Demon Seymour jumped to the ground and grabbed the coach. The coach's knees swayed outwards, his feet were like mud, and his body shrank like a shrimp. He retreated fast enough, but his left sleeve was still unavoidable and was torn in half by the opponent's grasp. Come down.
Mai Boer even jumped forward to catch up, and the punch hit a weak spot on the instructor's left arm as expected.
Where the punch hit, the entire muscle was dented a little.
The instructor swung his right stick, and Maipol subconsciously punched him on the right wrist.
Unexpectedly, the instructor's swing was just a fake move. With his five fingers curled up, the body of the stick flashed a fan-shaped afterimage, turning into the tail of the stick moving forward, and a dense flying needle shot out quickly while the smoke was puffing out from the port.
Maipole sidestepped and dodged most of the flying needles. He swung away a dozen more needles with his fist, leaving only a few needles that hit him. When they touched the taut muscles, they felt like they were touching stones in the ice and snow. , all bounced away.
But his expression froze.
The tail of a needle was stuck in the right abdomen, in the wound opened by the instructor just now.
When Mai Boer had just played against his coach for the first time, he was caught off guard and was injured. When he felt the blood on the injured area, he knew that the three-inch sharp blade at the top was non-toxic, so he dared to use the dangerous winning style with confidence.
But these flying needles are poisonous and highly poisonous. As soon as they are inserted, the small area is already numb.
He was really a ruthless person. He grabbed his hand and directly tore off a piece of flesh on his flank. He howled in pain and a handful of blood spurted out.
Demon Seymour patted the injured area, and the bleeding stopped immediately.
Maibool took off his clothes and wrapped a bandage around his waist, and sat on the ground with a pale face, not daring to move any more.
"You are such a treacherous Far Easterner to use such a thing!"
Demon Seymour glanced over coldly.
The coach said nothing and stood in front of Ma Zhixing.
The poisonous needle hidden in the tail of the stick was originally his last resort to save his life. He didn't use it when he was betrayed by the traitor and was heavily surrounded. Unexpectedly, he used it in advance today.
But it doesn't work. In the situation just now, if the coach is even a minute slower, it will be a double attack.
The strong foreign man's boxing skills were by no means inferior to those of the great boxers, and he was also the most ruthless in killing people.
As for this Seymour, he is even more weird.
His pouncing and grabbing movements just now can be regarded as proficient, but in the eyes of the instructor, it seems that there are still many things that are not done well in his body's strength, but he can be so fast and nimble.
His method of helping a strong foreign man stop bleeding was unheard of.
No matter which country's medical skills, how can it stop the bleeding of such a large wound with just a tap?
I only heard that Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang, had similar deeds after practicing three times in his later years. With the power of Baguazhang, he helped people whose stomachs were cut open to close the muscles and seal the skin to stop the bleeding. But it should never be like this. An understatement.
There seemed to be a faint white smoke curling up from the fingertips of Dimon Seymour. He took a step forward, his fingers were loose and hanging downwards. When he raised his arm, he suddenly turned into a fist and punched upward. .
This punch moves like an arrow, piercing through and hitting the throat. It is a fatal punch that is rarely seen in boxing matches after the 19th century.
The coach moved his face back only two inches, raised his right hand, and with a sharp swish of the tip of the stick, stabbed Demon Seymour first.
The blade was aimed at the gap between the ribs. With the instructor's breathing and the force exerted by the wrist, the blade could pierce the internal organs before the pain was transmitted to the skin.
Dimonsi Moore didn't dodge at all. The blade was hit by the force of his body moving forward and broke directly. The redwood stick hit his body with a bang, and many cracks appeared.
The instructor's right hand's jaw was open, and Demon Seymour had already hit him. He was as powerful as a giant crocodile eating sheep. He punched out his upper and lower fists, hitting his collarbone and lower abdomen.
call! ! !
The coach's body bounced back, flying over Ma Zhixing and hitting the wall.
Demon Seymour's fists had no real feel.
He was not knocked away, but knocked out by himself.
A long, indistinguishable breath sound came from the instructor's mouth. The center of gravity of the whole body swayed and changed. The whole person was like a curved skin bag full of elasticity. Originally, the shoulder hit the wall first, and the entire wall When pressing, start from the shoulders first, follow the force to the hips to the heels, and rebound back.
In an instant, the instructor took advantage of the existence of this wall to increase the speed of his entire body to the extreme. He pressed and pushed the palm of his left hand with the five fingers of his left hand, blooming like a flower, and collided head-on with Demon Seymour, hitting him in the chest.
Demon Seymour stumbled, and there was a cracking sound in the air, but it was not his ribs that were damaged.
The instructor had just been punched on the left arm, but the punch was not strong enough. At this moment, his elbow was misplaced. However, during the stretch of his left hand, the stronger right hand penetrated from below and hit Seymour's stomach at the upper end of the cardia with a palm. .
At that time, many great boxers formed an alliance to perform martial arts, and the instructor was one of the important players. From the northern boxers, he learned the squeezing strength of Tai Chi, the thief sliding technique of Bagua, and also learned the tricks used by the leader of the seven-province escorts to counterattack the horse bandits. hidden weapon.
However, the foundation of Kung Fu among the great boxers has already been established. There are some things that they cannot learn when they perform martial arts in the alliance, and some things they cannot learn even if they die. It is easy to change a country, but it is hard to change one's nature. There are some traces left over from the early years of Kung Fu training. Their bad habits have become their biggest stumbling block.
When it comes time to really fight for your life, you still have to show off your skills that you have practiced for the longest time.
The flower palm hidden in the sleeve means the Central Plains!
The gestures of the right hand are that the thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger are flexed, and only the index finger is upright.
The moment the instructor's right palm struck, he pulled away with his left hand. The index finger of his right hand became thicker and red as blood. He thrust it upwards and clasped his fingertips inward, firmly latching onto the neck line connecting Seymour's chin and neck.
At this moment, even if there is an iron plate in front of me, the instructor's finger will pierce it and dig out the trachea.
Demon Seymour was like a cold-blooded animal that was frightened by the fire. The pupils in his eyes instantly elongated. For a brief moment, what existed in his eye sockets was a pair of horrifying and bloodthirsty vertical pupils.
The faint light of the scales flashed across his entire head and face, and the point where the neck lines were hit was particularly clear and profound.
The instructor felt that every pore on the front of his body was instantly shuddered by the cold air. His right hand, which had been exerting its strength to the maximum, was stinging for a moment, and he lost consciousness.
Visible frost covered his entire palm.
Seymour just had a tattoo-like scale pattern on his face, and the coach suddenly had a deep and cold understanding.
——The man standing in front of me is completely different from any martial arts school in the world!
Bang! ! ! !
The instructor's body crashed through the courtyard wall, falling onto the street seven or eight steps outside the ancestral hall amid the movement of broken bricks and sand.
The figure who had just reached the other side of the river on the other side of the ancestral hall saw this scene. In panic, he crossed the water with one step. The figure roared across nearly thirty meters, but his arms were as flexible as thick cotton cloth, and they grabbed the instructor's body. .
A horizontal wave was drawn on the river.
Guan Luoyang turned around and bent his knees, put down the instructor, raised his eyes through the smoke, and saw the strange "person" in the yard.
