Chapter 008: Duel (2)

It is an ancient European tradition to throw gloves in other people's faces to start a duel, and there are still people who use this way of dropping scum?

The people gathered behind Al Bead felt amused, but when they found the blood oozing from the fingers of the girl in front of them covering their foreheads, they were quickly relieved.

The Major and Fang Yuan were playing around, how could they have thought that the three of them would appear? Hurriedly poked Fang Yuan with his cane, asking him to quickly apologize to the victim.

Regardless of the cause of the matter, he was arrested after hitting someone, Fang Yuan knew that he was at the fault, and after being reminded by the major, he turned around and faced everyone at the door.

Before Fang Yuan, who was wearing a combat uniform, could speak, everyone beside the door sighed in unison, as if they had seen Fang Yuan for the first time, looking back and forth on him.

As the saying goes, men should be pretty with soap, and women should be pretty with xiao.

Fang Yuan has now washed his face and changed into a three-dimensional cropped, well-fitting combat uniform, which looks exquisite, sunny in temperament, slender and elevated, highlighting masculinity and strength, very handsome, it is simply different from the dirty appearance in the morning, no wonder everyone didn't recognize him at once.

The moment Yarbede saw Fang Yuan's face clearly, his angry face froze, his heart was like being hit by an eight-hundred-pound giant hammer, and his chest rose and fell violently.

Her body trembled slightly, her small mouth opened slightly, and her eyes slowly grew from oval to wide, and finally widened, staring at Fang Yuan with an incredible gaze.

Are all the young people in China so handsome? Covering her forehead, Jarbede exclaimed in her heart, she couldn't believe that the dirty Chinese boy she saw in the morning was so handsome, so handsome, so temperamental, so handsome, so heart-warming, if it weren't for the sharp pain that came to her senses, she even forgot what she had just been smashed.

"I'm going to duel with you. In front of so many people, Albede challenged Fang Yuan again, but it was completely devoid of the fierceness just now.

"Misunderstandings, it's all misunderstandings, don't do anything if you have something to say. The major sitting on the bed thought that Fang Yuan and Yalbed were going head-to-head, it was simply an old birthday boy who was afraid of eating arsenic, he was worried that Fang Yuan would be beaten up with three long and two short, and at the same time kept giving the captain a look, begging him to help appease the angry Yalbede.

The captain glanced at the major, and secretly shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands to say that he had no way to take Jarbed, but he didn't want this handsome Huaxia boy to be disabled, and he didn't have dinner for himself, so he could only tentatively persuade him: "Jarbed, let's deal with your wounds first, and then talk about the duel." ”

In the face of his own suggestion, Yarbede did not burst into a thunderous manner as usual, and the captain was greatly surprised, and immediately pulled her out of the major's thatched hut.

The figure of Albede left, and the major breathed a sigh of relief, and the crowd gathered at the door also walked in.

The corporal who had given Fang Yuan medicine and training uniforms in the morning smiled helplessly at him: "It's not good for you to smash anyone, you have to provoke Yaerbed, you will die today." ”

"Look, this is the last time I was beaten by Yarbed, and the injury hasn't healed for more than a month. The black man who was driving twisted his face to let Fang Yuan see his scars.

Fang Yuan had seen the ferocity of Yarbed, and found that everyone had an expression of 'you are dead', his heart was cold, and he could only ask the major for help.

The major also had a big head, and asked Fang Yuan helplessly: "Have you ever learned sanda fighting?"

"Nope. Fang Yuan shook his head vigorously.

"It's okay to learn Muay Thai. ”

"No, it won't. ”

"I've learned karate, and taekwondo is okay. ”

"I don't understand. ”

"And what the hell can you do?" the Major was speechless.

"Can Lao Baigan drink a catty?"

"Albede is no less drunk than you. The major rolled his eyes angrily by Fang Yuan, and directly sentenced him to death, "You just wait for death." ”

Everyone also shook their heads in disappointment, many of the people present were all defeated by a hundred battles and strong combat effectiveness, not to mention Fang Yuan, who didn't know anything.

Everyone came over one by one and patted Fang Yuan's shoulder, looking disappointed, as if they were going out to arrange a memorial service for him.

"Major, you have to help me. "Fang Yuan really has no tricks.

"I'll tell you, Albede's explosiveness is strong, but his stamina is not good. "The major thought about it and told Fang Yuan that Yalbade's ultimate move was 'three seconds down', as long as Fang Yuan carried the first three moves and was not killed, or was not beaten to a good point, he had a very great hope of saving his life.

Looking at Fang Yuan's confused look, he probably didn't know what "three seconds down" was, so the major continued to explain: "Three seconds down is to concentrate all your strength when capturing prisoners, and strive to knock the opponent over within one or two moves in three seconds, if there is no effect, you can only turn around and run." ”

"Three seconds, what's the difference between fighting and capturing prisoners?" Fang Yuan saw that even this big black man had been beaten into this bear-like shape, and suddenly felt that he might not be able to carry it for a second.

The major continued: "Capturing and fighting is a desperate technique, which requires excellent skills and good psychological quality, and it is often a one-move kill, a very simple and direct technique, so there will be no fancy and large-scale movements in the fight, and the action with large amplitude and large consumption is to find death when fighting, and the seemingly simple action is actually the nirvana of the fighting master." ”

Everyone nodded their heads as soon as they said this, and told Fang Yuan that there was a very big difference between killing techniques and fighting techniques, and it was not like ordinary people fighting on the streets.

"Deadly tricks. After the major's explanation, Fang Yuan was even more unconfident, feeling that he couldn't even make half a move.

"In this way, I will teach you the unique knowledge of my family. After speaking, the major took out a tablet computer from the bedside, and introduced it to Fang Yuan while turning it on, "Our Chen family's kung fu has been passed down for thousands of years, who in the Chinese martial arts world does not know that the Chen family has both fists and feet? ”

The major told his awesomeness, without a trace of blush, without a trace of embarrassment, and everyone in the security company next to him also kept nodding, they knew that the major's fists and feet were really powerful, and he had experienced life and death tests in the army and overseas, and he was top in every aspect.

It can be said that only the Major in the entire security company can shock Yarbede, and after having the strength to resist her 'three-second down', he kicked her away.

"Such a malpractice?" Fang Yuan's heart instantly swelled with longing, and he cried out in surprise, but Fang Yuan suddenly discovered a major problem, that is, the major was now seriously injured, how could he teach himself?

"You teach yourself. With that, the major turned the open video towards Fang Yuan.

The video playing on the tablet is very clear, and in the courtyard, a man with a face and body very much like a major is practicing.

I saw the major gossiping on his legs, stumbling and swaying, squinting his eyes, as if he was drunk.

His figure is erratic, but his hands are not ambiguous, his ten fingers are like hooks, grasping, splitting, inserting, buckle, and his hands are flying.

The major stabbed Fang Yuan, who was looking out of his mind, with his elbow: "Guess what kind of punch I fought?"

Back then, Fang Yuan didn't watch kung fu movies and guessed: "Look at you drunk and hazy, stumbling and rolling, are you the legendary drunken eight immortals?"

"Lu Dongbin, drunk and carrying a pot is a thousand catties. Tie Gui Li, spinning and kneeling to get drunk is true. The major made a few moves in the air with his intact right arm and left leg, "This is the Drunken Eight Immortals, you take a closer look." ”

Fang Yuan really didn't know, he had only known from watching kung fu movies before, and there were actually many kinds of drunken boxing, but the most famous and powerful was the drunken eight immortals formed only in the name of the Taoist Eight Immortals, imitating the drunken state of the Eight Immortals.

Is there anything more powerful than the Drunken Eight Immortals?

Fang Yuan carefully observed the major who was playing the routine, only to see him jumping and moving, jumping up and down, and getting rid of a big horse monkey who had drunk too much, he really couldn't recognize it, and shook his head helplessly.

Looking at Fang Yuan's confused appearance, the major was not embarrassed for him, and directly solved the mystery: "My set of family heirloom unique boxing method 'Drunken Ape' emphasizes that the line is not drunk, the fist is not drunk, and it has its own unique hand, eye and body steps, and a set of secret internal skills, which can make the human body's spirit, body, and qi carefully combined, so that the five internal organs, twelve meridians and the whole body can be fully regulated, balance yin and yang, relax the meridians and activate the meridians, and after practice, the ten fingers are like hooks, tough like iron, and tearing tigers and leopards by hand is not bluffing." A Yarbed, well, not worth mentioning. ”

"Really?" Fang Yuan's body trembled for a moment, and he felt that he could do it again, "How long do you need to practice?"

"I've been watching it for three years and practicing for thirteen years. ”

"Woon. Fang Yuan, who never swears, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, "How long do I have left?"

The Major glanced out the door and replied leisurely, "No more than three minutes." ”