I saw Wang Shuai adjust the power of the shoes on his feet again to release the power, and then took out a sandbag and hung it on the horizontal bar.

"Bang!"

Experimentally, Wang Shuai slashed out a kick violently, and fifty percent of the power used in this foot was Wang Shuai's own strength, and the other fifty percent came from the shoes on his feet.

This kick is much more precise than before.

After all, this power has been accurately calculated, and after kicking this kick, Wang Shuai took a look at the consumption of strength. Compared with the two feet that Wang Shuai and Geng Jihui fought just now, the power consumed by this kick was only one-tenth of the previous one.

But the power has been three or five years old for ordinary martial arts practitioners.

It can be said that with the current speed of power release, the shoes on Wang Shuai's feet are enough for him to kick out more than a hundred powerful and threatening attacks.

Of course, if you want to do the body suspension action between Geng Jihui just now, the consumption of strength will be much greater.

"How?" Geng Jihui stepped forward and asked.

Wang Shuai said: "These shoes can indeed make up for my lack of strength, but I don't know how long I can last." ”

Not only in terms of strength, but the glasses can also calculate the shape of the attack, and then use the different power of the soles of the feet to release the direction to support Wang Shuai to make different movements.

"In that case, why not try?"

"Try?"

"That's right," Geng Jihui rubbed his fists and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since anyone has played with me, and to be honest, I'm really a little itchy." ”

"Okay." Wang Shuai was not afraid, "But let's talk about it first, it's not bad for me to hurt you." ”

"Hurt me?" Geng Jihui said with a smile, "With your current heat, you are not my opponent yet, just let the horse come." ”

"Then you're welcome."

Wang Shuai adjusted the release of power on the shoes to automatic conversion, so that every time Wang Shuai attacked, the required force would be dynamically controlled by Wang Shuai's glasses.

Flying up with a sudden kick, Wang Shuai was already attacking Geng Jihui.

Because of the special glasses that continuously provide a variety of offensive actions, Wang Shuai is like a leg martial arts master, attacking Geng Jihui one after another.

Forward split, side split, inward kick, sweep, all kinds of moves are constantly used, which makes Geng Jihui surprised.

If he hadn't known that Wang Shuai didn't know the art of fighting before, Geng Jihui would definitely think that Wang Shuai had undergone a long time of combat training.

However, Wang Shuai's attacks, because they were all used for the first time, still looked very rusty.

If Geng Jihui wanted to, he could break Wang Shuai's attack at any time. It's just that now they just want to test how long the shoes on Wang Shuai's feet can bring him a supply of strength.

Here, the "battle" between Wang Shuai and Geng Jihui is extremely hot in the eyes of outsiders, just like making a movie, the wonderful martial arts scenes, constantly seeing and dismantling moves, soon attracted other students walking on the edge of the playground.

"Huh? These two people, are they filming a TV series? ”

"What kind of TV series to film, there are just the two of them around."

"You say, are these two people the masters of a reclusive family?"

"Cut, you've read too many novels."

"Look, look, it's fighting again."

"Shall we call the police?"

"Don't meddle in your business, maybe they're just talking."

……

More and more people gathered around, and even some good deeds took out their mobile phones and recorded the fight between Wang Shuai and Geng Jihui. However, because of the light, the appearance of the two people on the screen is not clear at all.

After Wang Shuai kicked out eighty-one legs, the power stored in the shoes was finally almost consumed.

"The last move, split Huashan." Wang Shuai shouted, gathered all the remaining strength to his feet, kicked the ground with both feet, and the whole person was forced to rise one meter high, and one foot was split out from top to bottom, from a height of about three meters, straight to Geng Jihui.

This kick, as if it can really open up the world, slashed from top to bottom, Geng Jihui did not dare to slack off in the slightest. The whole person quickly lay on his side on the ground, supported the ground with both hands, and attacked the kick that Wang Shuai chopped down from the bottom up.

One from top to bottom, mixed with this sky-opening trend; The other attacked from the bottom up, showing no weakness.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the moment the feet of the two people collided, there was a huge muffled snort.

Then, Wang Shuai flew out upside down, and then fell heavily on the grass.

Obviously, Wang Shuai's seemingly powerful last kick still has no choice but to get Geng Jihui.

"Don't fight, don't fight, no strength." Wang Shuai patted the grass on his body and got up from the ground.

Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, he is still not Geng Jihui's opponent.

"A total of eighty-two feet," Geng Jihui walked in front of Wang Shuai, "plus the power you consumed before, the power provided to you by this shoe is enough for you to deal with ordinary people." ”

"Still, I can't beat you."

Geng Jihui smiled: "What? Do you really think you want to beat me with a pair of shoes? You'll have to practice a lot. Those moves you made just now are okay against ordinary people, but if you deal with real fighting masters, there are flaws everywhere. Especially when fighting to the death, every flaw you make is fatal. ”

"Don't worry, I'll practice a lot." Wang Shuai said, "After the big deal, the two of us will have more tricks." ”

"Always by side." Geng Jihui is also happy to have someone to play with him every day.

Wang Shuai walked up to Geng Jihui and said, "Brother Hui, where did you learn this skill?" No, it's really a disciple of a hidden hero, right? ”

"It's not as exaggerated as you say." Geng Jihui showed a rare smile, "It's you who are too bad." ”

"I'm low, I admit," Wang Shuai said, "but one day, I will surpass you." ”

"Oh? So confident? ”

"Brother Hui, you should have heard the words "boxer is afraid of Shaozhuang", but if you can't walk anymore, won't I be able to beat you?" Wang Shuai said jokingly.

Geng Jihui is more than ten years older than Wang Shuai, and people will always be older.

Speaking of this, Geng Jihui sighed: "No matter how powerful your fists and feet are, sometimes they are useless. ”

"Why?"

"If you're on the battlefield and your fists haven't come close to the enemy, sometimes you'll die without a place to bury." Geng Jihui said, "Now, it's not the era of cold weapons. ”

"Battlefield?" Wang Shuai smiled, "I won't go to the battlefield again, for now, fists are enough for me." Looking at Geng Jihui's appearance, Wang Shuai asked, "What, Brother Hui, have you been on the battlefield?" ”

Geng Jihui didn't answer Wang Shuai's words directly, he packed up his things, put them on his shoulder, and said, "It's not too early, you should go back and rest early." ”

Looking at Geng Jihui's departing back, Wang Shuai always felt that there seemed to be a very wonderful story hidden in Geng Jihui's body. (To be continued.) )