Chen Zhen's strikes are like sharp edges and his legs are like knives.
Everyone has seen his leg strength before.
He was carrying a sandbag, weighing nearly three hundred kilograms, and was kicked by him, sending him flying seven to eight meters.
His leg power was fast and fierce, like a sledgehammer blowing out, and it was sharp and crisp like a whip.
One can imagine what the result would be if he was hit by his side leg.
The boxers and Jingwu disciples all widened their eyes for a moment, fearing that they would miss Yang Lin's response.
It looks very difficult to block, how can he block it?
In fact, Yang Lin did not block it.
His hands were hanging by his sides, and he didn't even dodge the fist that hit the tip of his nose...
Let the strong wind blow your hair.
When Chen Zhen's heavy leg reached his chest, his left hand suddenly moved.
The movement was not very fast, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.
Just a slight lift.
Plum blossom in hand.
Chen Zhen had just kicked his leg, and his whole body was like a cloud and mist, and the kick shot into the sky.
The force of his own impact, coupled with the push to change direction, made him unable to control his body shape, and he fell over. With a "pop", he fell to the ground.
As soon as he landed, he bounced up like a carp, bouncing with his feet on the ground, twitching the corner of his mouth, and regained his attack posture, but his expression was much more cautious.
He didn't even know why he fell down just now.
It felt like Yang Lin didn't use much force.
"What does Master Yang mean by this move? I felt like I couldn't use my strength at all. I kicked him over and flew away."
Yes, yes, we don’t understand either.
All the disciples around looked eagerly.
Yang Lin smiled and said, "Chen Zhen, your kick is very powerful and powerful.
However, it is actually wrong to be blindly fierce...
Think about it, if I had just launched a leg attack on your chest and abdomen when you were doing somersaults and falling, would you have been able to block it? You have to be seriously injured even if you don't die, right?
At this time, you have no energy left to adapt. "
Seven points for effort and three points for strength.
This is actually the essence of Eastern martial arts.
This is also the difference from Western martial arts.
Foreign boxing techniques generally emphasize being merciless in every move and using every move to kill.
In a fight like this, the ability to adapt is too weak. If you really meet a master, you will die without knowing how.
Yang Lin still admired Chen Zhen's agility in bouncing back as soon as he fell.
Those who practice martial arts must have the spirit of not losing their composure and daring to fight again.
It is indeed not easy to maintain a strong desire to attack at all times.
Chen Zhen frowned, turned his head and thought, then nodded, "Indeed, I lost my balance just now because I didn't use enough force and attacked without regard for my own safety.
Therefore, as long as the leg technique is broken, you will be in danger. "
"Yes, come again."
Yang Lin waved his hand, indicating to attack again.
This time, Chen Zhen didn't dare to attack with all his strength so carelessly.
He discovered that his own method was accurate in dealing with people who did not have unique ideas and whose strength and speed were not as good as his own.
It's nothing more than fighting for strength and reaction.
However, it seems a bit naive to deal with Yang Wudi, who is so powerful in Shanghai.
Before thinking about victory, think about defeat first...
If you continue to rush and fight without hesitation, the more fierce you fight, the faster you will lose.
Thinking of this, he jumped forward with small steps, sometimes moving forward and sometimes retreating.
Sometimes the two feet cross each other, like butterflies walking through flowers...
The upper body dodges left and right, and occasionally leans down to dive.
Before attacking, the upper body and fists swinging like a pendulum were dizzying to watch.
I have no idea when he will punch or what kind of punch he will throw.
Boom, boom boom!
Jab, swing, left hook, right hook...
As Chen Zhen dodged left and right, his fists changed in an ever-changing manner, rising and falling with his body.
The punches were like a rainstorm, making the air crackle.
"Good punch."
Yang Lin opened his mouth to praise, and his body and head swayed with Chen Zhen's fist style.
His feet were motionless, as if he had taken root on the ground... His upper body was like a willow blown by the wind, sometimes leaning back and sometimes leaning forward.
Occasionally, he would stoop slightly and watch the fists whizzing past his head.
After more than thirty punches in succession, Chen Zhen's face turned red and he didn't hit even a single punch.
Each time, it either missed the tip of Yang Lin's nose by an inch, or hit him close to his cheek, sometimes even three inches away from his chest and abdomen.
It was as if there was an illusory opponent in front of him. No matter how hard he punched, he couldn't hit.
This time he learned the lesson, and before Yang Lin could take the initiative, he jumped back as if he was frightened.
He rubbed his arms, which were slightly swollen and painful from exerting too much force.
Asked: "What kind of move is this? Why can't I hit you?"
“So, the style of play needs to change at any time and with the situation.
As our ancestors have said, it is so close to the end of the world that nothing can change.
When you attack, you must take into account both the enemy and ourselves, the attack range, the distance in space, the surrounding environment, etc.
Just like when you punched me just now, your arms are only so long, and you can't hit me with your joints reversed...
Before the punch is released, I can calculate your attack distance and attack direction.
Therefore, no matter how ferocious your power is, if you can't hit anyone, it's just a useless effort. "
Yang Lin didn't hide his secrets either. He spoke out bit by bit the philosophical thoughts he had understood.
Point out the shortcomings in the opponent's boxing techniques.
If you know some things, you may not be able to do them, and if you do them, you may not be able to defeat your opponent.
At the end of the day, it’s each person who matters.
Therefore, Yang Lin is not afraid that someone will learn his boxing concepts.
"Thank you Master Yang. I have learned the sense of proportion in strength and the control of distance. However, I have one more trick, please give me your advice..."
After saying that, he crossed his legs, sometimes touching the ground, sometimes spinning around, and pushed forward without kicking.
Suddenly the left foot was swept, the leg did not reach the body, the body rotated in the opposite direction in mid-air, and the right leg fell in the air.
The whole person is like a large fan, blowing up the wind, and the legs are chopped off in succession, with different landing points.
This waist strength, tsk tsk.
Yang Lin sighed in admiration and suddenly withdrew his unblocked right hand. His seemingly slow figure suddenly moved forward like lightning.
Contrary to the slow and leisurely way he used to show off his tricks before, he was like a cat whose tail was suddenly burned by fire.
The strong wind ripped through his body and hit Chen Zhen in the chest with one punch.
boom……
Chen Zhen slashed with both legs. Just when he was halfway through, his chest shook and his body flew out again.
This time, it was even more serious than last time.
I fell to the ground and rolled a few times. When I got up, I felt a little short of breath.
"Ahem..."
"What's so strange about Master Yang's move?"
Chen Zhen was beaten to the point where he had no temper at all, and his mood became a little depressed.
He found that no matter how he attacked, the other party would not be able to fight back even if he made an understatement.
No wonder Master Huo Yuanjia was defeated by him.
This man's boxing skills have reached the level of a divine being, like an antelope hanging its horns.
Yang Lin flicked the dust on the hem of his clothes and said with a smile: "Didn't you realize that when I punched you in the chest for the last time, I was actually no faster than you?"
