Chapter 227: Justifying Traditional Martial Arts
"Hong Feifan is enough!" Long Zhuoyao couldn't help but say to Hong Feifan, "You can't beat everyone, as a manly husband, you can't beat women casually." ”
"Didn't she just say to your son that I beat her?" Hong Feifan glanced at Long Zhuoyao and said coldly, "I'm fulfilling her wish now!"
After a pause, he then said: "What about women? Whoever provokes me, even if she is the king of heaven, I dare to fight!"
The corners of Long Zhuoyao's mouth moved, wanting to refute, but he didn't know how to refute. If you think about it, that woman is also quite underwhelming.
"Who wants to make a move, let's all come together!" Hong Feifan glanced at the people present, and his words were as cold as ice.
At this time, no one dared to come forward again. Those who had gathered at the door dispersed in fear. They don't want to get into trouble.
Hong Feifan's eyes fell on the middle-aged man surnamed Ye and Chen, and then raised his voice and said: "Originally, I only wanted Lu Ge to be punished, but I didn't expect that Lu Dao would send his people to take my life, I might as well tell you that the Lu family father and son are already my enemies." Even if you don't tell me where they're hiding, I can find them. ”
"Before, I only regarded the Lu family father and son as enemies, but because of you, from now on, I will treat the entire Lu group as enemies. I'll leave it here, if I don't sink your Lu Group, I won't be called Hong Feifan. ”
The middle-aged man surnamed Ye frowned, and his face changed.
The middle-aged man surnamed Chen no longer covered his face with his hands, but his face was swollen, and he couldn't see what his expression was, but his eyes were complicated.
The middle-aged woman surnamed Ye covered her face and was still crying.
Long Zhuoyao couldn't help but change his face when he heard Hong Feifan's words.
Judging from the contact during this time, what Hong Feifan said was not simply talking, but doing what he said.
Hong Feifan said these words directly to them, clearly declaring war on the entire Lu group.
Hong Feifan's gaze moved to a vase of flowers placed in the corner, and said coldly: "Lu Dao, I know that you are secretly monitoring me, I advise you, it is best to take the initiative to come to me and sincerely apologize for what you have done to me, maybe I will spare you." If you don't show up to come to me before nightfall today, you'll do it at your own risk!"
The miniature camera hidden in the flowers had already been discovered by Hong Feifan and Long Zhuoyao.
No one present dared to speak out, and no one dared to provoke Hong Feifan at this time.
Hong Feifan glanced at the three shareholders coldly, then raised his feet and walked towards the door.
Seeing this, Long Zhuoyao hurriedly chased after him.
The middle-aged man surnamed Ye no longer called Hong Feifan.
"I almost forgot one thing. When he walked to the door, Hong Feifan seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped.
He turned and walked towards Nairo.
Naro leaned against the wall and sat on the ground. The expression is painful, and the eyes are blank. The face was swollen to the point of not being human, and there was blood from the nose and mouth.
The middle-aged woman, surnamed Qiu, was so concerned with her pain that she forgot to wipe away the blood for her son and called an ambulance.
She saw Hong Feifan walking towards Naluo, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, and hurriedly stopped in front of Nailuo, for fear that Hong Feifan would hurt her son again.
The old cow has the love of licking calves, not to mention that she is human. 's natural maternal love made her protect her son regardless of danger.
"You...... What do you want to do?" said the middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu in fear.
She was scared, but she didn't hold back.
Hong Feifan ignored her and said to Na Luo: "I have watched your fighting matches, and in the course of many fights, you have dealt very hard against opponents whose fighting skills are not as good as yours, and many people have been crippled by you. Although your fists and feet have no eyes, you don't need to be so heavy, aren't you afraid that one day you will be crippled like that?"
Nai Luo looked at Hong Feifan painfully and weakly, and he didn't dare to snort.
The middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu still opened her arms and made a gesture to stop Hong Feifan.
"I've also seen your previous video on the Internet satirizing traditional Chinese martial arts, saying that traditional Chinese martial arts are all showy and have no practical effect, blowing modern European and American martial arts into the sky. Hong Feifan continued.
"In your own fighting techniques, it is clearly a combination of traditional Chinese fighting techniques, but you don't know it, and you are ashamed to look down on all traditional Chinese martial arts. Just because after you defeated a liar who swaggered and deceived in the name of traditional Chinese martial arts, you thought that you had really defeated the real traditional Chinese martial arts, and it was really his sister's arrogance!"
"To tell you the truth, in the process of dodging your boxing just now, I also integrated some moves of traditional Chinese martial arts, and the punches that hit you were used in the traditional Chinese boxing technique Bajiquan. You, a person who claims to be superior to other martial arts in Western and Oriental boxing, have not been defeated by me with traditional Chinese boxing?"
Hong Feifan looked at Nailuo, his eyes full of disdain.
Long Zhuoyao, who was behind him, heard Hong Feifan's words to justify the name of Chinese martial arts, and his heart inexplicably swelled with admiration for him.
Hong Feifan paused for a moment, and then said: "In the inheritance of traditional Chinese martial arts, there are indeed many deficiencies. The real martial arts have been inherited so far, and a lot of essence has been lost, because the real martial arts are to be taught orally, not to practice a few racks and routines to become a martial arts master.
Those masters who cheat money in the name of traditional martial arts are hateful, but they must not be denied because of this, because they don't understand traditional martial arts at all.
As a son and daughter of China, and as a person who practices martial arts, you don't carefully study traditional Chinese martial arts, but because of a few so-called masters who cheat money in traditional martial arts, you don't know how to write the word shame?
Western boxing and Oriental boxing have their strengths, but they also have their weaknesses. In the same way, our Chinese martial arts have their shortcomings, but they also have their strengths.
It's not so easy for a short-sighted person like you to become a champion-level fighting master. ”
Hong Feifan said so much in one breath, which made Naluo, whose face was as earthy as the color of the earth, very uncomfortable.
Hong Feifan's words were reasonable, and even the middle-aged man surnamed Ye and the middle-aged man surnamed Chen who didn't like him couldn't help but look at him affirmatively.
As for Long Zhuoyao, he couldn't help but give Hong Feifan a thumbs up.
"You may think that traditional Chinese martial arts can't get into the ring, then you are wrong, take Bajiquan as an example, Bajiquan is a trick to rely on, how many years of practice can be achieved in a small way, and you will either die or be injured if you rely on it. In these years, it is illegal to beat people to death. And the ring has a fixed game format, rules and regulations, and spectacle. Even the modern martial arts you practice are nothing more than a fight in the ring. If you meet someone who fights on the black market, you'll be knocked out right away. Because they are 'unrestricted fighting', unlike competition style fighting in the ring, there are rules and restrictions.
The level of those who have truly mastered traditional Chinese martial arts is indeed very high, and those boxing champions, Muay Thai champions, and fighting champions are estimated to be killed in a few minutes when they face them!" Hong Feifan added.
(End of chapter)