"The fourth game, [Black Fist: Franky] versus [Judo: Oshima Ichiro]!!"
Off the field, some spectators who knew little about Kung Fu said: "This performance is wonderful!"
"It's simply a competition between the toughest and the softest."
Those knowledgeable martial arts masters glanced at the man and saw that he was not that kind of martial artist, so they didn't bother to speak.
If softness lacks hardness, it is attacking but not conquering, and has no power;
Hardness without softness is a waste of energy, both are indispensable.
Franky slowly twisted his neck and made a "gragra" sound.
He looked at Ichiro Oshima with contempt, a master of judo, it was not like he had never encountered him before.
When he was playing black boxing in the past, he did suffer from Jiu Jitsu at the beginning.
But after a few games, he figured out how to play against this type of guy.
The only thing that needs attention is their "sacrifice skills".
The whistle blows.
Whoosh.
Ichiro Oshima lowered his center of gravity like a leopard and rushed towards Franky.
His arms were like pythons, tightly wrapped around Frankie's waist.
The whole person moved around behind Franky.
Franky seemed to be unable to react for a moment, and then he was about to squat down and lower his body's center of gravity.
"Succeeded!"
Oshima Ichiro thought.
His knee came out and hit Franky's hip.
In Ichiro Oshima's vision, when Frankie fell to the ground, he would use a ground strangulation technique to break the opponent's joints.
Because he had watched Frankie play before.
This strong black man learned traditional boxing. Those who learn this fighting technique rarely pay attention to three-way attacks, let alone any ground skills! !
But Oshima Ichiro didn't notice the cunning and sarcasm hidden in Franky's big dark eyes.
Wow!
Franky unexpectedly grabbed Oshima Ichiro's wrist.
With a strong twist of the waist, the whole person fell down like a mountain, falling on his back and hitting Oshima Ichiro.
The arena seemed to be shaken a bit.
"Ah~~!"
Screams sounded from under Franky.
Franky weighed nearly two hundred and fifty kilograms, which was enough to break several of Oshima Ichiro's ribs.
In just this moment, the outcome of this game is determined!
Zhang Tianzhi in the rest area saw it and thought a little.
"This black man should have suffered from the little devil's skill before, otherwise, he wouldn't have defrauded him?!"
"I thought I could test out this black guy's abilities, but I didn't expect this little devil to be so useless!"
…
"The last match, [Hong Fist: Hong Kang] versus [Chang Le: Cao Yanjun]!!"
Hong Kang slowly came on stage: "President Cao, I didn't expect that we would be assigned to a group."
Cao Yanjun smiled and said: "Yanjun also happens to want to see Master Hong's skills. Please give me some advice!"
Hong Kang said: "In order to prevent the snipe and the clam from fighting and benefiting others, how about we stop here?"
"That's fine." Cao Yanjun said, "We only decide who wins or loses."
Cao Yanjun gently stepped on his toes, "whooshed" a few times, and then his legs broke through the air.
The legs are stretched and generous, agile and strong.
She placed her center of gravity on the supporting foot, and pushed her forward leg downward with the sole of her foot facing the ground. Her heels were raised, and her legs seemed to form a "T" shape.
A martial artist outside the venue who knew "Stab the Foot" said: "This is called [Stab the Ding], and it is the formula of "Stab the Foot"."
Hong Kang stepped out with both feet, grabbing the ground with his five toes and pushing his knees outward.
Step on the "Qilin Horse" to adjust your center of gravity; lower your shoulders and stretch your back, set up your boxing frame, use your body to adjust your Qi, and use your Qi to boost your strength.
"President Cao, please."
Hong Kang signaled Cao Yanjun to make the first move.
"Then I won't be polite!"
I saw that Cao Yanjun did not make any preparatory movements, and the whole person directly crossed the distance of nearly three meters.
As soon as one kick touched the ground, the other kicked in succession.
Picking, cutting, dinging, turning, facing the door and blocking, eight legs left and right.
One step at a time, one kick after another, one after another, and the legs and feet attack in succession, swapping left and right.
Hong Kang retreated and blocked, or blocked, or slapped, or dodged.
Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, Hong Kang didn't seem to be in a hurry.
Instead, he commented on Cao Yanjun's kicking skills.
"President Cao attacks hard with his feet, is fast and brave, and can make his legs as flexible and versatile as his arms, and can use them freely. He is truly a master of leg skills!!"
"Be careful, I'm going to fight back."
Cao Yanjun's heart sank when he heard this.
She was already attacking so quickly, but Hong Kang could still speak in a calm tone, which showed that he was still very calm.
As soon as Hong Kang finished speaking, he immediately played the "Twelve Bridge Players" he was most familiar with.
Pierce, sink, divide, frame, touch, push, seek, grind, hang, hit, lock, split.
The momentum is majestic and vigorous.
Cao Yanjun felt that the man in front of him suddenly burst out with energy, and he looked like the same person before.
"But I'm not just good at kicking."
The full name of "Poke Foot" is "Poke Foot Fanzi Quan", which not only requires the practitioner's waist and legs to be flexible and strong, but also the abdominal muscles and arm strength.
Cao Yanjun's shot is like an arrow, and his backhand is like a thread.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Bah bang bang!!"
Cao Yanjun blocked Hong Kang's attack without landing.
Hong Kang was delighted to see Hunter Xin and praised: "What a great trick! President Cao, be careful next time."
Hong Kang's boxing style has changed and he no longer uses the most basic [Twelve Bridge Hands].
Instead, the punches are powerful, fast and slow, high and low, with a clear rhythm.
"Throw, hang, hit, thrust."
Sometimes the movements are majestic, the voice is majestic, and there is the potential of a dragon or a tiger; sometimes the movements are nimble, the movements are quick, and the spirit is calm and leisurely.
"This is - the twin forms of tiger and crane?!!"
After another hit from Hong Kang, Cao Yanjun suddenly admitted defeat.
"There's no winner yet, right?"
Cao Yanjun covered his arm and said with a bitter smile: "Your punch is really too heavy!"
Cao Yanjun rolled up his sleeves, and there were blue and black bruises on his exposed arms.
"If the beating continues, I may not be able to lift my hand tomorrow." Cao Yanjun looked at Hong Kang and said,
"Master Hong, are you already strong enough?!"
Although he asked the question, his tone was very sure.
Hong Kang was silent for a moment before slowly nodding.
…
As soon as Hong Kang nodded, the martial arts masters below started making noises and noises like a pot exploding.
"What, he's already so powerful?? It can't be a lie, right?!"
"Strength is great! The next step is to prepare for the transformation of strength. That is the realm of Yang Luchan, Dong Haichuan, and Sun Lutang!! He is so young, is he really fake??"
"...It's not nonsense! Improve yourself..."
"Then why don't you go have a fight with him?"
"I'm not going. I'm not a martial arts practitioner."
"..."
Zhang Tianzhi stared straight at Hong Kang on the stage. He had a feeling that this man was not telling lies.
But great strength?
I’m still some distance away now!
He is so young, he looks more than five years younger than me...
For a time, some people believed it and some people doubted it.
But this can't stop Hong Kang from entering the next game.
[PS: I beg all book friends to pass by and don’t miss it...]
