"Bingyang, congratulations, the first game is over, the others can be happy, you better not overdo it. ”

When Chen Jiaming saw Li Bingyang, he first congratulated him, and then admonished.

"How do you say this?" Li Bingyang was in the mood, and it was inevitable that he would be a little unhappy when he heard this, but the good words were hard to hear, and he had this awareness.

"It's not easy for you to win this game, so to be happy at this time, it's better to think about the strength of your opponent in the next game, and use the usual tricks. ”

After Chen Jiaming looked at the front desk of the stands, he pointed at a few people, all of whom had passed the preliminary round: "These people use more legs than you, and they are more flexible than you, your current ability is not enough." ”

"Mmmm, I'll practice when I go back, sharpen the gun in battle, and it's not fast!"

Li Bingyang accepted Chen Jiaming's guidance very humbly, but Chen Jiaming shook his head again, this is not right, it is not right. Li Bingyang's face changed a little.

Xia Chongyi laughed and relieved the unhappiness in Li Bingyang's heart: "It's not that you, Vice President Chen, are picky, during the competition, it is not suitable for additional training, and even your exercise amount should be reduced, on the one hand, it is for your physical recovery, and there is also a reason to prevent accidental injuries during training, but it is not completely forbidden for you to practice, just warm up." It's common sense!"

Li Bingyang looked at a bunch of people in the Martial Arts Association, looking at their eyes with high hopes, he couldn't speak, but after thinking about it, he still opened his mouth and said: "To be honest, I feel like it's difficult for me to think about the second game!"

"You can see it, don't put pressure on yourself! The situation is not good for us, what other effects will there be if we lose? It has already reached this point, and it is an unexpected joy to be hard. It's going to be clear again!"

Chen Hongwei unscrewed the water glass, took a sip of wine, and said to Li Bingyang, looking at the sky after speaking, as if he had thought of something again, he wanted to speak and stopped, a little distracted.

"Today, the preliminary round of the youth group is all completed, and two days later, we will hold the intramural semi-finals!"

Most martial arts matches have a break period, and multiple fights in a single day are in ancient rings, which are rarely seen in arenas today.

Two days have passed, inside the school gymnasium. The semi-finals begin.

"What, my opponent in this game is Dong Zesong!" Li Bingyang rubbed his hands, and couldn't help but suffer from gains and losses.

I'm really not afraid of him now, but in the case of restrictions, in terms of leg method, I can defeat anyone, not in his hands.

This is not only a shame, but also a shame that Li Bingyang can't forget.

It's trivial, but it's so troublesome that I can't live in peace.

On the contrary, on the other side, Dong Zesong was very calm, without any waves, when he knew that his opponent was Li Bingyang, he still remembered Li Bingyang's style of play and leg movements as usual.

"Come on, Li Bingyang!"

"Come on, Li Bingyang!"

There are only three people in the martial arts association who participated in the competition, and at this time, there are naturally many other people who cheer them on, if these three people can win, the benchmark of the martial arts association will be erected.

On the contrary, Chen Hongwei's reputation will inevitably be greatly damaged, and it will be difficult for the school martial arts association to raise its head. Even martial arts majors are discriminated against.

"It's not easy for you to fight the second game! How do you teach the Martial Arts Association?" Dong Zesong looked at Li Bingyang quietly, without treating him as an opponent.

Li Bingyang walked into the ring and replied impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, come up and fight!"

Facing Dong Zesong, he looked a little annoyed and angry, and he also felt a little inward-looking.

"With your shortness, attack my strength. After the college entrance examination, you are going back more and more!"

Dong Zesong said disdainfully, the old classmates are becoming more and more mindless, whether they are blinded by hatred, or they are simply stupid in reading, they don't know how to play tricks at all.

In the five-step boxing, chain boxing, and all the way to the long boxing, the leg movements are mainly three, raising the knee to block, bounce and kick, and kicking the leg. In my part-time job in the Sanda Gym, I practice more whip legs.

"Zhunti!"

The two saluted each other, and with the referee's command, the game was about to start. The format on the field instantly became intense.

Dong Zesong really deserves to have practiced taekwondo for so long, his legs are light and clear, the chain kicks are as fast as wheels, and with the whirring wind, Li Bingyang feels heavy pain and deep chill in the block.

I've practiced kicking in waist-high water, hit punching bags, and after a few actual fights, you're a thing, and you're worthy of me!

Dong Zesong watched his attacks being blocked by Li Bingyang again and again, under the violence, the leg method was vaguely stronger by one point, and in the actual battle, he raced against time and had an advantage of one more point, then Li Bingyang quickly fell into the disadvantage, and the form on the field changed rapidly.

The two of them couldn't count each other, although Dong Ze's leg loosening method was like a random arrow, which was unpredictable, but it was also one ring after another, and Li Bingyang couldn't afford to have a chance to breathe.

When things are extremely difficult, you can see people's skills, and when you are in crisis, you can reveal your true identity. In this environment, Li Bingyang's leg speed also began to increase rapidly, and he was forced to block Dong Zesong's attacks again and again, but after all, he couldn't breathe for long.

Dong Zesong suddenly threw a sideways kick, and slashed head-on with the wind! This is one of the secret kicking techniques of Taekwondo's Yuanliu Hualang Dao. Using the twisting of the body, combined with a special striking method, the two vital parts of the opponent's body are quickly touched in an instant, and this leg method is mainly based on low kicks, at most no higher than the chest.

According to popular saying, Hwarangdo is the predecessor of Taekwondo, an ancient Korean martial art. During the Silla period, a soldier named Hwarang became famous in a battle with this martial art, and was summoned to the palace by the king of Silla to perform, and was given the name "Hwarang Dao", which was popularized in the army.

After Li Chenggui established Joseon, he admired Confucianism and did not advocate force, and Hwarangdo gradually declined.

"Ahh It was the first time he felt death so close, and the first time he recognized the gap between himself and Higashizawamatsu.

He felt a rusty smell coming out of his throat and forced himself to swallow.

"Hana, Du'er, Sai'd's, Nai, Dasi, Musti, Eligoo, Dur'er, Ahu, You'er. The referee began to count.

In the last game, he happily watched Kong Lei lying on the ground, but this game turned out to be himself, but he really didn't have the strength to stand up.

He struggled several times, but he didn't get up. I could only look up with difficulty and look at the figure of Higashizawa Song.

is like Huaxiong fighting the heroes, he is like Pan Feng and others, thinking that he is a famous general in Hebei, and he can't count the battles, but fortunately, he is just embarrassed, but Pan Feng and others lost their lives in vain, laughing at eternity.