"The second game, [Baji: Xia Weipeng] versus [Tomahawk: George]!!"
Xia Weipeng, who is just over 1.7 meters tall, looks plain and simple; while George, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, is tall and muscular, and is not easy to mess with at first glance.
The two people stand together, just like us ordinary people standing in front of those basketball superstars. The difference in height and weight brings a strong sense of contrast.
But George did not have that sense of psychological superiority, but was instead very vigilant.
Because he has seen Xia Weipeng's explosive power.
That's enough force to push an adult four or five meters away! !
With caution in mind, George naturally assumed his best fighting posture.
"Beep!"
The whistle blows.
George made the first move.
He quickly ran over on the ground, and with the help of the impact, punched the Chinese fighter in front of him hard.
Xia Weipeng stamped his foot first.
"drink!"
The Baji foot shaking and Qi blowing are activated at the same time, and the Qi and force are combined.
A powerful aura emanated from Xia Weipeng.
Raise your hand to block it in front of you.
"Duh!"
There was a dull fist-clapping sound.
Xia Weipeng took half a step back to remove the impact.
His eyes flashed with suspicion, and he said secretly: "Sure enough, this foreigner is just relying on his height and strength, using the strength of his muscles instead of the strength of his bones."
Muscle strength can be easily improved with hard training.
But he has a shortcoming. To maintain this strength, he needs a strong amount of training every day.
The first step in their traditional martial arts training is Ming Jin, which is mainly Yi Gu.
Through pile exercises and secret medicine, the strength of the muscles and bones is enhanced, and the body evolves towards the direction of "steel and iron bones".
However, the Zhuang Kung Fu and the secret medicine are both water grinding techniques. They can only penetrate into the muscles and bones bit by bit, slowly increasing their strength.
After doing this, the muscles and bones will be strong and the Qi and blood will be strong.
George's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw Xia Weipeng receiving a full-strength punch from him and only taking half a step back.
Moreover, he felt like he was hit by a steel plate, and his fists ached.
"This person's power... is unscientific!!"
"George's weight is at least 180 kilograms. In addition to the impact of running like this, the force is more than 500 kilograms. How can the Chinese just block it?!!"
Hong Kang saw some clues.
"This is the effect of that [shock the feet]."
"Through exerting force, a sinking force is generated. By stamping the feet, it penetrates directly to the surface and plunges into the ground, making roots take root under the feet and the lower body is stable. It is like a javelin that plunges straight into the ground."
"These foreigners probably can't figure it out!"
Xia Weipeng shrank back and forth, pushing George back several steps.
"Before, you crippled that Chinese martial artist's arm." Xia Weipeng said calmly, "Although he only did low-level things, he is a Chinese martial artist after all."
Xia Weipeng looked at George like he was looking at an animal and said coldly: "Today, I will let you experience what it means to give blood for blood and tooth for tooth."
"You will also feel what it feels like to be a useless person!!"
Xia Weipeng recited a boxing formula.
"The first practice is to practice clumsy strength like a crazy demon, and the second practice is to practice soft sealing, sealing, and plucking."
As soon as he stamped his feet, there was a feeling of the earth falling apart.
The moment Xia Weipeng exerts his force, it is as strong as a collapsed bow, as powerful as thunder, and as fast as lightning.
The fists punched through the air with the force of thunder.
It turns out that every punch is focused on strength! !
Xia Weipeng chanted the song while slapping his mouth.
"The fists are like meteors, the eyes are like lightning, the waist is like a snake and the feet are like drills."
George, who was 1.9 meters tall, was as helpless as a child under Xia Weipeng's attack.
Feeling the creaking sound coming from the bones all over his body, George was all too familiar with that heart-wrenching sound - it was a precursor to a bone fracture!
"Click~!"
The crisp sound of broken bones suddenly sounded.
"Ah!! My hand!!!"
George screamed immediately.
He no longer bothered to defend Xia Weipeng's old punches.
Seeing that the foreigner's middle door was wide open and he was just crying out in pain, a cold light appeared in Xia Weipeng's eyes.
"It is better to use your remaining courage to pursue the poor bandits, not to use your reputation as an academic overlord!"
Hit the clouds and lift them up;
Hit, poked and squeezed;
Beat down to eat the roots and bury the roots.
Xia Weipeng aimed at George's limbs, punching and kicking him continuously.
"Click!"
"Crack!!"
George was anxious to surrender, but Xia Weipeng didn't give him a chance. George felt what Zhang Zhengyi felt now.
The people below looked very relieved.
"Okay! Evil people will find their own way! Why did this foreigner be so arrogant before!!" Someone cheered loudly.
"What are you talking about? How can Master Xia be a villain?" someone said, "He is clearly a hero!!"
"happy!!"
The foreigners looked very ugly.
The mustache looked sinisterly: "Fuck! What is this yellow-skinned bastard doing??! Is he insulting the great British warrior??"
"I'm going to find someone to kill this *bastard!!"
"Yes, the great British warrior cannot accept this humiliation..."
Their conversation was in English, so although Re spoke loudly, no one at the scene could understand it, except for a few people.
Although Pang Kaibo and the others could understand what the foreigners said, they were far away and couldn't hear what they were saying.
And Hong Kang happened to be in the rest area, relatively close, and heard every word.
He was angry and his eyes were cold.
He tilted his head and looked at the man with the mustache who was speaking, remembering his appearance in his mind.
When he turned around, he saw Cao Yanjun who also raised his head.
There was a thought in my heart: "Did you hear it too?!"
Cao Yanjun nodded.
Hong Kang asked curiously: "Do you understand foreigners' words?"
Cao Yanjun said: "Because of some business issues, I need it."
Hong Kang nodded and closed his eyes, no one knew what he was thinking about.
"The tiger climbs the mountain hard!"
Xia Weipeng used his hand to tear away the wind and made a whistling sound.
The force of the attack knocked George off the ground.
"The Overlord breaks the reins hard!!"
Almost instantly, Xia Weipeng pinched the joints of George's arms and legs.
Work together.
"Click! Click! Click! Click!"
George suddenly fell to the ground like a piece of tatters, his body twitching.
"The winner, Baji—Xia Weipeng!!"
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"The third game, [Knife Boy: Jia Xinbin] versus [Prince: Jin Yuji]!!"
"On one side is the "Baguazhang" with dark hands and smooth body, and on the other side is the "Muay Thai" with fierce moves. Let's look forward to who among them is better!"
Jia Xinbin didn't say much. After the whistle blew, he directly attacked.
He doesn't like to stop with silence and strike later.
Jin Yuji used his fists, elbows, knees and legs together, with a domineering momentum, and his moves were aimed at the person's vital points.
"Prince Ji! Prince Ji is mighty!"
"Brother Dao, come on! Brother Dao, come on!!"
After Jia Xinbin was taught "Bagua Zhang" by Zheng Zixuan, his strength more than doubled! !
When he learned how to use his strength, coupled with his many years of fighting experience, the increase in his combat power was terrifying.
The hand shapes of "Bagua Zhang" include dragon claw palm and ox tongue palm.
The former is more rigid and the latter is more soft.
Zheng Zixuan is even better at using the "Ox Tongue Palm", which is soft yet strong.
And because of his personality preferences, Jia Xinbin made the former even more proficient.
The body shape is like a swimming dragon, the waist is as straight as a shaft, the body moves with the steps, and the palms change with the movements.
Jia Xinbin folded his five fingers together and bent them slightly.
"Big monument smasher!!"
He slapped Jin Yuji's lower back hard.
After taking the shot, his feet slipped, and Jia Xinbin floated three meters away.
pain!
It hurts! !
Jin Yuji felt a faint stinging pain coming from his lower back, his eyebrows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead.
"You should admit defeat!" Jia Xinbin said calmly, "It's probably not too late to find someone to help you relax your muscles and activate your blood circulation."
Although Jin Yuji practices Muay Thai, he also knows that Baguazhang is a tricky skill. The penetrating power of "Baguazhang" is most likely to hurt people's internal organs.
"This is... An Jin??!"
Jia Xinbin remained silent, not wanting to explain.
Jin Yuji understood, and he solemnly clasped his fists: "Thank you for showing mercy."
In the past, Jia Xinbin was very ruthless, killing or injuring anyone.
Over the years, my temperament has changed somewhat.
"Referee, I surrender."
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