The origins of Burmese boxing can be traced back more than a thousand years and have always been an important part of Burmese culture.
Burmese boxing is developed based on the traditional martial arts of Myanmar, which includes the use of various weapons and empty-handed fighting techniques.
In the history of Myanmar, martial arts were once the exclusive privilege of royal family members and nobles, but later gradually became popular among the general public.
The basic techniques of Burmese boxing include strikes, throws, elbow and knee strikes, as well as kicking techniques using leg strength.
It also includes some special techniques, as well as clamping techniques using elbows, knees and toes, Jiu-Jitsu training, etc.
What I am best at is traditional Chinese Tai Chi Kung Fu, and I also practice Qigong.
I won’t introduce much about our country’s traditional kung fu. I recommend everyone to read the guoshu-style novels “Dragon and Snake Romance” and “Until the Point” by Meng Ruishenji.
Among the novels of the martial arts genre, I like his "Fist to Conquer Mountains and Rivers" the best. I got into trouble with "Buddha Is the Tao" and have been out of control ever since...
To get back to the subject, I have been studying under a teacher since I was 5 years old, and it has been more than 18 years now.
My master created his own fusion "Bagua Zhang", which is different from the traditional Tai Chi Bagua Zhang method.
Even though I have studied hard for many years, I have never been able to execute these eight palms consistently in a fight.
In peacetime, there is no chance for actual combat.
If I had not come to northern Myanmar, perhaps I would never have experienced the saying: "Kung Fu is used to kill people."
Kung Fu is definitely not about showmanship and showmanship.
Even when they killed niggas before, they only used traditional Tai Chi palm or boxing techniques, combined with some killing techniques.
The eight trigrams in Chinese Tai Chi Bagua refer to: Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, and Kun.
The master used these eight characters to create a set of "Eight Continuous Palms", a unique killing technique that moves smoothly, has no blind spots in all directions, and is extremely lethal.
You can also use the "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms" to understand the meaning of these eight consecutive palms.
Much the same.
It's just that these eight palms are continuous attacks, and each palm is more powerful than the last.
Ruthless.
It can be said that he put all his life's learning into it and used the ultimate move to put him to death and survive.
Master said that one cannot easily perform this "Bagua Palm" until the critical moment of life and death.
Once struck, there is no way out, and there can be no hesitation at all. Only when the blood seals the throat can the palm be closed.
This is not to brag, I have seen Master killed with one palm...
If, I mean if, the other party can really avoid this fatal "Ba Gua Zhang", then the person who died will be the one who made the move.
"Chinese friends, there are no rules, we just order it."
Mao Dinglun grinned, a hint of sinisterness appearing on his delicate features.
Hehe, if there are no rules, it means you can be beaten to death.
The so-called point is over, but he punched him to death and fell to the ground, which is also "point over".
"Then, I'm offended."
As soon as I finished the salute, he launched an attack as fast as lightning.
Burmese boxing is similar to ancient Muay Thai. To put it simply, both parties fight directly to the death without any protective gear.
China's iron head skills may not be able to withstand their deadly iron head attacks.
Mao Dinglun's first move was particularly vicious. He hit my shoulder blade with his elbow.
When he moved his steps, I expected that my upper body would be the first to attack.
He is faster, I am faster.
He turned slightly and quickly dodged his fatal blow.
And took three steps back, Zama luck, and responded calmly.
Luck does not represent other actions.
It's simply self-defense.
At least for the time being, I don't want to kill him to avoid causing complications.
"call"
The strong and vicious fist hit him head on again.
I turned sideways, moved my left foot, and quickly dodged his fatal punch.
Obviously, he was a little anxious.
After dodging two punches in a row, no one could hold back their desire to win.
So, Mao Dinglun immediately withdrew his fists and switched to attacking my lower body with his legs.
This leg weighs at least 450 pounds.
I was furious and kicked the nigger to death, but he only weighed 500 pounds.
Moreover, his leg was too bad and he kicked me in the crotch.
"If a strong man comes to attack me, I will be able to defeat him with my gentleness."
I quickly blocked my crotch with my right hand and pressed my right elbow against his knee, preventing him from continuing his attack.
At the same time, he wrapped his fist with his left palm, pushed it forward, and then pushed it back violently.
"..." Mao Dinglun was knocked back three or four steps.
If it weren't for his lower body being relatively stable, he would have fallen to the ground at this moment.
Liu Shiyi and others who were watching the battle were stunned.
Even the arrogant Paitun lowered his fists and gathered around.
"Come again!"
Mao Dinglun was not convinced. After shouting loudly, he used his fists and legs together and rushed over with murderous intent.
"Seek straightness in the song, accumulate it and then release it... This is called using force to hit someone, and it is like using four ounces to move a thousand catties."
I dare not forget a word of Master's sincere teachings.
When Mao Dinglun rushed towards me, I clamped his left forearm sideways to prevent him from attacking me, then I whipped him forward hard and threw him away.
"Kacha"
Then he hit his side with a roundhouse kick, sending him flying 5 meters away.
"!!!"
Wrench was dumbfounded on the spot.
"Mom!"
Seven or eight losers couldn't help shouting.
"Snapped"
The milk tea in Liu Shiyi's hand was crushed by him.
And a milky white viscous liquid flowed all over the floor.
"???"
Pai Tun frowned and wanted to speak to me, but then swallowed his words arrogantly.
Then, with a complicated expression, he turned around and walked towards Mao Dinglun, who was struggling on the ground.
The kick just now was not light, and it also returned his 450 kilogram weight.
If my calculation was correct, I would have broken at least two of his ribs.
"Don't touch it, it's broken..."
Maung Dinh Lun refused Paitun's support and lay on the soft cushion and said in pain.
After Liu Shiyi came to his senses, he saw that he was sweating profusely and his face was pale. He immediately shouted anxiously: "Quick! Take him to the hospital, quick!"
"yes!"
Four or five dumbfounded idiots quickly carried him out...
Paitun turned around and stared at me with evil eyes, as if he also wanted to fight with me.
"Supervisor, I'm sorry. I had so much fun just now that I couldn't hold back my strength."
With a calm expression on my face, I walked up to Liu Shiyi and said in a nonchalant manner.
"...In a martial arts competition, injuries are inevitable, and I won't be so cautious.
Little Bottle, you have to fight well in that duel match during the Mid-Autumn Festival. "
Liu Shiyi's unhappy expression turned happy instantly, and he patted my deltoid muscles and warned me.
"I understand that Supervisor will never let you and Professor Ace down."
I also deliberately mentioned Old Fox Ace and beat him, now I have someone to protect me.
If he wants to touch me for no reason, he has to consider the consequences.
"Paitun, you have to study Chinese Kung Fu."
Liu Shiyi turned around and said to Paitun in a strange manner.
I didn't bother to pay attention to them, so I took off my Thai brand sportswear and prepared to change into my own clothes.
Unexpectedly, in the gap between me taking off my clothes, a woman suddenly walked in and made me speechless...
