Chapter 202: Injuries (2)

"Up." The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers, Mo Xiaosheng naturally understands this truth.

He hit the left cheek of the strong man in front of him with a right hook, and the strong man screamed and fell to the ground two or three steps away, fainting and motionless.

Mo Xiaosheng knocked down the strong man in front of him with one punch, and a flying foot ran towards the hob meat.

Hob Meat was taken aback, took a step back, and dodged Mo Xiaosheng's attack. He didn't expect Mo Xiaosheng to say that he would fight, and he would shoot fiercely and viciously.

After being beaten by Mo Xiaosheng yesterday, he returned to the prison and recalled Mo Xiaosheng's tricks many times, hoping to find a trick to crack Mo Xiaosheng's attack.

Mo Xiaosheng's offensive tactics were very simple, very fast, and very ruthless, and he couldn't see the slightest showmanship, nor his sect. It is very different from the martial arts he practiced, he has practiced martial arts for many years, and with a pair of iron fists, he has also defeated many heroes in the rivers and lakes. But in Mo Xiaosheng's seemingly simple tricks, he couldn't get any benefits.

How did he know that Mo Xiaosheng used Sanda, which purified the essence of martial arts, simplified the complex, eliminated some fancy tricks that were not useful, and paid attention to stability, accuracy, and ruthlessness, and defeated the enemy with one move.

China is a country of etiquette, and martial arts naturally inherited this ancestral teaching, although every move and style of martial arts are extremely lethal, but it is not like sanda, which recruits people to the vital point, and is more in the case of subduing the opponent without harming the other party.

In addition, traditional Chinese martial arts, which are intended to strengthen the body and self-defense, also focus on the spectacle of performances, rather than bullying the weak, and focus too much on the skills of killing and injuring opponents, which makes martial arts greatly less lethal.

But then again, Chinese martial arts can be inherited for thousands of years, and naturally it has its own uniqueness, or it will not be recognized as kung fu by the world.

A person who learns martial arts is compared to a person who learns Chinese kung fu. Within a year, someone who learns martial arts may have risen to prominence and become a martial arts master.

However, a person who learns martial arts, in a year's time, may not have touched the door of the martial arts hall, and is still a layman.

Twenty years from now, the person who practices martial arts may have been replaced by a newcomer, and all the aura of honor will be eclipsed, and he may not be remembered.

And those who practice martial arts may have become a generation of grandmasters, and they have their own demeanor between gestures. The person who practices martial arts at this time, no matter how strong he was back then, maybe- haha.

"Up." Being attacked continuously by Mo Xiaosheng, the hob meat that had no power to fight back, did not rampage like yesterday, he became very cautious and refused to make rash moves.

He had already made careful arrangements last night, otherwise he would not have dared to rashly provoke. He arranged for six strong men to attack Mo Xiaosheng at the same time, he never believed that Mo Xiaosheng's three heads and six arms could deal with the full attack of so many people at the same time.

Even if Mo Xiaosheng was strong and defeated his six helpers, he still had a back hand, although his back hand did not intend to kill Mo Xiaosheng. But it is still necessary to leave a mark for Mo Xiaosheng and make Mo Xiaosheng suffer for the rest of his life.

The seven strong men who surrounded Mo Xiaosheng and Feng Han, one of them was stunned by Mo Xiaosheng, the other was so frightened that he trembled and stood still, and the other five howled and pounced on Mo Xiaosheng like hungry wolves.

On Mo Xiaosheng's side, Feng Han had injuries to his chest and left hand, and this kind of desperate work was more than enough but not enough.

Xu Zidao is an old man, who has come to a catastrophe, and still shouts pedanticly: "Lang Lang Qiankun, you are fighting with open fire, bullying the widows with the public, where is the reason of heaven?" ”

Hu Zi smiled: "Brothers, I'm an outsider, let's ask for more blessings." "Get out of the way.

One and a half against six, (Feng Han's injuries can only be counted as half) There is a huge difference in the strength of the enemy and us, and the situation is obviously unfavorable to Mo Xiaosheng's side.

There is no turning back when he opens the bow, and all Mo Xiaosheng can do now is die. He roared and met the enemy with all his might. The left jab broke the bridge of a strong man's nose, and in the crisp sound of bone cracking, the strong man screamed, his eyes were misty, his nose bleeded, and he lost his ability to attack.

The right whip punch hit the left carotid artery of another strong man, and the strong man's brain was deprived of oxygen, like a half-cut stake, and it collapsed with a bang.

Mo Xiaosheng knocked down two people in a row, and he himself was not easy to suffer. Two punches and a kick in the back, a palm in the left cheek, teeth dancing in the sockets, blood gushing from the corners of the mouth.

"Stand down!" Hob Meat suddenly shouted.

The three strong men who attacked Mo Xiaosheng quickly withdrew from the battle and retreated to a position that Mo Xiaosheng could not attack.

Hob Meat shouted to stop his thugs, but he was not kind enough to relieve Mo Xiaosheng, he had other plans. He was the eldest brother of these people, and he couldn't let his little brother be wiped out.

His kindness is based on his certainty that he will defeat Mo Xiaosheng. Yesterday, he blindly rushed and crashed, and he was defeated by the enemy, which made him very unwilling.

Last night, he made a one-night tactical arrangement for today's battle and Mo Xiaosheng's style of play, and today he studied Mo Xiaosheng's shortcomings on the spot. He suddenly found that Mo Xiaosheng's playing style was very ordinary, and he had no skills at all, but with his enthusiasm, he dared to fight and rush, and he used the ruthlessness of losing both sides and ending up together.

The battle came and went quickly, and Feng Han ended before he could participate in the battle, which made Feng Han a little disappointed. Although he knew very well that even if he was not injured, he might not be able to help Mo Xiaosheng, but he finally helped. But I didn't even have a chance to make a move, what was going on?

"Hob meat, what do you want?" Before he could do anything, he had to keep up, Feng Han grabbed Mo Xiaosheng's side and stared at him.

"It's none of your business, Lao Tzu wants to fight with him alone." The hob meat didn't look at Feng Han, and pointed at Mo Xiaosheng with his right hand: "You fought with me if you had a kind, and if you didn't have a seed, you got under my crotch and admitted that you were a turtle grandson." ”

"You bastard." Feng Han roared.

"Get out of the way." Mo Xiaosheng wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and beckoned to the hob meat: "Come on, let's see who is the turtle son?" ”

"Okay, today is either a dead fish or a broken net." The hob meat left foot in front, a virtual step to pull away the stance.

Mo Xiaosheng's left fist is in front, his right fist is behind, half standing in front of his chest, his legs are slightly bent, and it is a trick of Sanda at a glance.

"It's all arranged, right?" The warden stood at the door of the office on the second floor, and asked the guards beside him gloomily.

"Don't worry, warden, I've already explained to the hob meat, and I've told my brothers, so you can see." The caretaker smiled flatteringly.

The warden nodded: "A stinky prisoner, shouting on my territory, deserves his bad luck." ”

"That's, that's." The guard nodded: "No matter how powerful Tanino Dazuo is, he is just a passerby, you are the king here, the prisoner here, whoever you want to die, it is like crushing an ant to death." ”