"Izzo, look at this. "The sound is still coming from the abandoned factory outside of Morich. "This is... "Yesterday's evening newspaper, look at the headlines. "Outsider escaped?" said the blond shoulder-length curly-haired man in a navy blue motorcycle leather suit. "We need this kid. The gray-haired old man pointed to the photo on the wanted post.

"You don't need me anymore?" Izzo frowned, it seemed like something was going to be lost to him. "Of course you do, but you can't be a test subject anymore. The old man's sweater smelled of inferior laundry detergent, "The ice crystals have eaten up your muscle cells, and our cellular integrity is incomparable to that of humans." I'm so sorry. Izzo lowered his head, although he had expected this result for a long time, it was still difficult for him to accept, after all, Izzo had suffered a lot in order to be able to inject active ice crystalline protein.

"It's okay, I didn't do a good job as a superhero, even if I didn't become an ice man, I was a good gunslinger. Iza said as he took off his leather coat, "I won't need this outfit anymore, if you find that guy, remember to show him if it fits." People need an ice man. Izzo walked over to the door and took down a shirt that hung on the door, and the old man began to fiddle with the experimental equipment, and he couldn't think of anything to comfort him.

"Don't rush to go, if you don't have anything else to do, you can help me with it, and I have to drag you to help find the wanted criminal." The old man didn't look back, but his voice had a charm that ordinary old people didn't have, and Izzo hesitated for a while but stayed.

At 15 o'clock on July 15, 2014, the city ram workshop was dedicated. As I expected, after lunch, all the ladles couldn't help but ask me how I learned this skill, and whether there was a special curriculum in an outside school. As a courtesy, I explained their questions in detail, and there was no quiet until two o'clock in the afternoon.

"So, what other councillor has an objection?" Mante put on a rare leadership stand. "Wait, don't worry, Big Man. An elder sitting in the corner of the hall said. I answered too many questions just now, and I didn't notice for a while that there was such a thin person in this group of councilors.

"As everyone here knows, Yilan Fu has the largest number of members of the party committee in Limin Town, and the surrounding villages can reach a scale of 1,000 people. Such a big branch, no matter how good the mind is, it is difficult to convince the public if it doesn't know how to do real work, and besides, this little brother is still so young. His voice sparked another heated discussion. "Ke Zai is right, we are not just sitting in this position because of our outstanding ability. "It's that bare-chested guy again, and he still seems to have a deep taboo against me.

"Cohen, what do you propose?" Mante asked. "It's nothing, I just want to have two tricks with him. Cohen was wearing a very wide shirt, about 30 years old with no beard on his cheeks, and his body looked very thin, and if he didn't stand very straight, he might have looked sick. "Congressmen shouldn't have any objections, right?" Cohen looked around. Most of the councillors had no opinion, only the shirtless man was there jokingly: "Ke Zai, start lightly." "Don't worry, you can't die. After saying that, he shook his head at me, "Boy, how much effort will you do? If you don't know anything, I won't force it." ”

"Cohen is the best fighter we have here, and I have practiced martial arts for 11 years, so be careful. Mante whispered in my ear. "I can handle it. I replied in the same tone, and then got up and moved forward, "There are no martial arts in many ways, and there are only two martial arts in the world. "yes, what are those two tricks?" It seems that the show time just now has earned me a lot of respect, and Cohen is actually interested in listening to my nonsense.

"One move is merit, one move is defense. These words caused Cohen to think for a moment. "It seems like that's the case. He said to himself, "Okay, that's all the nonsense, and ask Brother Man's subordinates to pull the table and stool." Needless to say, Mante had already arranged for the restaurant to be vacated, leaving only a dozen chairs against the wall, and each scoop sat down against the wall with the mentality of watching the excitement.

"Please. Cohen held out his right hand. After 11 years of martial arts skills against my less than half a year of Jeet Kune Do, I don't even need to think that I am lost, but Chinese martial arts have defects on the basis of actual combat. China has been influenced by Confucianism since ancient times, emphasizing harmony as the precious, martial arts attainments are the pursuit of self-cultivation, martial arts competitions are mostly point-to-point, although the philosophical wisdom is quite high, but the actual combat experience is not appropriate. Most of the martial arts we see today are integrated with the concept of modern martial arts and the concept of actual combat, which is very different from traditional martial arts. So, if Cohen's kung fu is in the traditional sense, then I still have a chance to turn the tables around.

"What do you do if you win or lose?" I asked. "I'm the best guy here, so I don't have a high demand for you, and if you can knock me down, you won. Cohen looked at Mante's face, "I'll still stand until you're too tired to stand up, even if you lose" "Okay." After saying that, I waited for him to attack. Jeet Kune Do is a defensive martial art, Bruce Lee once said: My Jeet Kune Do is usually to intercept the opponent's attack when others attack.

Cohen looked a little curious, and I just stood there staring at him, but nothing else was moving. After waiting for five or six minutes, Cohen couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed in front of me with an arrow step, and suddenly his horse steadied and his right hand clenched into a fist. I took the opportunity to hold his right wrist and pulled him over with force to hit him directly in the armpit, Cohen reacted very quickly, his left hand slapped to avoid my right fist, and at the same time his right foot came up with a short kick, I raised my left foot to step on it, but the upper plate showed a flaw, Cohen shook off my left hand, and hit me with an elbow on the chest, inertia pushed me several meters.

I stepped aside and clutched my chest, and I was really surprised by the contrast between Cohen's posture and strength. "Hehe, boy, be careful. Cohen stepped forward again, leaped less than two meters from me, and made a 240-degree flip in the air before sweeping his right leg straight at my head. I thought to myself that when the opportunity came, I bent down to dodge his horizontal leg, and when he hit the ground, I kicked it towards his ankle, but Cohen had already worried about this, and the ball of his foot slanted to dodge the attack, and at the same time opened my middle with both hands, and the two slaps flew to my chest in an instant.

Luckily, the basics of my volleying skills were solid, and I pushed his arm away from the side with both hands, but Cohen took advantage of the situation to lean back and kick me, which directly retreated me to Mante's side, and I used all the strength of the wilderness to stabilize my body without wrestling. "If you can't hold on, don't hold on. Mante whispered. "Hold on. After speaking, he stepped forward and prepared to take the call. This time Cohen left me with a gap, and instead of attacking immediately, he shook his head and waited for me to attack.

It gave me a little time to apply my deductive reasoning to martial arts. Through the trick just now, I found that Cohen likes to work with his hands and feet, and uses it to let me leak out of my middle lane. Then the first possible scenario I speculate on will be: Cohen takes the initiative to attack, straight fist feint, after my old trick repeats Cohen splits his right fist, lifts his foot and kicks short, I shake off his right hand and step back, and flick my leg sideways and kick my abdomen, jump up and spin at the moment Cohen holds it, and use inertia to hit Cohen's head with the other leg, if the force is strong enough, Cohen falls to the ground, the fight is terminated, if it is not enough, Cohen retreats, I land on the ground with both hands, and use the rotational inertia to use the sweeping leg to attack Cohen's next plate, Cohen will fall to the ground because he has no time to dodge。

The second possibility: I take the initiative to attack, kick and feint to the waist, Cohen raises his hand to hold my ankle, and the other hand takes the opportunity to open me in the middle, I hold the attacker with both hands and twist my wrist, Cohen will let go of my leg because of the pain, I can twist the attacker down, and then raise the leg and turn, Cohen will go with the flow to prevent the arm from breaking, without resistance. The moment I lifted my leg to go around his arm, I kicked him in the head, and Cohen would fall to the ground because of my striking inertia and the force on my arm.

After thinking about it for two minutes, Cohen didn't move at all, and it seems that the second possible probability should be 100%. I suddenly jumped to Cohen and raised his leg to feint, Cohen really reached out to hug my calf, his free hand was not idle, a horizontal palm slashed at my head, I immediately held both hands to the horizontal palm, and then immediately twisted to the right, Cohen yelled and let go of my calf, I then continued to increase the degree of twisting, Cohen was driven by pain, with my pace followed, I raised my leg and turned around and kicked his forehead, he quickly stepped out of his right foot to stand firm, then I rode on his arm and pulled hard, the two forces acted together to make Cohen lose his balance, Cohen was falling to the ground in a ten-twisted position。

I let go of his hand at this point, or it would have been twisted. I didn't know that he supported his body with both hands at the moment he landed, and made a diagonal kick while stabilizing his body, which I didn't expect, and quickly dodged and jumped on Cohen. I weigh 70 kilograms, and there is inertia caused by acceleration during the fall, not to mention Cohen's physical fitness, it is impossible for a normal person to hold the ground at three points to bear my weight.

Sure enough, Cohen didn't have time to dodge and was pressed to the ground by me, and at this moment the restaurant remembered the sparse applause. "Good boy, well done!" said the bare-chested clapper. "It's me who loses. Cohen said as he pulled him up, "Although the basics are not very good, you are really smart." "It's over, I'm just using my brain a little more. ”