"What?" Zhang Xiaohua said disdainfully: "Are you really afraid that we will run away? Let you, the dignified second lady of the Ling family, wait for us downstairs!"
Ling Rou snorted coldly, turned around and walked out: "Follow me!"
Four masters and a maid, Xiao Mufeng and Zhang Xiaohua were "invited" to the middle of the team, with Ling Yi leading the way.
Under the leadership of Ling Yi, they shuttled through the streets and alleys. The group of eight people walked for nearly a meal, and finally came to the depths of an alley. This was a dead end, and there happened to be a large open space at the end. Suitable for martial arts competitions.
After the eight people arrived here, they quickly divided into two teams. Xiao Mufeng and Zhang Xiaohua stood at the innermost part of the open space, while Ling Rou and the other six had their backs to the entrance of the open space.
"How about it? Which one of you two will compete with me first!" Ling San was the first to shout.
Xiao Mufeng and Zhang Xiaohua remained unmoved, still standing there and looking around.
Seeing Ling San's domineering look, Ling Rou frowned slightly and said softly: "Ling San, don't hit too hard in the competition for a while, until the point is reached."
"Yes, Miss." Ling San looked rude on the outside but was thoughtful. He knew that Ling Rou originally wanted to teach the two people in front of him a lesson, but was unable to do so due to his status, so he had to let them do it as servants. Solution, it’s just that the young lady’s behavior now is a bit intolerable.
"You think too highly of them!" Zhang Xiaohua said with his arms folded, "Guys, are you going to use weapons to fight, or are you going to compete with your bare hands?"
Ling Yi took a step forward and said: "Ling Yi will come first. Since the young lady has said it's time to stop, let's fight with bare hands."
Zhang Xiaohua didn't look at Ling Yi at all, but pointed at Ling San and said: "You, compare with me."
Ling San smiled and said: "Haha! Boy, you have to beat Ling Yi first and then talk about it."
Zhang Xiaohua also smiled and said: "Why, are you scared?"
Ling San was unmoved: "Boy, pick up your weapon and compete with Ling Yi."
These words made Zhang Xiaohua feel a little uncomfortable. He hurriedly took the Hanshu Sword from his waist and handed it to Xiao Mufeng who was standing aside. He pointed at Ling San again and said: "Since he doesn't use weapons, then I don't need them either. I beat him, and then I'll do it again." It’s not too late to fight you.”
Ling San smiled and said nothing this time. On the contrary, Ling Yi stretched his limbs and put into a fighting posture and said: "What a big breath, come on!"
"Come on, come on! I'm still afraid of you." Zhang Xiaohua didn't waste any words. Without making any preparation or fighting posture, he suddenly jumped forward.
This leap quickly brought the distance between the two people closer. The distance between the two was only half a body length. Moreover, at this time, Zhang Xiaohua was still in the air and in a high position. When both sides had no weapons, he attacked with his legs. The distance is the longest.
"What a light kung fu!" Ling Yi exclaimed in admiration, and his body had already taken action. He slid sideways and easily avoided Zhang Xiaohua's leg attack.
When Zhang Xiaohua was descending and had yet to hit the ground, Ling Yi's right hand turned into a knife and struck at his left shoulder.
This came and went in just a few breaths, Zhang Xiaohua quickly changed his moves, his right shoulder sank, his right foot accelerated and landed on the ground, and then he raised his left leg to block Ling Yi's diagonal slash.
The hands and feet of both parties collided with each other, and after making a muffled sound, they quickly separated. This was also the first time the two collided. Ling Yi took half a step back, while Zhang Xiaohua did not take a step back.
As soon as the two separated, Ling Yi didn't pause and quickly launched a new round of attack, kicking his right leg violently towards Zhang Xiaohua's left leg that had just touched the ground.
Zhang Xiaohua didn't give in. After dragging his left leg toward the ground, he kicked the opponent's right leg again.
Just when the two people's calves collided with each other, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly changed his moves. The left leg that he had kicked forward just now moved back along the opponent's kicked calf, and in the blink of an eye, the opponent's momentum was eliminated. Of course, a powerful and heavy kick can neutralize the opponent's attack in such a short period of time. The timing and strength must be properly grasped. If you are not careful, you may suffer more than a hard block.
When the opponent's attack failed, Zhang Xiaohua's right leg, which had not moved at the same place, waited for the moment when his left leg touched the ground, and instantly launched it, kicking Ling Yi's waist horizontally.
But Ling Yi had a strange reaction. After taking back the kick he just kicked, he didn't make any move to block Zhang Xiaohua's subsequent blow. Instead, he held a fist with his right hand and aimed at Zhang Xiaohua's. Chest.
Legs and waists, fists and chests came into contact with each other almost at the same time. Judging from this situation, neither side seemed to be preparing to defend, but both used their full strength to strike.
In this contact, both of them exerted their full strength. Zhang Xiaohua took three steps back before barely able to stabilize his body, while Ling Yi was kicked sideways by Zhang Xiaohua's full force and slid sideways for a step and a half.
A mouthful of fishy-sweet taste came up. Zhang Xiaohua quickly swallowed a few mouthfuls and then managed to suppress it. After the previous few rounds of competition, he began to regret not using weapons. Hand-to-hand combat was not what he was good at. What he was good at was light kung fu. Coupled with a suitable weapon, his true strength can be brought out.
On the opposite side, Ling Yi patted the dust on his waist, smiled at Zhang Xiaohua, waved his hand and said, "Come again."
This time Zhang Xiaohua learned his lesson and did not immediately take the initiative to attack. Instead, he walked half a circle around Ling Yi.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's delay in attacking, Ling Yi suddenly took a big step forward and swung his right fist towards Zhang Xiaohua's left rib.
Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly hid to the right, knowing that the opponent was strong and attacking fiercely, so he could not fight head-on and could only rely on his own dexterity to dodge the blow.
However, Ling Yi's punch was not a straight punch but an uppercut. Zhang Xiaohua had no choice but to lean back, bend down, put his hands on the ground, and kick the attack with his right foot.
At this moment, Ling Yi seemed to have expected that the incoming left fist was faster than the right fist, and punched Zhang Xiaohua's stretched right leg.
At this time, Zhang Xiaohua tried to retract his leg, but it was already too late. Moreover, the offensive was still going on and there was no way to stop it. He watched helplessly as Ling Yi's left fist punched his calf firmly.
Ling Yi's right fist attack was actually a feint. The real purpose was to trick Zhang Xiaohua into using his legs, and then lean on his right leg so that his left fist could complete the blow.
Ling Yi's punch was really powerful. Zhang Xiaohua suddenly felt soreness and numbness in his calf. He turned backwards while holding Ling Yi on the ground. After getting away from Ling Yi for about two steps, Zhang Xiaohua found that his right foot could no longer reach the ground. It was painful when he stepped on the ground. pain.
But Ling Yi's attack was not over yet. He quickly followed up and thrust his fists directly into Zhang Xiaohua's chest. Zhang Xiaohua had to block it with both palms in a hurry.
"Bang" this blow, the huge momentum of both fists, even if Zhang Xiaohua tried his best to block it, he still took two or three steps back to stabilize his body. Xiao Mufeng saw all this and couldn't help sighing, Zhang Xiaohua was going to lose. , the opponent is an expert in hand-to-hand combat, and he still knows that his third brother is good at swordsmanship and light kung fu, but if he is asked to compete with his bare hands, he can beat ordinary gangsters, but today when he meets an expert, he is really vulnerable.
Ling Yi became more and more courageous as he fought, while Zhang Xiaohua was losing ground and was completely at a disadvantage. After several consecutive rounds, Ling Yi was the one attacking, and Zhang Xiaohua had no power to fight back.
Xiao Mufeng knew that Ling Yi still did not exert his full strength. If this situation continued, Zhang Xiaohua's face would only become more embarrassing, so he quickly said to everyone: "Everyone, we lost this competition! No more competition!"
Hearing Xiao Mufeng's words, Ling Yi and Zhang Xiaohua also stopped at the same time. Zhang Xiaohua had nothing to say. He also admitted that he was no match for the opponent in unarmed fighting.
"Your third brother didn't say anything. We want him to admit defeat in person, but we're afraid he still won't accept it now and wants to continue the competition." Ling San said reluctantly.
Zhang Xiaohua was silent for a moment and said bitterly: "I am not as good as others, you win!"
"Okay then!" Ling Yi responded cheerfully: "I won by luck this time, so I accept it! I hope there will be a chance to compete next time!"
"Definitely!" Zhang Xiaohua gritted his teeth and replied: "But next time, I will use weapons to compete."
"Okay!" Ling Yi laughed: "It seems that you are still a little dissatisfied. How about we use weapons to compete now?"
Zhang Xiaohua gritted his teeth and walked slowly towards Xiao Mufeng without looking back: "I'm really convinced this time, but it won't be the case next time." ..
