Most bullies enjoy not the violence itself, but the control of the situation and the fear expressed by others.

The same goes for Hong An.

It's just that Hong Fan's composure today makes him have no fun at all.

Confirming that the instructor was correcting his movements in the distance of the martial arts training ground, Hong Anxin's arrogance swelled.

He didn't even put a defensive stance in his partner, and the next step was a punch.

Hong Fan frames an arm block.

But Hong An couldn't stop with a blow, and twisted his waist to punch and attack.

This time, Hong Fan slid backwards and dodged.

"You've violated the law again, and you're not allowed to hit combos."

Hong Fan sighed and said.

These childish tricks really made him boring.

"What, you're scared and want to complain to Jiaoxi?"

Hong An just asked rhetorically.

He was full of hope that he would get the same silence as before.

But the reality was not what he expected.

I saw Hong Fan take a step forward, and while moving his wrist, he looked directly into Hong An's eyes and asked softly.

"Don't you think it's boring to play around like this?"

"I ......"

Hong An was stunned.

Then, Hong Fan's next sentence forced his ears again.

"How about you and I just let go of our hands and feet and fight?"

This time, not only Hong An, but even the several groups of people practicing around felt that they had heard it wrong.

In addition to Hong Fan, who is good-for-nothing in appearance, he also dares to take the initiative to invite the battle?!

Under everyone's gaze, how could the three-room sister-in-law retreat in front of the concubine.

"Come on!"

Hong An blushed and replied.

There is no such extravagant thing as refereeing rules.

The two of them took a stance and touched each other's fists to start.

Annoyed, Hong An took the lead in attacking, crossed steps to close the distance, and came up with a high leg sweep.

This blow is obviously in harmony, and it can be described as a strong sinking.

But in Hong Fan's view, the flaws are too big.

Stacking his arms sideways, he took the kick and then spun a low whip to the inside of his rival's only support leg as he used his strength to run out.

A proud defensive counterattack skill from a bald head in K1 in his previous life.

Hong An staggered after being hit, and there was a hot pain in his inner thigh.

What made it even more difficult for him was the clear sound of striking to attract more attention.

At this time, almost all the children in the clan had stopped practicing and focused on the duel between the two.

Under the sight of various meanings, Hong An became more and more up, eager to regain face.

He slid forward, feints with a jab in his hand, and the real kill falls on the mid-side kick that follows.

But these tricks seem ridiculously crude to Hong Fan, who has been practicing MMA for many years.

After a low hand block, Hong Fan slashed again, seizing the opportunity of Hong An's leg drop and bombarding the outside of his knee that was unstable and undefensible.

The pain pierces the heart in an instant.

Glancing at the skin that had been hit to the point of red and purple, as well as Hong Fan's indifferent eyes, Hong An finally realized that the technical gap between the two sides was ridiculously large.

This seriously frustrated Hong'an's fighting spirit.

He barely held his stand, took a few steps back, and did not dare to take the initiative to attack.

In the field, all kinds of discussions came and went.

"Hong Fan, is this a serious illness and has gone out?"

"Hong An is not an opponent at all!"

"Good guy, Brother Fan'er is too fierce to break and stand up; Should I also find a chance to get sick......

All kinds of comments came into his ears, and Hong An's face became more and more pale and changeable.

But as soon as his courage was lost, he felt that it was difficult to even move his feet.

"That's it?"

Hong Fan sneered in a low voice, spread his hands, and took the initiative to press forward for the first time.

One step, two steps......

In Hong An's view, these few steps are stepping on his face, crushing the face accumulated on weekdays little by little.

"Woo!"

The young man, who had been psychologically cornered, finally lost control, let out a howl of fear or anger, and threw his fist forward.

Hong Fan's response can be described as a leisurely stroll.

Sink and dodge sideways, and meet the attack with your back hand.

Coherent.

Everyone only heard a muffled sound, and saw that Hong An, who was punching the air, was accurately hit in the jaw by his opponent, and immediately fell to the ground.

This time, he completely lost his combat power, and he couldn't even stand up after several attempts.

On the martial arts training ground, there was silence for a moment.

The children of the Hong family were too surprised.

First, they were surprised by the crisp defeat of Hong An, who had always been strong, in three moves, and second, they were surprised by Hong Fan's performance of being light behind the enemy.

Even Hong Fu never thought that his friend still had this appearance in his bones - he could only say that he was handsome and compelling.

The last thing that broke the calm was the heavy footsteps of the teaching.

He stood beside Hong An for a moment with his hands in his hands, and gave an awe-inspiring order to the group on the side: "You two, carry Hong An to a cool place." ”

Then, his gaze fell on Hong Fan.

"You come with me."

Hong Li said, and quickly left the martial arts training ground.

It wasn't until the two of them entered the teaching house that he spoke: "It's a good way to use!" ”

The voice was cold, with anger in it.

Since Hong Li took over the clan study in old age, he has been quite open to the management of his disciples.

In his opinion, young and vigorous young people get together to practice martial arts, and they are divided into three, six, nine, etc., and some bullying and bullying situations are not only inevitable, but also help to improve.

As for actual combat, as long as he is measured, he also has an encouraging attitude.

Therefore, in the past, Hong Ping and Hong An bullied people and he didn't speak.

Hong Fan beat him back with his own hands today, and he didn't intervene in advance.

What made Hong Li angry was the technique used by Hong Fan when he was fighting.

"I've said many times that you can't learn those things until you leave the clan!"

The old man scolded angrily.

He stared at Hong Beom's handsome face, and his mind recalled the anti-counterattack and anti-attack moves he had just used.

As a skill developed over the years in the field of fighting in another world, even in Hong Li's opinion, it is really exquisite.

But that's why he grew angrier.

To practice to this point, how much time did Hong Fan spend on it?

If this time is spent on Yanliugong, how much progress can be made?

He has been teaching for many years, and he is not afraid that his disciples will not have talent, but he is afraid that he will waste his talent by taking the wrong path.

"Hong Fan, do you still have the ambition of our Hong family's children?"

Hong Li asked in a low voice, quite sad and angry.

"How many times have I said that the fist and foot grip style focuses on using flaws and body structure, and it is the most limited!"

"You must know that the flaws are born and died according to the strength and speed of the martial artist, you use a thousand catties of strength to treat others with a hundred catties, and his heart, eyes and hands can't keep up with you, and he has practiced for ten years and a hundred years, so what can you do?"

"Children of the Hong family, unless you know that it is difficult to make progress in martial arts, you will not waste time on the style!"

After a scolding, the more Hong Li spoke, the more angry he became, and he pulled out the ring ruler on his waist to be punished.

But when he saw the cascading calluses on Hong Fan's outstretched palms, as well as the smoothed fist peaks, this ring ruler couldn't be beaten.

As a teacher, he doesn't want his disciples to waste time going astray.

But as an elder, he could not allow the insulted to regain his dignity.

It is rumored that the young man in front of him can't even eat three meals, and he talks about improving his body......

As soon as he thought of this, Hong Li's anger suddenly subsided, and after a little hesitation, he took out three palace pushing pills from his arms and handed them to Hong Fan.

"Take it."

This Tuigong Pill is the Hong family's unique secret recipe, which is of great help to the cultivation of martial artists in the Inner Vision Realm and the Penetrating Realm.

As one of the benefits of the children of the Hong family after entering the clan school, there is only one monthly quota per person.

Given by the elders, Hong Fan did not shirk.

After receiving it, he returned the salute with unprecedented respect.