Old K and I agreed on eight o'clock in the evening, but I had already arrived at the training hall at half past seven, I have always been a punctual person, and I was even more reluctant to leave a bad impression in the face of old K.

Unexpectedly, when I came, Lao K had already arrived, and fine beads of sweat could already be seen on the door of his head, so he must have been here for a while.

Nodding to me, Lao K continued to do strength training on the equipment, and the muscles of his arms were particularly solid and powerful under the huge weight: "You move first, and the two of us will put on gloves and play in the ring for a while." ”

"Good. I nodded, took off my coat, and began to move every joint on my body. I moved every joint carefully and seriously, and I was going to face the old K later! Thinking of this, I still couldn't help but feel a little excited. The man who has entered the small dark room thirteen times is definitely not a fluke to survive.

"Alright, mad dog. Old K wiped the sweat from his face and put on his fist gloves.

"Alright, old K. "I also put on my gloves and stood in the ring.

All the lights in the training hall were turned on, and in the huge place, only me and Lao K stood in the ring, and every word we said seemed to be audible.

Old K to the mad dog, does anyone come to witness it? I can't help but think.

"You like boxing, don't you?" said Old K and I exchanged fists in a friendly manner, and walked over to me leisurely.

"Yes. I set up my martial arts and kept backing away with the old K, "You enjoy the ring too, don't you?"

"Of course. Old K said a straight punch to my forehead, and before I could react, the Russian hook of my right hand was called out to my chin.

Bend your knees, bow your head, raise your arms to block, and my movements are all in one go. Old K's fist rubbed a gust of wind against my scalp, making my scalp numb. I knew that Old K didn't give it his all, but he threw me almost with a punch.

It's dangerous. I secretly sweated, and I was knocked down in one move, but I was really sorry for my mad dog's reputation.

"Be attentive. Old K shrugged, shook his body and slowly pressed me forward, "You're a mad dog, don't let me look down on you." ”

I clenched my fist and shouted, "Good!" No longer retreating, I pushed up, and the name of the mad dog was also shot by my real knife (harmony) gun.

A kick kicked out, and I wanted to close the distance between me and Old K first.

I did start to be a little jealous of Old K's fists. In the two punches just now, Lao K obviously didn't exert all his strength, but his speed and strength were already quite terrifying. If he pushes hard, I don't know how many punches he can take. For such opponents, I am used to using my legs to restrain them. First, I can use my legs to control the distance between the two sides. Second, I'm quite confident in my leg sweeping power. Especially after coming to hell, my leg sweeping strength has taken a qualitative leap.

Old K pressed too far forward, and he couldn't avoid my kick, but after he took a kick from me, his body only shook a few times, and then continued to push forward like a bulldozer.

"Hey!" I groaned, and a low sweep swept towards Old K's center of gravity legs. In my experience, even if Lao K doesn't fall down after eating this blow, the shaking of his body will leave me a gap, and my chance is here.

Sure enough, Lao K's body deviated, and his pace began to mess up. I slammed my waist and followed with my hind feet. Two straight punches followed by a big swing fist of the right hand also beckoned to the head of the old K.

"Knock knock!" The sound of three fist glands colliding with fist gloves, my fists were blocked by the old K, and none of them could make a contribution. I didn't continue to attack, after all, Lao K and I were just training and playing, so there was no need to take it too seriously.

"That's kind of interesting. Old K rubbed the calf I kicked, "Your leg sweep is very powerful. ”

"Your punches are good, too. I bumped fists with K again, nodded, and signaled that we could continue.

"yes, if you're ready, then I'm here. Old K smiled and jumped up with a step. This time, Lao K no longer retracted his strength, and his fists hit me like two sledgehammers.

I wanted to use my legs to block, but the speed of my legs couldn't keep up with the speed of K's punches, and K's pace was unusually flexible. My push pedal couldn't control the distance between the two of us. After controlling my center of gravity, the distance between me and Lao K depends entirely on the steps of Lao K's feet. With a strong body and flexible steps, the old K is the old K.

Heavy gunner, this is the real heavy gunner. I was punched first in the abdomen under the stormy punch, and the pain in my heart made me bend down and instinctively start to retreat. But before he could take half a step, he was punched again on his left rib and right cheek. Fortunately, the two punches in the back of the old K did not exert any force, but only symbolically pointed at my body.

I took a few breaths, looked at the retreating old K, smiled, and said dejectedly: "Old K is old K, I am indeed not your opponent." "It's the first time I've had a feeling of being down to a fighter.

Old K waved his hand and patted me, "This is not your strength, and we don't have a real competition." If it's a boxing match in a small black room, you and I will win half to half. ”

"Really?" "Losing is losing, and I was indeed a few beats behind the old K in my performance just now." If it's just an ordinary ring, I've been knocked out by Lao K just now, and his fists are really like hammers, which makes you daunting. What makes me even more confused is that he always seems so calm and relaxed under my attacks. Is my attack too weak? Or is the old K too strong?

"You think I'm strong in your heart, and you think I'm a big mountain in front of you, so your strength is a little limited, and you don't use it. Lao K took off his boxing gloves and threw them aside, picked up a pair of hand targets and put them on, "But your boxing skills are really poor, I'll accompany you to practice." ”

Old K walked up to me and raised his fist: "Watch my target go, come, left, right, left, hook!"

I kept swinging to the rhythm of the old K, like a beginner, but I was willing.

"You have to have a rhythm and you have to catch the gaps. Old K showed me as he walked, "Your movements are very standard and powerful. But your sense of rhythm, your ability to grasp the timing is not good. ”

Old K motioned for me to look at him: "Do you remember the three punches you punched after you came out of your leg just now?"

I nodded.

"Those three punches you hit are like shit. "Old K said it mercilessly, but I didn't have a temper at all.

"Do you know why you didn't hit a single punch?" the old K imitated the three punches I just had, "because your purpose is so obvious, you don't consider my defensive range." If your third hook is replaced with a straight punch to the abdomen, you'll be able to make a difference. You give it a try. ”

I hit it again according to the action just now, and sure enough, after changing to a straight line, not only the coherence of the whole movement was enhanced, but the speed was also faster, and Lao K couldn't prevent the final blow.

"Your fists are okay against ordinary people, but if you meet a master, you can only rely on luck. Old K waved his target, "You know, luck is not something we fighters can rely on. There are a couple of lucky fighters here that I carved into the letter 'K' on their arms. So, while I'm still patient, you can practice your fists. ”

"Hook fist, left, right, hook. Wait, why are you hesitating, even if my target is not in place, but you are in shape, you still have to hit the action. "Lao K seems to be teaching primary school students, constantly correcting all kinds of problems in my boxing skills, and sometimes with a sentence or two of national scolding.

I didn't feel the slightest discomfort, but I enjoyed it very much. This kind of teaching was given to us by my master when I was a child. I followed the requirements of Lao K and trained meticulously.

"Let's continue tomorrow. Old K looked at the time on the wall, and before he knew it, it was nine o'clock.

"Thank you, old K. "I nodded at the person I've always wanted to surpass.

"Hopefully tomorrow night you can find a little bit of feeling with your punches. Old K patted me on the shoulder, "I don't want to continue scolding you." ”

Happy Saturday!!!!!