Sun Tzu's Art of War: Attack above the nine heavens and defend under the nine earths.

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Zongwen stood in a standard horse step, waiting for Hercules' attack.

For Zongwen's posture, the strong man who has been swinging for several days is of course very familiar. The other day, he was able to defeat those men with his speed and strength with just a few hits. But today he didn't have the slightest chance of winning, so he asked Zongwen to stand still and punch him. But would he be stupid enough to just punch him?

Zongwen stretched out his right hand and hooked his fingers.

Hercules' lungs were about to explode, and he walked slowly over with his right leg limped. The two men looked like a giant and a child.

Hercules finally punched Zongwen in the head. Zongwen let go. But Hercules' left fist hit Zong Wen's chest, and Zong Wen's body trembled and took three or four steps back before stopping, but he also dodged Hercules' chain punches.

"Iron cloth shirt + eighteen dips! No wonder! Hu Xiaoyan sighed secretly.

The iron cloth shirt is the same foreign practice method as the golden bell jar, as long as it is practiced, it is not afraid of ordinary swords. Even the rifle cannot break through the defense after a certain distance.

And the eighteen dips of clothes are a method of transferring strength, which is somewhat like the stars in Master Jin's book. It's just that generally speaking, the eighteen falls of the clothes only transfer the strength acting on themselves to the earth or unload, but cannot be transferred to the opponent, which is not as good as the stars of the fight. But if you think that you can't do that, then you're wrong. If you want to practice this kung fu, you can rely entirely on talent rather than hard practice. After Dacheng, no matter how many people besieged him, as long as his physical strength was still there, almost no one could hurt him.

There are many ways to unload the force, but the eighteen drops are absolutely first-class. At least Sun Lutang, Li Shuwen and others won't.

"It's my turn!" As soon as Zongwen's words fell, people rushed forward.

Hercules slowed down greatly because of the damage to his right foot and neck. I can't keep up with Zongwen at all.

Zong Wenwen knew that the physical fitness of the strong man was extremely strong, so he did not attack the chest, head and other places. He was still short, and with a shake he came behind Hercules, and he once again stretched out his hands and thrust them hard into Hercules' left leg and knees. Then Zongwen retreated.

Hercules roared, shook his body and fell. He hugged his left foot and shouted loudly.

The first Eagle Claw Gong only destroyed the nerve tissue of the Hercules' right foot, while the second Eagle Claw Gong completely inserted three finger holes in the bare foot and knee of the Hercules' left foot, and completely crushed the muscles and bones of the bare foot and knee under one pinch. Hercules has been confined to a wheelchair ever since. With the medical achievements of this era, it is impossible to cure his leg.

Zongwen's martial arts are clearly the foundation of southern boxing and the ruthlessness of northern boxing. This person's martial arts may not be as good as Huo Yuanjia's, but more than 80% of the fight may be dead, and Huo Yuanjia may die. Because his iron cloth shirt and strong eagle claw skills have been completed.

"How could this man not be famous in the slightest?" All the martial arts people watching in the audience were secretly shocked.

Zong Wen said coldly: "Do you want to fight again?" ”

The interpreter went to the ring in horror to check on Hercules' injuries, and then told the Russians in the high stands.

Zong Wen looked towards the grandstand over there, his eyes like electricity. There was a commotion in the stands.

"But that's it!" Zong Wen laughed and jumped out of the ring.

But suddenly a gunshot rang out, and a Russian officer in the stands couldn't help but pull out his pistol and fired a shot. But Zongwen just shook a step forward, and then ran away as if nothing happened.

"Despicable and shameless!"

Hu Xiaoyan ignored the shouts of the angry Qing people in the audience. Instead, he pulled Angel and turned away.

"Heroes are all over the world!" Hu Xiaoyan sighed secretly. No wonder people often say that heroes come out of troubled times.

Not long after returning to the martial arts academy, Hu Xiaoyan met Sun Lutang, Li Cunyi, Cheng Tinghua and others. These people were still discussing that Zongwen's martial arts.

Liu Zhensheng came to Hu Xiaoyan's side and stretched out his right hand. In the palm of his hand is a slightly deformed bullet warhead.

"What is this?" Hu Xiaoyan asked in surprise.

Liu Zhensheng nodded.

This is the bullet from the pistol of the Russian ** officer. The shot hit Zong Wen in the back. But the firing range of the pistol is known to everyone, the effective range is 100 meters, but the optimal range is 50 meters, and the hit rate and power of more than 50 meters are not very great. But firearms are firearms after all, and ordinary people who are hit by pistol bullets at a distance of more than 50 meters still have to bleed, and if they don't do well, they lose their lives.

However, the distance from the stands to Zongwen is only about 60 meters. At this distance, even Hu Xiaoyan didn't dare to catch the bullet. But Zongwen not only caught it, but also ignored it.

"This guy's iron cloth shirt is already complete." Hu Xiaoyan suddenly thought of the wide robe that Zong Wen was wearing. The robe is wide, and there is air hidden in it, and the master can basically ignore the sword and gun when wearing such a robe. Because the bulging robe is very soft, it can effectively slow down the penetration of bullets. With their own defensive skills, ordinary people's bows and arrows can't shoot through this robe at all.

Everyone knows this truth, but there are very few who can really do it, at least Hu Xiaoyan can't do it.

"Whose master is he?"

"I don't know, and a few masters can't guess. The Mighty Eagle's Claw Gate seems to have fallen a long time ago. Liu Zhensheng shook his head.

Declined. Many martial arts have disappeared in the long river of history after firearms entered the Central Plains. Mighty Eagle Claw is just one of them. For example, iron sand palms, such as eagle claw gong. These kung fu are very difficult to practice, and they also require a high level of physical fitness from the apprentice. In addition, it is necessary to practice a defensive kung fu, such as an iron cloth shirt such as a golden bell jar. It takes more than ten years to practice each martial art. That is to say, those who practice these foreign kung fu really want to practice a famous hall, and they can't do it without 20 years of hard work. Twenty years! How many twenty years are there in life? How many people are willing to spend twenty years practicing a kung fu that they will not use at all in the future? No matter how high the kung fu is, a pistol bullet (within fifty meters) will solve it. This is the sadness of Kung Fu.

After discussing with these masters, I didn't get any effective clues. And a master like Zongwen, if he wants to escape, there are really few people who can catch him.

After learning boxing in the martial arts academy for a while, Hu Xiaoyan took Angel home.

Back home, Zheng Jun and Tao Chengzhang have been waiting for a long time.

"Your Excellency!"

"How's the preparations, two?"

"My lord, the Internal Affairs Investigation Division has found 800 foreigners and Japanese who are willing to join our department. Currently training. It will take at least another year before it can be put into service. Zheng Jun bowed and replied.

"My lord, S.H.I.E.L.D. has contacted 3,000 people, but less than 300 of them are willing to be used by me, and 80 of them are Japanese. These people are all unruly, and even after training, the possibility of defection in the future is still too high. Tao Chengzhang smiled bitterly.

Hu Xiaoyan understands that because the Qing State in this era is a barbarian in the eyes of Westerners, there is no difference between the Qing people and the Indians. Later generations of the United States claimed to be democratic, but there were still games such as killing the Indians that were popular in the market. And every shooting and robbery, if you look carefully, you will find that a large part of these cases are aimed at Chinese Americans.

It is too difficult to get Westerners who claim to be civilized to use a yellow world like the Qing Kingdom. Only those Westerners who cannot survive in their own countries, or who are impoverished, have the possibility of being recovered. And such a person is only for the money, and you have no idea at what time he will betray you. These people are simply not trustworthy.

"I will form a mercenary group, and these spies will join this mercenary group when the time comes." Hu Xiaoyan groaned and had to give them a trick.

"Then they were disbanded, and when they returned home, they were like a drop of water in the sea. There will be neither suspicion nor betrayal for no reason. Zheng Jun smiled and nodded.

Tao Chengzhang was a little dazed. Hu Xiaoyan was very disappointed, there was no way, Lao Tao had never engaged in such advanced espionage activities in his past and present lives.

"The Internal Investigation Division is now focusing on Ma'anshan, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Northeast China."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current focus is on North Korea, Japan, Germany. In Korea, all favorable supplies and munitions were provided to the local guerrillas, while Japan mainly studied their scientific and technological development and the development of the army, including the army and navy. Germany, on the other hand, is mainly looking for poor scientists. ”

Not every scientist can get enough research funds, and Nicholas of the University of London in the United Kingdom is a lesson from the past, his research cost too much money and could not find an investment target, so he had to declare bankruptcy and was finally recruited by Hu Xiaoyan to Ma'anshan.

"On the British side, Liu Min is here. He will be returning home at the end of the year. You also have to be prepared. ”

After talking to Zheng Jun and Tao Chengzhang in detail, Hu Xiaoyan returned upstairs, opened the window of the study, and he actually saw Angel talking happily with an oriental beauty by the small lake downstairs.

"Who is this woman," Hu Xiaoyan asked Yan Zhuzhu strangely.