"Old Mike."
Ka Xiu tapped the table lightly.
"then."
A bunch of keys were thrown directly over.
Ka Xiu caught it and nodded. Just as he was about to walk into the inner passage, he found that old Mike seemed to be reading the Shirakawa Morning News.
He leaned over and took a look. He was really reading a newspaper.
Old Mike noticed Card Xiu's gaze, raised his head and put down the newspaper: "The world is not peaceful recently. The newspaper said that two gangs had a fight last night, and at least a dozen people died..."
"It must be the Black Fire Gang." Card Xiu said with a smile.
"Yes, it is said that all the people who died were from the Black Fire Gang."
Old Mike shook his head: "But it's good, anyway, the people who died are all gang members, and it's best if they bite the bullet."
"..." Ka Xiu was silent for a moment and coughed twice.
"What's wrong? Does Coach Levi have a cold?"
"Nothing, I'll go in first, see you later." Kaxiu picked up his shoulder bag, took the towel from the wall, and walked decisively into the passage.
Half an hour later, in the empty exercise room.
Seven or eight boys and girls are practicing fighting moves under the leadership of Kaxiu. After many warm-up classes, they have learned some skills. Although it cannot be regarded as a preliminary mastery, it can be regarded as slowly approaching the direction of entry.
"You continue, I will correct your movements next to you."
Card Xiu stopped demonstrating and walked from the front to the side. While shouting the order of one, two, three, four, five, he looked at everyone's posture and movements. There is no doubt that among this group of people, the one with the most standard moves is Tifa. This girl has both talent and hard work, and is considered a good prospect.
As for Firmiro, although these two guys were not very good at the beginning, they are starting to look good now.
Anyway, I worked hard during various exercises and did not slack off. In addition, he has good bones, so he has caught Kaxiu's eyes. However, we still need to continue investigating for a while.
In the past half month, no fewer than a hundred people have studied under Kaxiu. There are only five who are really talented, two are too old, and the remaining three happen to be Phil Milo Tifa.
Among them, Tifa has the best talent, followed by Milo and Phil again. However, even Phil, the most rubbish person, has a middle-to-lower level of talent. The highest pedicle has mid- to upper-level root bones.
What Ka Xiu is doing now is to throw some simple explosive skills to them and let them practice for a while. Then test their respective progress, and finally consider whether to fax something.
He hopes that the progress of the three of them will satisfy him.
At dusk, the fighting skills training instruction ended.
"Goodbye, coach." "See you tomorrow, coach." "..."
Several boys and girls waved and left.
"Coach, I'm leaving." Tifa also waved.
"Go." Card Xiu nodded, but saw Phil waving his hand next to him, as if it was him who was waving goodbye by Tifa.
This kid... is in his puberty after all...
Card Xiu shook his head: "Phil, let's go. Your brother's car should be waiting outside. Thank you very much this time."
"Coach, let's get out of the way, let's go." Phil scratched his hair, and then whispered a few words to Milo next to him.
Immediately, Card Xiu and Phil pushed open the door of the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall and walked out. There was a long black car parked on the street ahead, with a series of silver frame decorations on the bottom. There is also a light golden crescent moon logo on the front cover of the car. This is a high-end car of this era, the Heiznauer series.
The car window rolled down, and a young man wearing a tweed jacket, a black round hard hat, and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose waved this way: "Phil, Mr. Levi, this way."
The two quickly got into the car and sat on the back seat.
"Phil, how have you been practicing with Mr. Levi lately?"
Matthew, who was sitting in the driver's seat, asked his brother while driving. He moved his hands slightly and stepped on the accelerator gradually.
"It's okay, I've tried my best to learn." Phil scratched his head helplessly. He was hit by Tifa yesterday.
"Yeah." Matthew didn't ask in detail. He quickly changed the topic to another side: "Mr. Levi, I happen to have a good place for the single-family house you want. It's not dark yet, okay. Just drive all the way over to see the specific situation.”
"Thank you, Matthew." Card Xiu nodded: "You don't have to be so polite to call me sir. I remember that when we were drinking a few days ago, we were all calling each other brothers. We got angry when we were called sir."
"Hahaha, okay. Then...Levi." Matthew smiled.
On the road, a black car passed quickly.
On the other side, Milo walked towards his home. There was a large schoolbag on his back, with the zipper not fully zipped. A light yellow wooden knife handle was stuck on the outside of the schoolbag through the gap.
During this period, Milo has been practicing boxing with Phil at the Gray Seal Martial Arts School, and the time spent practicing swordplay at the Kendo Club has decreased.
For example, today, he originally planned not to go to the Gray Seal Martial Arts Gym for the time being, but he was dragged away by Phil after practicing for an hour.
In fact, to be honest, Milo is not very interested in practicing boxing. He prefers practicing swordsmanship. How cool it is to have a weapon on your body. When facing the enemy, you can draw the sword and click it instantly.
After a random cut, he returned to the sheath gracefully, and the opponent fled in defeat.
Thinking of the excitement, Milo couldn't help but raise his right hand and make a few gestures like chopping melons and vegetables. Unfortunately, although he liked the kendo club very much, the chips Phil gave him were too good.
No boy can resist a complete set of Captain Hong Li's comics, and if he can, add a limited edition!
Milo, a "knife lover", was easily bribed. After all, this whole series of comics is not just for him to read. If the boys in the class knew about it, they would definitely snap up it. Milo could already imagine his high status in the class in a few days.
He will also have more than twenty "biological sons".
"Hehe." Milo couldn't help but smile a few times.
It is now about 6:30 in the afternoon, and the sun is no longer visible in the dusk sky, only some afterglow of the setting sun.
Milo walked along the gray streets toward Calle Bello.
Suddenly, he stopped holding his backpack. Two arrogant young men walked out of the dim alley ahead. One had his hair dyed yellow, and the other had an unconventional nose ring in his nostril.
The three people's eyes met, and Milo suddenly realized something was wrong.
He had heard in school before that there were some unlearned and unskilled gangsters near Edelweiss Middle School who often blackmailed students and extorted money. If you don't pay or have no money, you will be beaten.
Milo is now penniless...
He swallowed, turned around and ran away.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Suddenly, a gangster figure blocked his way. The man wore a blue jacket with metal chains hanging from his shoulders.
There was a cigarette in his mouth and he was puffing away smoke.
Milo froze on the spot. There were three people on the other side, one with a blue jacket, one with yellow hair, and a man with a nose ring blocking the road.
"What are you waiting for? Pay the money."
The three of them approached step by step, and the blue jacket among them took out a folding knife from his pocket and turned it around in his hand.
"I..." Milo weighed his schoolbag: "I have no money."
"No money? Then just follow the old rules and get beaten!" The man with the nose ring twisted his neck and walked over with a contemptuous smile on his face.
"Damn!" Milo cursed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered the wooden knife in his backpack. This is a kendo club sword, not like a bamboo sword. Bamboo knives are sports fitness equipment, used for practice and competition, and have less lethality. The wooden sword is different. It is a prop used in kendo and swordsmanship. The person who is hit by the wooden sword will have a broken bone. If the position is not good, the serious person will be killed. It has actual lethality.
With the level of swordsmanship that I have practiced for so long, the three gangsters might be able to solve it in just a few strokes. This idea suddenly came to Milo's mind. His head felt hot and he turned and pumped his backpack.
A wooden sword about 120 centimeters long was unsheathed.
"Hey, I'm still a swordsman!"
Huang Mao rushed over and kicked him. Milo slashed with his long knife with both hands, but he was kicked away with a slap of the wooden knife.
"What bullshit kendo, bah."
The wooden knife fell to the ground, and the three people immediately swarmed up and started beating Milo. And since Milo dared to resist, they had to strike harder. The fists and soles of the feet kept kicking him.
Milo instinctively protected his vital parts, and there was a faint feeling of pain in several parts of his body. It wasn't until his two fists were blocked by his forearms that Milo suddenly realized that he had unknowingly used the key defensive skills that Cardiff had taught him.
"I no longer have the wooden sword, but I still have my fists!"
Milo's mind was shaken, and he suddenly became enlightened. He slammed forward, squeezed through the gap between the three of them, and got out.
Then his steps dropped and his shoulders shrank. The reaction was a punch, which hit the yellow-haired man directly on the chest.
"Ah." The yellow-haired man groaned, his chest feeling tight.
"Damn it, you dare to resist! It's too late for you to rebel!"
Blue Jacket rushed over, holding an open folding knife in his right hand, the tip of the knife shining brightly in the sun.
He felt cruel and stabbed him regardless of the consequences.
"Knife!" Milo's eyes widened suddenly. Although he was afraid deep down in his heart, he quickly remembered Professor Cardiff's actions.
Immediately, he twisted his steps hard and ducked sideways. Then he threw his right hand over like a hanging bag and hit the opponent's wrist with a slap. The folding knife was knocked out and landed on the ground.
This time, Milo vaguely used the explosive technique.
It is a very simple and crude speed burst technique.
I didn't expect it to be so effective!
The boy of this age had a serious second disease, and Milo immediately became excited. He roared and rushed over.
He greeted the three gangsters frantically with a few slaps.
If Kashu saw it, he would just shake his head. Milo would just hit randomly, only occasionally adding one or two fighting moves to the random punches. If he were to deal with an opponent with a little bit of fighting skills, he would definitely be defeated by others in one fell swoop.
However, Milo's opponents were just a few adolescent gangsters. He's not a gang member, he's the lowest level of trash who only blackmails students. Even worse than Milo.
Without the folding knife in their hands, the three of them were beaten into dogs.
Milo's roaring momentum, his fists waving like a mad dog, and occasionally his sharp fighting moves.
He actually calmed down these three gangsters. They were immediately beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they ran away while screaming.
Milo even chased him for more than 100 meters while fighting.
It wasn't until a few gangsters got into the alleyway that Milo was afraid that he would suffer a loss before he returned and picked up the black backpack on the ground.
He took a few heavy breaths in excitement, holding a wooden sword in his left hand, and a slightly bruised fist in his right hand. A sense of electricity that I had never experienced before suddenly rushed from my tailbone to my brain.
He shivered with excitement on the street.
Milo felt like Captain Hongli just now.
One villain for each group, one enemy for each kick.
It’s so exciting to punch to the point of flesh!
The feeling of a fist hitting the enemy's cheek, the muffled sound of a foot kicking on the opponent's body. It’s much more exciting than sparring in a kendo class with two wooden swords snapping back and forth!
He lowered his head and glanced at the long wooden sword, then turned his head and glanced at the red palms clenched into fists, and seemed to have a clear understanding in his heart.
"Is the sword so inconvenient?"
"Starting from today, I'm going to learn boxing!"
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