On the way back to Chengxin Hall, Xia Cheng hummed a song and seemed to be in a good mood. Looking at her now, she can't connect with the drunken situation a few days ago. Xu Changqing recalled the image of her drinking into a drunk cat in the tavern "Ting", hmm...... It's like two people.

"So happy to win the first game?"

"Of course, do you know what your odds are in the outside market?" Xia Cheng laughed, "Fortunately, I have confidence in you, and I bet on you to win, hum." ”

Outside markets? And this opportunity to make a fortune? Why don't you take me to play, big sister?

seemed to see through Xu Changqing's thoughts, Xia Cheng said again: "The appearance fee is one million, and the bonus for winning is two million, knowing that you like cash, I deliberately went to withdraw it." As he spoke, he threw over three stacks of Fukuzawa Yukichi.

It's only three million, and it's really someone else who eats meat and I drink soup. "How much did you earn?" He asked Xia Cheng.

"Secret," Xia Cheng blinked, "how can you say such a thing casually." ”

"In the next game, bet on the peripheral gambling market for me," Xu Changqing threw the three million back to Xia Cheng, "Take this as the principal." ”

"Yes, yes, but I definitely can't make so much money this time. If you win Sakuma too easily, the odds will drop 100%. ”

"As long as you have to earn it." Xu Changqing thought, no matter how small the snail is, it is still meat.

"Haha, then look forward to your next activity. By the way," Xia Cheng seemed to suddenly remember, "The girl you asked me to check before is called Mariko Nobuta'......"

"Got a clue?"

"Someone saw her in the high-class neighborhood over there in Fushimi. Sitting in a black Lexus ES350, the specific address is this," she handed Xu Changqing a sticky note, "It's just that it's possible to be around there, and there's no guarantee that you will be able to find it." ”

"Black Lexus ES350?" Xu Changqing asked, "What about the license plate number?" ”

Xia Cheng shook his head: "I'm sorry, the people present at the time didn't write it down." ”

Xu Changqing touched his chin and thought about it: "The approximate time when you saw that car?" ”

"This is there, I've already written it down."

Sure enough, there was a date copied on the sticky note, about seven or eight days ago in the afternoon.

Probably afraid that Xu Changqing would not be satisfied, Xia Cheng said again: "This bit of information is not worth two million." My eyeliner is still checking. Rest assured, it will definitely give you an accurate answer. ”

With the intelligence channels on Tatsuya Uesugi's side, Xu Changqing didn't care too much about Xia Cheng's efficiency. "When is the next game?" He reverted back to the topic he had started with.

"Six days later, against Hayato Okada. He's fast, his punches are vicious, you have to be careful. ”

Six days to go. A form of action instantly appeared in Xu Changqing's mind. Exercising, resting, eating, sleeping, cutting into tofu chunks for six days, each piece must be used effectively. How to deal with people who are fast? He has a general set of tactics in the pipeline, but it still needs to be tested.

In the early morning of the next day, in the huge dojo of Chengxin Hall, Xu Changqing stood alone in the center, posing with a fist fight.

He was reminiscing about some fragments of his past life. The memories of those hard practices revived in his body one by one. The spells brought by the Godhead Fragment are certainly powerful, but the Chosen One, who relies entirely on spells, is destined to be eliminated in this game. You must hone your fighting skills a thousand times, while practicing how to time the most correct spell at the last moment. Battles change quickly. Sometimes a spell that doesn't seem powerful can turn things around.

It's like fighting against Sakuma Tsuyoken. It was just a mage's hand, and he only gently pushed the supporting foot that he was about to exert his strength, and Sakuma, who had the upper hand just now, immediately fell into defeat.

He recalls a certain martial arts coach in his previous life. At that time, he had just become a Chosen One, and he didn't dare to make a big splash, so he paid for a coach, and only under the banner of being interested in fighting.

At noon that day, he went to a small building in Yokohama's Chinatown as agreed and went up to the second floor. It was a Chinese restaurant that had no longer opened. The dining table was all folded away and scrambled on the wall. The shop was empty, and a strange and old voice said, "Boy, you're late, it's not good." ”

By the window against the wall, an old man with a clear figure reclined. Although he has gray hair, he is still agile in his movements. He stepped out of the shadow of the window, his steps swift and silent. "If you want to learn boxing from me, from tomorrow, you must arrive at twelve o'clock at noon, and you can't be a minute late." He speaks a dialect of the Southwest, like the tone of the Bashu area, or it could be GZ, or YN.

"Hello, Master Gushan Long?" He asked.

"Polite words don't have to be necessary. You spend money to learn real kung fu, and that's what I teach. Gu Shanlong threw over a pair of gloves. He reached for it. The seemingly soft leather gloves were unexpectedly heavy, and they fell to the ground when they were taken off. "There's iron sand in it," said the old man, "put on your gloves, and you can practice first, and let me see your foundation." ”

The gloves were so heavy, and the leather and metal buckles alone were probably two or three pounds. Twisting it with my hand, it was neatly and densely covered with some particles, fine and hard.

According to the moves seen in the online video, Xu Changqing practiced a set of boxing. The old man shook his head again and again: "No, no, if you practice like this, sooner or later your waist training will be abolished." ”

"It's because the gloves are too heavy to move." Xu Changqing explained.

"That's how you can exercise your hands. When you can play well with gloves on, you can build a solid foundation. ”

So this monotonous punching practice lasted for about a month. A month later, Xu Changqing was finally able to accurately hit sandbags while wearing gloves. Gu Shanlong seemed to be very satisfied, but he didn't say anything, he just ordered Xu Changqing: "Come, punch me." ”

Entering the sparring practice, Gu Shanlong made a bunch of accusations: "No, the standing posture is wrong!" The area you expose to your opponent is too large, sideways! Keep your hand low, or I'll punch you in the heart!" He demonstrated how to bypass the elbow defense and hit the left armpit directly, "Five fingers into a crane's beak pile, as long as you hit it well, your heart will explode like a cauliflower, believe it or not?" ”

Xu Changqing threw a punch and asked, "My hand is too low, what should I do if the other party hits me in the face?" ”

"You can use your forehead to pick it up when the time is right," Gu Shanlong explained as he casually dismantled the move, "The bone in front of your forehead is usually harder than a fist, unless the person who hit you is wearing a finger tiger, then say something else." If the angle is right, you will have a maximum of pain, and his knuckles will definitely break. Of course, it takes guts to do that. Do you have the guts? If not, get home and find your mom as soon as possible. My Gushan Dragon taught how to beat people in a real way, and people with soft bones are not suitable to learn from me. ”

"I'm not a softie." Xu Changqing declared.