is no way back!
Teacher Li Zongzhu shouted in panic.
"Slow! Slowly...slowly...slowly."
——The mouth is not as fast as the fist.
At that moment, Teacher Li bravely attacked.
Borrowing the power of the rope's elasticity and rebound, the fighting coach stepped forward and punched, using all his strength in the ring to attack Jiang Xueming.
Just listen to a "bang" sound.
On the wooden table next to the ring, dry dust was blown up by the sound.
The tea in the cup also rippled in circles.
Li Zongzhu was hesitant in his heart. He was afraid that it would be difficult to explain to Mr. Xing now.
He saw Jiang Xueming's body staggering and leaning to the side. The punch just now probably caused a lot of damage to Xueming's classmate.
Teacher Li was thinking in his mind.
——I took enough steps, and the rope bounced back, giving my body more strength.
——This punch was the combined force of two people. It was Xueming who took the initiative to attack, and I responded with my fist. It was like two moving cars colliding face to face.
——If I don’t do this, I’m afraid I’ll be the one stuck there.
——The feeling of hitting with the fist is very solid. I haven't put on the gloves and protective gear yet. God bless me, but please don't hit Xueming.
——Why hasn’t he fallen down yet... According to usual experience...
Li Zongzhu's thoughts were interrupted, and then his eyes changed drastically.
Because he saw——
——The little guy who should have fallen, his thighs were trembling violently, trying to regain his body weight, and then slowly twisted his waist, but in just one breath, he returned to the fighting posture.
Xueming's right hand protected her chin, exactly the same as Teacher Li Zongzhu's initial defensive posture.
His eyes were as sharp as the first round, as if he had not suffered any mental damage.
The nails on the fingers of his right hand had gray-white cracks due to the huge impact, and the purple bruises on the half-finger gloves were connected together.
The sweat on those fingers emitted bursts of white mist due to the scraping heat left by the huge impact.
There was a red mark on the side of his face and chin, as if someone had slapped him.
Li Zongzhu's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
It's not that Jiang Xueming's various defensive methods scared him.
He has a weakness like his chin and his ability to withstand blows is innate. He has seen many iron chins in previous competitions.
But there are not many opponents who can attack and defend against punches at the same time. It seems that this little guy has never let down his guard and has never relaxed his guard at any time.
What's more, after guarding against the punch——
——Jiang Xueming was like a rubber man, kicking his thighs, twisting his waist, and continuing to maintain his fighting posture with the eyes of a normal person.
Teacher Li was frightened by Xueming's strange aerobics. It was like seeing a ghost, and he was so frightened that he cursed loudly.
Teacher Li's curse words were always precise and precise, keeping in sync with Jiang Xueming's slow and weird gestures, and the words were spoken clearly and resoundingly.
"I-fuck-you-mom!!"
"I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't understand what you said, "Slowly, slowly." I thought you thought I wasn't good enough and wanted me to continue beating you." Jiang Xueming came back to his senses and ordered: "Stop swearing, teacher, and show some martial ethics. .”
Li Zongzhu calmed down for a long time before regaining some sense from his trance. At this moment, he could suddenly understand Lao Liu's extremely frightened mood.
because--
——Jiang Xueming smiled at his old master, like a devil's smile.
"Teacher Li, I think you are quite strong. Have you finished practicing your left hand? Is it time to practice your right hand? Should you practice your waist, legs, and other areas tonight?"
