Maybe it's because Yang Sheng and Lei Bus are too intense and the opening is too hot.

The top 10 matches were particularly intense, with almost all injuries.

There was even a group that fought until both sides broke their tendons, so that after three days, only four people made the cut.

Everyone was about to disperse, and a middle-aged man with a crooked mouth on the other side of the number gang suddenly said: "I said Song senior, anyway, almost all of the four people who are now promoted are injured, so it is better to have two more games today, which can be regarded as fair."

Three days later, the finals will be played directly, what do you say? ”

The middle-aged man who spoke was Yin Tiancheng, the leader of the number gang.

The number gang is not from the Hongmen lineage, the early identity is very messy, and the business in the community is also concentrated overseas, and it has connections with Wanwan, North America and Japan, so it can be said that it is wealthy.

Although the number of people is not large, its strength is on par with a club of the level of Heyixing.

Song Changli pondered for a while, it would save effort to do this, and only two games would save everyone another trip.

"What do the four fighters think?"

Yang Sheng nodded directly in agreement.

Although his fists were injured at this time, he had just fought to the death with Lei Gong, and his spirit was still at his peak, so he could fight again.

Several others thought the same way.

Anyway, it is impossible for everyone's injuries to heal after three days, and if you don't play a game when you don't do so, if the opponent recovers quickly, you will suffer even more after three days.

After the four agreed, Song Changli drew lots again, and Lang Sheng said: "The number gang fights against Hong Shenglian!" Please fist both sides on the field! ”

Ghost Guy Wen secretly poked Yang Sheng and said in a low voice: "Brother Sheng, it's a bit of a loss."

The number gang came to the stage and was Tam Pak Kuan, a disciple of Wong Chun Leung, one of the four kings of Wing Chun.

He injured his leg but there is still a Wing Chun method to use, you hurt your fist, is it possible to only poke your foot? ”

Yang Sheng stood up and said lightly: "Wing Chun also has a leg method, and the unstable standing pile will also affect the strength, and it is not up to anyone to suffer." ”

With that, Yang Sheng walked straight into the ring.

Tan Baikuan is a short young man, about thirty years old, a head shorter than Yang Sheng, and he looks even a little thin.

But from the thick calluses on his fist, it can be seen that the other party may have burst how many wooden stakes.

In the last game, Tan Baikuan's left leg was hit hard, and he was still limping in the ring at this time.

Yang Sheng's fists were also wrapped in gauze, and there was still a little blood oozing out, and the two of them looked extremely miserable.

Tan Baikuan smiled bitterly and said, "After watching the competition between you and Lei Gong, I really don't want to draw you."

You and I are already injured, there is no need to fight to the death, why don't you just fight at this step?

Whoever moves first loses. ”

Tan Baikuan's conditions seemed to be in his favor, because his legs were already difficult to move.

But in one step, Yang Sheng's poke can also be borrowed to hit the short, and he will not suffer.

Yang Sheng smiled and said, "Okay." ”

The two sides stood still, and Yang Sheng took the lead in whipping at each other.

can't toss and turn more than one step, Tan Baikuan has nothing to do except hard connect.

But at the moment when this foot approached, Tan Baikuan's body was extremely awkward and twisted on his side, and the whole person was like a spring, making Yang Sheng's foot slide through his shirt dangerously.

"Wing Chun Listening Bridge? What a strong perception! ”

The next moment, Tan Baikuan grabbed Yang Sheng's right leg, pinched the finger with his hand, and poked at Yang Sheng's leg socket!

But Yang Sheng's entire body suddenly reversed, and with another kick kicked Tan Baikuan's finger away, and after landing, he made a short half-step force, and the fist suddenly burst out!

Tan Baikuan folded his hands in front of him, but half of the collapse fist was too strong, and he was injured and unstable in the lower plate, and was forced to retreat half a step by this blow.

Shocked, Tan Baikuan stood still with a sheep horse under his feet, his body was like a spring, ejecting half a step, looking for a bridge and punching, and chasing at close range!

Wing Chun is the standard southern boxing technique, and what it is best at is close to the body, which is fast and fast.

But it's a pity that he is now injured in his leg and can't cooperate with the movement of his lower body, although he is fast but has lost his delicacy.

But when it comes to toughness, who can compare to Yang Sheng, who is a northern boxer?

Bajiquan! Random arrows!

Yang Sheng ignored the injuries of his fists, and his punches were like a shower, so that Tan Baikuan couldn't raise his head.

Tan Baikuan was already short in stature, and his arm span was not as good as Yang Sheng, so he couldn't be directly suppressed at this time.

And Yang Sheng unknowingly changed his fist to split, and used Zuo Kuntong's back draped routine.

There is no clear boundary between boxing.

It is definitely an exaggeration to say that one law can be used and ten thousand laws can be used, but in the end, they are all different paths to the same end.

Fighting with a grandmaster like Zuo Kun, Yang Sheng can more or less comprehend some of the essence of the back closing.

"Throw in the towel! I throw in the towel! ”

Tan Baikuan's left leg could no longer withstand this kind of pressure, and there were bursts of sharp pain.

He didn't dare to fight any longer, lest he become lame.

Yang Sheng slowly withdrew his hand, but blood was already oozing from his fist.

Tan Baikuan smiled bitterly: "What you practice is not a national technique at all, this kind of killing technique can only be used in the ring of the Dragon City Championship, if you change it to other rings, you will be punished in one round." ”

Yang Sheng said lightly: "So I won't fight in other rings."

I'm curious why you're standing here.

Disciple of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun, you should be standing in the martial arts hall at this time to teach boxing, instead of fighting people in the Dragon City Championship. ”

Tan Baikuan's strength is not weak, he is extremely superb in Wing Chun, he has won the true biography of Wong Chun Leung, and he has fought a lot of black boxing rings, has rich experience in actual combat, and is also a grandmaster-level figure.

But he had no sharp energy in him, and he had no killing intent.

When he came to power, he took a step back, and although it was beneficial to both sides, he was the first to lose momentum.

And he has a gentle temperament, and he doesn't look like a person in the club, plus his background is also decent, so it's really strange that he can fight for the number gang and fight Yang Sheng until now.

Tan Baikuan smiled bitterly: "The disciples of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun also have to eat.

My father had cancer, my son was diagnosed with congenital heart disease just after birth, and my wife was tired with me like a grandmother who was dozens of years old.

Teaching a student is only a few dozen yuan, and if I don't go to the ring to get out of the way, I can't even save the lives of my father and son!

Not everyone who learns Wing Chun can become Bruce Lee, no matter how sharp his fists are, what's the use of not even saving his family?

Fortunately, Brother Cheng was generous, I was able to score in the top four, and the money I got was enough for my father and son to see a doctor. ”

Yang Sheng was silent.

This world is, in a sense, an era of the end of the martial arts.

At this moment, those who learn boxing can still rely on their fists to fight for their lives in the ring, and they can also sell themselves to those who need them.

But decades later, kokushu has become a complete joke, with only a few clown flies buzzing there, and karate, taekwondo, etc., are all the rage.

Who is to blame for this, but it is unclear in one or two sentences, and it is not clear.

"Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I can't continue to fight.

If I continue to fight, my leg will be ruined. ”

Tan Baikuan's face was ashamed, plus a hint of nervousness.

He was really afraid that Yin Tiancheng would deduct his money, so that his father and child's lives would not be saved.

Without money, they would be sent home by the hospital the next day.

However, Yin Tiancheng didn't blame Tan Baikuan for losing.

The number gang is not an old-school club, but there are double-flower red sticks in the club, but they have no advantage over other clubs, so they invited Tan Baikuan to come as a foreign aid.

Anyway, the Dragon City Championship didn't ban foreign aid, so no one could say anything.

Therefore, Tan Baikuan can play this kind of ranking for the number gang, and Yin Tiancheng is already very satisfied.

"Don't worry, I won't lose a cent of the money I said before.

I will give you an extra 100,000 yuan in red envelopes, and change a better hospital for your father and son. ”

"Thank you, Brother Cheng!"

Tan Baikuan's face was excited.

Yin Tiancheng suddenly asked, "That Yang Sheng's strength is really so strong?" If you are injured, you can be beaten until you surrender? ”

Tan Baikuan said in a deep voice: "Very strong! His own attainments in national martial arts are already comparable to those of grandmasters, and he is proficient in both northern and southern boxing.

The most important thing is that he is extremely ruthless and ferocious, and everything he has learned seems to have been tempered for the purpose of killing, such a person is very terrifying.

But it stands to reason that it is difficult for a person with this kind of state of mind to cultivate the national art to the realm of a grandmaster, but it is really strange that he still has this kind of strength.

So in the fight to the death, I am not as good as him, and the final result will be the same as Lei Gong.

Don't say it's me, even if my master Huang Chunliang is here.

We learned boxing, but he used murder. ”

Yin Tiancheng looked at Yang Sheng and the others who left the stage early, touched his chin, and muttered: "No matter how sharp your fists are, they can't be sharp."

My gang of big circles are also murderous without blinking.

However, this guy was lame all the way, and he fooled Lei Luo into the water, which is not a simple character.

It's funny, I'd like to see if that crippled man can take this breath! ”