The next day's training was the same as yesterday, except that Chen Mo was slightly more proficient than yesterday.

Another week passed, and Guikong replaced the golf club in Chen Mo's hand with a ring dart.

In the third week, he was asked to train for a ring dart at the entrance of the residential unit.

Although the public security police, fire police, and environmental sanitation department employees are personally catching virus birds every day, and also send bird catching aircraft and bird catching helicopters, the number of virus birds is too much, and after nearly two months of capture, the phenomenon of virus birds spreading in the city has not changed much.

When Chen Mo stood at the door of the unit building, training on the ring dart, his nervousness can be imagined.

"You practice with peace of mind, Xiaowei will protect you behind you with a high-fidelity shotgun." Guikong felt the uneasiness from Chen Mo and comforted him.

"Do I need it? Besides, it's daytime, and I don't have black scarves on my eyes! Chen Mo was a little tired of being taken care of by an AI.

After all, I am in my twenties, after all, I have been practicing for so long, and my strength, speed, agility, and reflexes have been greatly improved.

"Are you sure you don't need to?" As soon as Guikong's words fell, dozens of black and white mixed virus birds swooped down on Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's eyes were quick, and he kept taking out miniature loop darts from his trouser pocket, and threw them accurately at the virus birds that pounced on him one by one, and the birds kept falling in front of him.

Today, his mechanical right hand is as flexible as his left hand, and even almost as good as his former right hand.

Through Chen Mo's eyes, Guikong saw his current performance, and his heart was amazed.

"It seems that Dr. Ouyang's vision is really good, Chen Mo is indeed a rare kung fu genius..."Guikong thought secretly.

Gradually, the virus birds in front of Chen Mo piled up into a small mountain.

The last bird fell.

Chen Mo breathed a long sigh of relief and tried to relieve his nervous state of mind.

Ten seconds after he had just soothed, another wave of birds noticed his presence.

There are about two hundred in this wave, Chen Mo saw it at first glance, subconsciously retreated a few steps back, his heart was faintly shocked, his expression was a little stunned, after a moment, he took a deep breath, and then regained his composure.

His hand was quickly filled with miniature ring darts, and his hands kept waving, and one dart after another kept shooting into the birds. The virus birds did not have any fear because the birds in front of them were shot down, but became more and more crazy.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, he began to shoot in rapid bursts of ten.

Soon, the Virus Bird's offensive was suppressed, and the large black shadows that had previously surrounded him were now only a few left.

Suddenly, everything is quiet.

Chen Mo trained for another hour before returning home.

After ten days of actual combat ring dart training, in addition to the regular training, at night, Guikong added new skill training for Chen Mo.

"I used your money to speculate in stocks again, and I made a small profit and bought you this set of training subjects created by virtual reality technology. If you are attacked in a virtual environment, the corresponding part of your body will trigger pain. Of course, it's not your body that is actually hurt, it's the stress pain that your brain creates, get it? Guikong explained seriously.

Here, Xiaowei put on a complicated induction coat for Chen Mo and put on a sensing helmet for him.

Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes half expectantly and half puzzled, Chen Mo found himself standing at the crossroads of Hong Kong streets in the 70s of the 20th century, bustling with pedestrians on the streets, endless streams of traffic.

He slowly looked up, and the dark yellow plaque of a shop opposite was engraved with three traditional characters: Jingwumen.

Chen Mo slowly approached very curiously, the simple main entrance didn't seem to be unusual, it was a pair of ordinary glass doors with traces of history. He stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the main entrance, and found that there was a passage connected to the main entrance, and the passage was lined with various weapons. Chen Mo walked in curiously, and there was a faint sound of hitting the wooden stake.

The more he walked towards the end of the passage, the louder the striking became. When he came to the end of the passage, Chen Mo found that in the corner of the wall on his right, there was a short-haired man wearing a national art uniform, who was hitting a wooden stake.

The man seemed to have a very sensitive ear, and suddenly he sensed that an outsider was coming in, and he glanced back.

"What... Bruce lee? Chen Mo secretly exclaimed that he was originally in Bruce Lee's Jingwu Sect.

Bruce Lee then struck the wooden stake a few times before stopping what he was doing. From a nearby chair, he picked up a white towel and began to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"You're here to learn Jeet Kune Do?" Bruce Lee looked at Chen Mo and asked.

"I am..."Bruce Lee has always been his idol, Chen Mo was a little carried away, and his breath was short.

"I don't take it from everyone..."Bruce Lee put down the towel, picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said warmly.

Chen Mo was a little confused, what does this mean, is it rejecting me?

"I only accept qualifications, if it's a piece of rotten wood, do you think it's necessary to carve it?" Bruce Lee stared at his furrowed brows and asked rhetorically.

Chen Mo's slightly invisible chin asked, "How can I prove that I don't have this qualification?" ”

"It's very simple, I punch, you block, don't fall to the ground within three moves, stay. Otherwise, go out and don't send it. Although Bruce Lee's voice was not loud, the arrogance in it was full.

When Chen Mo heard this, he thought that this was indeed Bruce Lee's style.

"Okay." After a short hesitation, Chen Mo simply agreed.

"Please." Bruce Lee turned around and walked to the center of the wooden floor, his hands crossed behind him, his expression was very indifferent, but his eyes were full of confidence.

Chen Mo saw his idol and was ready to fight, his heart suddenly went up and down, he took a deep breath, trying his best to hide his nervousness, even so, the corners of his mouth were still trembling invisibly.

Chen Mo hugged his fists, looked at Bruce Lee, who was a few centimeters shorter than himself, and said respectfully: Please advise. ”

As soon as Chen Mo's words fell, he only felt a gust of fist wind coming straight towards his face, the speed of the fist and the strength of the fist made him almost defenseless, and even had room to fight back.

Bruce Lee's fist hovered right over his temple, and Chen Mo instinctively took a few steps back.

"Two punches left." The other party said lightly, and withdrew his hand behind his back.

Chen Mo took another deep breath to hide his nervousness and embarrassment.

"I'm also a reserve police officer, and I've been training for more than two months in terms of fitness, speed, and agility, so how can I be disrupted so easily? No, I'm going to muster up the courage to take his remaining two moves. Chen Mo thought.

Suddenly, another swift fist wind struck, this time not facing the door, but straight to his chest.

Chen Mo's chest instinctively contracted slightly, and at the same time, his left palm rushed out, and his palm was facing the fist on the side.

Due to the strong force of the opponent's punch, although he blocked with his palm, he was still ejected more than a meter away, but fortunately, his legs moved quickly and did not let himself fall to the ground.

"Left fist?" Bruce Lee was a little surprised, but his expression was still very indifferent, "There is still one last punch left." ”

Chen Mo returned to the position of the battle, raising the vigilance of his whole body to the peak, like a bow ready to shoot.

After two breaths, the wind came straight to his temple.

"What, leg method?" Chen Mo was a little surprised, "Didn't you say three punches?" ”

Just when Chen Mo hurriedly threw out his left and right palms, trying to help the opponent's side kick, the opponent's right foot immediately stopped in the air.

And the next moment, a punch that broke through the air hit his right cheek again. However, it was too late, and the opponent's left fist had already hovered over his face.

"It's not bad, it's not a rotten wood, and you can still take the next punch..."Bruce Lee looked at Chen Mo with an approving gaze, "Say, what do you want to learn when you come here?" ”

When Chen Mo heard this, he finally understood that Guikong let himself come here, not to challenge Bruce Lee, but to let himself learn kung fu from him.

"Jeet Kune Do..."Chen Mo plucked up his courage and said.

"You want to learn Jeet Kune Do?"

"Hmm..."Chen Mo nodded heavily.

“... Jeet Kune Do? Bruce Lee paused and continued: "Jeet Kune Do does not have one move or one style, it is just a concept. ”

Chen Mo has some of his own understanding of Jeet Kune Do, knowing that Jeet Kune Do is a kind of actual combat fighting concept of "last strike first system", not paying attention to his own moves, but using his own "fast, accurate, and ruthless" to quickly make the opponent lose the ability to fight back.

"If you really want to learn, come at this time of day..."After saying this, Bruce Lee turned around, walked to the chair, and picked up the tea cup.