As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and the old students of the martial arts club are right to beat each other, but unfortunately the gap in their strength is not yet big enough to a degree. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info None of the national arts of a country are ordinary, they all have their merits, even if our kung fu is varied, the mystery is endless, and we can restrain each other, but the consumption of physical strength is also no way.

In the face of several times the number of people we have, most of the new students will lose or win miserably. This heavy burden naturally fell on the old students, but how many old students are there?

There are many people who practice martial arts, but there are still a few who can practice martial arts for a long time, practice well, and practice well. With these twenty old students, they can fight several times their opponents, even if they are novices from the other side, they can't stand the war of attrition and wheel warfare with him.

As time passed, the old students of the martial arts club gradually fell behind. Just after the elite of a martial arts club fell, Hou Xiaohou stood up.

The martial arts club has now reached the point where no one is available. The new members are all injured, and forcing the fight will only make the injuries more serious, and even leave sequelae. The old members were also blue and purple, and their hands and feet were tired and sore, and they were trembling.

In the entire martial arts club, there is only Hou Xiaohou in combat power at present.

"Hahaha! President Hou, there is no one available in your martial arts club, do you want to take action in person? Seeing Hou Xiaohou standing in the middle of the field, facing them, with a fighting posture, someone smiled.

Hou Xiaohou's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were firm, and his voice was sonorous, "To deal with you, I alone is enough." ”

What a big breath!

"Humph! President Hou is really arrogant, I really don't know whether to say that you have courage or that you are arrogant. Most of our three clubs still haven't made a move, do you think you can win against everyone, including a few presidents, on your own? The president of judo said with a cold snort.

Hou Xiaohou glanced at it disdainfully, and said in a deep voice, "Don't talk nonsense, let's fight." ”

"Good! Since you are looking for death, let you die, and you go up. The judo president narrowed his eyes, and then let a young man with a lot of energy next to him fight.

The young man is more than one meter eight tall, his figure is very well-proportioned, there are no exaggerated muscle masses, and he is not very thin. Compared with judo, which is known for its flexibility, his figure is actually very suitable, but he is a little taller and does not meet the short and concise body standards of judo.

The elite young man stood up, looked at Hou Xiaohou, who was a head lower than himself, looked contemptuous, and said sarcastically, "Little baby, let's go back to drink milk, don't participate in adult games, it's very dangerous." ”

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed and laughed mercilessly, and everyone in the martial arts club was indignant, Hou Xiaohou was their acting president, and the president Zhao Xiaolong would definitely take over as president after graduation, and the other party laughed at him as if he were laughing at them. One by one, they were also angry, eager to go up and fight with them.

In the face of the ridicule of hundreds of people on the opposite side, and the ruthless sarcasm of the young man, Hou Xiaohou's face was calm, not showing joy and sadness, but composing a poem: "The world laughs at me for being short and short, and I laugh at the world's right and wrong; Hanging upside down without ink, what about a foot tall. ”

This means that you all laugh at me for being short, but I say that you are unexpected, and you are too talkative. Even if you are hung upside down, there is no ink, no ability, even if you are each high, what's the use?

Everyone is a college student, and this poem is also improvised and easy to understand. The others are okay, but the tall man on the other side is pale, after all, this poem is obviously aimed at him.

"Humph! There are still a lot of flowers, I want to see if your fists and feet are as powerful as your mouth! The sturdy young man snorted coldly, and walked in front of him with a few steps of long legs, thinking about how to make a move, to embarrass this little man, and let him know that he was powerful.

The other party is menacing, condescending, and looks like he is being manipulated at will.

However, Hou Xiaohou, the acting president, was in vain? All this prestige is brushed out? With a height of just over one meter six, he can stand in this position by beating the crowd, relying not only on how much strength and culture he has, but also on absolute combat effectiveness if he wants to subdue these reckless men, after all, martial artists admire martial artists the most.

"Since you're learning judo, then I'll let you try Chinese judo." Hou Xiaohou whispered and then shot.

Facing the opponent's fan-like big hand, Hou Xiaohou chose a close-fitting short fight, directly avoiding the opponent's hands, breaking into the opponent's defense line from the middle, bending the four fingers of his right hand, and slapping the palm heavily on the opponent's lower abdomen dantian.

The fierce young man who was about to knead the other party at will, but when he made another move, he suddenly found that Hou Xiaohou had disappeared from his sight. Then he felt a pain in his lower abdomen, and he wanted to protect it, but because his arms and legs were too long and the force point was too long, he was often hit back by the other party's quick palm or kick as soon as his hands and feet were raised.

The judo of the elite young man is based on his unique skills, which is based on the characteristics of his long hands and feet, relying on large movements to make the opponent defenseless, and to expand the limit of the attack range. However, in the face of Hou Xiaohou's close-fitting short fight, his long hands and feet became a fatal weakness, and he had a feeling that he couldn't use his strength, and he was completely restrained.

"Bang bang!"

With one punch and one palm, from a variety of different angles, he hit the past trickily, and easily opened the hands and feet of the tough young man, so that the opponent could only be beaten passively.

"Look, this is Baguazhang."

Hou Xiao Monkey whispered, and then his movements accelerated, and his attack speed was faster and more frequent. The sound of thumping is like setting off firecrackers, and the sound is endless. From the palm of his hand to his wrist, there are almost only afterimages, which makes it difficult to see.

Baguazhang, which is known for its speed, is practiced by inches, a master can play more than a dozen palms in a second, even if the power is lacking, but in the face of high-frequency attacks, even hard qigong can't stand it, let alone a tough young man who trains softness. Their judo is a killer weapon, and the flexibility that they are proud of has become a fatal flaw that kills them.

"Bang bang bang! ・・・・・・”

With a high-speed attack, Hou Xiaohou's hands will be like a motor, like a high-speed machine, ruthlessly destroying and tearing the opponent apart.

"Bang!"

The sturdy young man fell down heavily, slammed the floor with a muffled sound, and fell to the ground in a large shape, his eyes wide open, unconscious, his mouth wide open, and he kept retching, but he couldn't vomit anything.

I saw that he was dressed in white clothes, and there was obviously a slightly large fold at the mouth of the bowl on his abdomen, which was very wrinkled, as if a ball of paper had been kneaded for a long time.

(To be continued.) )