Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Battle

The next morning, after the students assembled. The deacon of the martial arts hall and Master Lao Mi led Huang Yi to the martial arts competition platform at the height of the martial arts arena. officially introduced Huang Yi to everyone.

When it was Huang Yi's turn to tell the students what he wanted to teach, Huang Yi said, "What I want to teach is a new type of martial arts system that I have created. I call it kickboxing. Free fighting is a kind of martial art that integrates punching, kicking, throwing, pushing, grappling and other methods. There are no restrictions on routine moves, and you pay attention to free attack, and knock down opponents with the most direct means. ......”

Huang Yi gave an overview of the basics of kickboxing, watching the students curious and eager to try new martial arts. Huang Yi resolutely said: "However, I only accept fifty students at a time. If you want to learn to sign up by yourself, I will check attendance with the roster every time. If anyone is absent, get out of the way. ”

Unknowingly, Huang Yi used the means of leading troops in the army.

The students looked at each other, as did the deacon and the old man. Generally speaking, there are basically no requirements for the head of the sect. I teach mine, you learn yours. If you study well and don't learn well, you love to come to class but don't come to class. He doesn't care at all. It's not a disciple, it's just a salary. Who would be so serious? If you really see a few potential people, maybe they will teach them seriously.

Lao Mi seemed to be about to say something. Just as he was about to speak when he took a step forward, Huang Yi interrupted first: "I actually came to teach students, and I will be responsible for it to the end." It will not delay the student's youth and affect his future. However, I consider myself limited in my abilities. You can only bring fifty people at a time. No matter how much I can, I'm afraid I can't discipline it. ”

Lao Mi made eye contact with the deacon. Sure enough, it's the 'weird' leader. Just let him try. This may be a change, and it may be beneficial to the martial arts hall. With the fall of the Shilong Dojo, if the Yangzhou Martial Arts Hall wants to rise, it has to make some new moves.

Seeing that the two 'leaders' had acquiesced, the students had some expectations in their hearts and asked, "How do you select 50 students?" I want to sign up, I want to sign up. ”

Huang Yi thought for a while, and then said, "Let's go, the fifty freshmen who will enter the martial arts hall last." ”

Huang Yi thought that ancient martial arts paid attention to routines. If you start for too long, I'm afraid that the move will be frozen. It must be a little difficult to teach. Moreover, I don't want to rob other students in kendo, gundo, etc., and some of them are small.

However, Huang Yi's kindness is in the eyes of some other leaders. But it's a naked provocation.

In order to teach the head more attentively, there is a competition at the end of every month. If in the end, the swordsmanship student wins. Naturally, both the head teacher and the student are rewarded. It's the same with knife techniques, etc. But Huang Yi didn't understand. He did it as if he were telling other leaders. I can defeat you with fifty freshmen.

And look at the students who are eager to try. Especially when I see some students who are optimistic about me looking frustrated and regretful because they are not the last freshmen. It's even more angry.

I only heard one person snorting: "Hmph, ignorant child." I really don't know how thick the sky is, and I actually spoke wild words at a young age. Create your own martial arts system, you are the grandmaster of Yangzhou, the first master of the Central Plains, Ning Daoqi?"

Ning Daoqi, known as Sanzhenren. He is recognized as the number one master in the Central Plains. and the Turkic 'Wuzun' Bixuan. Goguryeo's 'sword master' Fu Cailin. Collectively known as the Three Great Masters.

"Hehe!" Huang Yi was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "The kid is indeed lonely and unheard, I don't know who Ning Daoqi is." You can underestimate me, but you can't underestimate free fighting. ”

"Arrogant! Let me, the head of the boxing sect, teach you this so-called new school of martial arts. The sect leader looked at Huang Yifeng's light feeling, and his heart was unhappy. Jumped onto the jousting platform with a loud roar.

Huang Yi glanced at Lao Mi. I saw him nod. Huang Yi had no choice but to say: "That kid will be taught." ”

After speaking. Pull back with your right foot slightly bent. Raise your arms and place them on either side of your head.

Looking at Huang Yi's strange posture, the sect leader was even more angry. Leap forward and push out with one palm. Menacing.

Huang Yi took a step back with his right foot and dragged his left foot. Avoided that palm. Wait for the head to land. Huang Yi lifted his left foot, twisted his hips, and bounced his legs. Trying to attack the crook of the leader's knee. But it was blocked by the head of the sect with his legs raised.

Seeing that the blow failed, Huang Yi was not discouraged. How to say that he is also a teaching leader, if it is so easy to be recruited, I am afraid that I will not be qualified to be a student. The left foot has not yet fallen, and the right foot is bent. After jumping, a high whip kick with his right foot was kicked to the head of the sect.

The head hurriedly raised his left arm to protect his head, blocking Huang Yi's high whip legs. At this time, Huang Yi's left foot had landed. The right foot misses and misses. With your center of gravity forward, swing your right leg to the left. And didn't kick out, by inertia. Huang Yi rose into the air. The body turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and his back was to the god's head. Kick your left foot back and head straight to your chest.

The sect leader felt that Huang Yi didn't use his internal strength, and his strength was not great. But because of the novelty of the moves, I have never seen it.

Everyone else is a move is a move, and a formula is a formula. Like this leader, he slapped it with one palm. If you miss, there's always an interval to retract your arm. But Huang Yi, one move missed, and another move followed. I saw that it was several moves, but I didn't count any moves. There is no such feeling that if you miss a move, you will not be able to continue your strength. The action is coherent and impeccable.

The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became. With both arms raised, he crossed his chest to block one of Huang Yi's back kicks. The footsteps were pushed several steps by the force of the kicks.

It turned out that Huang Yi finally finished the 'one move'. After the last kick, you will inevitably be exhausted. will increase the strength, kick the opponent back, and keep a safe distance.

Huang Yi specialized in assassination in his previous life. Winning is your death, and the combat experience is naturally strong. But it is not comparable to ordinary leaders. Even Lao Mi saw it brightly, and said secretly: "This martial art is indeed new." ”

Huang Yi turned around on the ground and put on a posture again. Seeing that the sect leader didn't rush to attack, he had to shout: "If you don't make a move, then I'm here." ”

After speaking, Huang Yi stepped forward and threw a left hook. The head hurriedly raised his right hand to resist. Huang Yi saw that he did not defend and counterattack, and when his left hand was withdrawn, his right hook quickly followed. The head of the sect raised his left arm to protect his head again.

The head of the sect now looks like he is protecting his head with both hands, like an ordinary person being bullied by a bunch of scoundrels in the market. Hold your head in your hands and let it punch and kick. Huang Yi saw that the head of the sect was protecting the sides of his head with both hands, but there was emptiness in the middle. Retract half of your left hand and move forward as fast as you can, between your arms.

Inch inch, Huang Yi's fingertips against the head of the sect in the chest with a blow. The fingertips bent, the phalanges followed, and another blow. Finally, his fingers were folded and he smashed his fist on the head of the god. The power is not large, but it is a collection of points. It was like being struck with a stick. Unconsciously tuck your abdomen and bend over to protect your chest.