In front of Ip Man, Bruce Lee said: "Master, the school's Smith coach has asked me to join the boxing team, and I want to defeat that little boxing champion David. Kofel, won the Hong Kong Secondary School Boxing Championship! ”

"Boxing and martial arts are two different paths, you know?" Ip Man paced, interested in Bruce Lee's thoughts, and asked.

"I know, but I want to beat the British!" Bruce Lee held his head high and did not flinch at all.

"Xiaolong, I agree with your competitive spirit, I'm just worried..."

Before Ip Man finished speaking, Bruce Lee preemptively said: "If the master thinks it is inappropriate for me to participate in the boxing match, then I refuse?" ”

"No, I don't mean that, I think that participating in boxing practice is helpful for practicing martial arts, Wing Chun has always advocated winning the strengths of all families, although boxing is a Western fighting technique, but it is also practical, I just want to remind you, on the boxing ring, you must not use your feet!

Do you know, when you practice martial arts to a certain level, especially Wing Chun, when you practice to a certain level, your body's reaction is faster than the brain control, and when you are attacked, your legs and feet will involuntarily resist, and the rules no longer work at that time! ”

Bruce Lee nodded, his understanding of Wing Chun became deeper and deeper, and he could naturally understand Ip Man's words: "I will keep it in mind!" ”

"You have to practice hard, you must not delay your studies, your senior brother has a deep knowledge of boxing, you can ask him if you have any questions!"

Ip Man waved his hand, Shi Shiran was about to leave, but was stopped by Bruce Lee, "However, the little junior brother said that you defeated the British boxing king Tornado in Hong Kong back then, and if I learn from you, it will be easy to defeat the little boxing king!" ”

Ip Man paused, and he didn't know what he was muttering: "My old bones are going to be tossed and broken up by him, okay, I'll talk to you!" Your middle school students' boxing match is nothing more than a more formal game than a joke! ”

Ip Man carried his hands behind his back, and the grandmaster's bearing was fully displayed: "I can't teach you the rules of boxing, but no matter what kind of fighting techniques in the world, they are inseparable from two words, that is, attack and defense!" And what you have to do is to learn to attack and defend in one, even with the elimination of the fight, this is the realm to be achieved by Wing Chun, that is to say, there must be defense in attack, and attack at the same time as defense, this conversion speed and skill are what people who practice martial arts need to hone! ”

Li Xiaolong's head is older, "Master, why do I get more confused the more I listen?" ”

Ip Man smiled, if Bruce Lee even understood this, what else did he want him to do, and explained at the moment: "To put it simply, the power starts from the ground, the fist comes from the heart, the energy saving is energetic, the offense and defense are not an inch, and these are comprehended, with your talent, it will take a few years of hard work, but since you want to compete with foreigners, I will teach you inch boxing first, if you really understand, it is easy to defeat the little boxer!" ”

……

"How? Senior Brother Xiaolong, Master is very powerful, right? Ning An saw Bruce Lee's red face, and naturally knew that he had gained a lot from Ip Man.

"I really didn't expect the master to have such a deep understanding of boxing, and even some practical tactics of boxing have been integrated into Wing Chun, now I beat Blair is a piece of cake, and I am also confident in the little boxing champion, but the master has taught me a trick!"

"Tricks? Isn't it just an inch? ”

Ning An pursed his lips, the fighting techniques of Wing Chun boxing against Western boxing, the biggest killing move lies in the inch boxing, which can mobilize the strength of the whole body and concentrate on one point to cause the greatest lethality!

In fact, there is one thing that Bruce Lee doesn't know, inch fist is the best way to hone Ming Jin, twist the strength of the whole body into a rope, and burst out in an instant, reaching such a realm, almost no different from Ming Jin.

Looking at the elated Bruce Lee, Ning An smiled dumbly, he really didn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings, once he practiced his inch boxing perfectly, he could not only defeat the little boxing king, but also break through the Ming Jin.

"Little junior brother knows this, so what master do I need to ask? Can't you just teach me? Bruce Lee asked.

"I didn't defeat the boxing king tornado, but the master should also remind you that you must control yourself when you go into the ring.

In the words of the master, this is Wing Chun practice to a certain level, and from another point of view, this is also called the subconscious, which is an instinctive reaction, which is actually difficult to control, so you must restrain yourself when attacking..."

Bruce Lee listened to it with relish, and the master's words came out of the mouth of the little junior brother, and there was always a different harvest.

For Bruce Lee, inch fist is a stunt, but how to mobilize the strength of the whole body and explode at a very short distance, Bruce Lee has never had a clue.

In the dead of night, I always stare at the ceiling and meditate, thinking of Ip Man's punch, it was extremely strong, and the wooden board a few centimeters thick was split into several pieces in an instant, and the power was amazing!

Bruce Lee became more and more unable to sleep, and a carp stood up, facing the wooden plank under the flower pot on the balcony, showing a deep hatred.

"Waist, back, hips, knees and legs, knotted as one! Gather your thoughts together and burst out in an instant! ”

Bruce Lee muttered to himself, and the next moment his eyes were clear, his palms were across his chest, and he was concentrating on the wooden board in front of him!

"Hah!" The two-finger-thick plank shattered!

Inch fist broke out, Bruce Lee actually comprehended the essence of inch fist in a short period of time, this talent for practicing martial arts, even Ning An, can only bow down...

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"Come on, Bruce!"

After learning to box, Bruce Lee easily defeated Blair as if he was hanging, and he could represent the school to participate in the boxing competition for middle school students in Hong Kong!

But Coach Smith has always complained about Bruce Lee, he is most optimistic about Blair, although Bruce Lee defeated him, what is available is Wing Chun, in his heart, what kind of bullshit Wing Chun, how can it be compared to boxing? So Coach Smith went on the court in person, wanting to teach Bruce Lee a lesson.

"Arise, coward! I want you to attack me at once, come, come! Coach Smith roared again and again, his physical fitness is stronger than Bruce Lee, and his reaction is more flexible than Bruce Lee, so he can naturally suppress Bruce Lee.

"Are you fit to compete or do you want to practice with me?"

Bruce Lee roared, a few heavy punches came down and he was dizzy, this bastard actually hit a heavy hand, and he was dodged by him several times when he counterattacked, where is this training is obviously being abused!

"You can explain anything! Do you know? My favorite Blair was defeated by you with Wing Chun, do I have to tell others in the ring that you can win the championship with Wing Chun? Today I'm going to show you what a real boxing match is, you can use any means! ”

Coach Smith's pace is brisk, virtual and real, whether it is offense or defense, it is so confusing, a sudden heavy punch, Bruce Lee can't even dodge.

"Only Blair can beat the little boxer, but you can't, if you're still a man, don't lie there like a coward, are all the yellow people as incompetent as you? The sick man of East Asia! ”

Coach Smith constantly angered Bruce Lee, but he didn't know that the last four words had touched Bruce Lee's bottom line, what he hated most in his life was that someone called him - the sick man of East Asia!

"Give me death!"

Bruce Lee took an arrow step and received two heavy punches from Coach Smith before he came to him, his eyelids were heavy, his head was confused, and perhaps there was only one last trace of obsession in his subconscious:

He, Bruce Lee, is not the sick man of East Asia!

The bright energy flows, the whole body strength explodes, the inch fist is the medium, a punch is swung, there is an invincible momentum, and there is more ability to blow the ancient era!

Coach Smith only felt a reflection, and he was in... Fly!