Chapter 111 Losing and Losing
The black-nosed and swollen hook came out of the crowd, pointed to Pan Hongsheng and shouted, "Boss, kill him! It was he who hit me and hung the yellow bubble boy on the beam with a fish hook... He is still in the hospital now!"
"What? Little brother? It seems that you are not a fuel-efficient lamp to deal with people in this way!" Uncle Cai's eyes immediately became cold: "Since you are so cruel, don't blame me for being blind!"
"It's a scale hook, not a fish hook." Pan Hongsheng sneered: "Uncle, you are so old. Why do you think about these bastards? To be honest, I really can't do anything to you..."
"Huh! Ignorant young people! It's too rampant. I don't know how thick the sky is!" A man with a numb figure next to him curled his mouth: "Uncle Cai is the president of our Southeast Martial Arts Elite Association. He once defeated three boxing champions in the Sino-US fighting competition. It's the same thing for a guy like you to play enough!"
China-US Fighting Competition? Pan Hongsheng smiled. It was almost a farce.
The so-called boxing champions are all second-rate players and retired players; some are even international students of boxing enthusiasts who have only learned a little fur. They have to pay for this kind of program.
Speaking of which, the Sino-Thailand Fighting Tournament is still a little valuable. Some players are at least official players who have participated in large-scale events. So the result of the game is more objective.
Modern Sanda completely abandons the characteristics of traditional martial arts and purely becomes a Western-style technique. However, the skills of various countries always have their own characteristics, the leg skills of taekwondo, the elbow and knee stroke of Muay Thai, and the 0-angle attack of Brazilian war dance.
If traditional martial arts contain too many useless flower racks, then Sanda is overcorrecting and going to the other extreme.
When Uncle Cai used his own moves, Pan Hongsheng's eyes immediately lit up: Drunken fist! What is the ultimate is pure drunken fist!
The other party's short and fat figure is swaying, and he may fall down at any time. But the center of gravity has always maintained a delicate balance.
Pan Hongsheng was not careless. He practiced this kind of boxing when he was a child, but the old man only taught it as an interesting skill, and did not regard it as a serious main battle skill.
Compared with Gengqi, this attack skill is obviously not enough, but in the battle of ordinary people without Gangqi body protection, it is undoubtedly a trick that gives the opponent a headache.
In the uncertainty of reality, Uncle Cai suddenly stretched out and clenched his fists and hit the left rib with both hands! Many film and television dramas exaggerate the elegance and funny of Drunken Fist, and do not really interpret the essence of Drunken Fist.
Drunkenness is a kind of pace that confuses opponents, which is not accurate. This kind of actual combat dodge attack switching pace is similar to the lost step. Just like the boxer keeps swaying and changing his angle, the drunken boxing pace actually has its own subtlety. Taking the initiative to fall to the ground can avoid the opponent's blow, and the lying fist and the next three-way attack skills after falling to the ground make the opponent unable to defend.
Many people think that you must drink to exert your best when using drunken boxing, which is actually a misunderstanding. Drinking is a way tonic people with insufficient internal qi. In fact, the effect is not obvious, and those with strong internal qi need props?
Pan Hongsheng did not move. His body protector ignored this kind of attack at all. Although Uncle Cai's boxing is very strong, it is not even tickling for him, which has entered the realm of transformation!
Uncle Cai punched up, but he felt a burst of soreness from palm to finger, and his wrist seemed to be twisted.
Under great rage, he jumped several steps in a row! The fat body has a commensurate agility.
"Is this, hard qigong?" Uncle Cai shook his head and his face turned blue! In fact, he knows that there is a body protection skill that is more powerful than hard qigong, but he doesn't believe that this kind of young man can have such profound attainments anyway!
He also practiced hard qigong when he was young, but in the end, he failed due to personal physical reasons. Sometimes it's helpless. No matter how diligent you are, some things are not suitable for you.
It is precisely because of practice that Uncle Cai understands the difficulty of hard Qigong. Some people even practice for a lifetime, but there are more comet on their bodies, which has no practical effect.
Hard Qigong is still like this, not to mention protecting the body.
If hard qigong and diligence can be a little successful, then there is no discussion at all. If you have talent, it will be in vain even if you practice until you die.
The guys behind saw it for real. Their master punched the other party without causing any threat. Those who know it can see that from the move just now, it can be seen that the other party is at least comparable to their master.
Although Uncle Cai is muttering in his heart, the situation is already difficult. Many of his disciples are watching, where is there any room for manoeuvre?
Now he didn't dare to be careless and directly used all his tricks at the bottom of the box.
The biggest threat in drunken boxing is the sudden explosive power. Between the virtual and real shaking, in fact, the users of boxing have completed the accumulation of internal qi. It is the biggest killer of drunken fist to hit out the accumulated internal energy through an extremely hidden and rapid move!
But at this time, Uncle Cai didn't know that he was likely to hit the stone with an egg! He can only make a bet.
He doesn't believe in decades of hard practice, but he can't beat such a young man! In front of so many of his disciples, he can only win but not lose!
The other party was so nervous that even the blue veins burst out, but Pan Hongsheng looked indifferent: Why can these martial arts practitioners end up with rogue ruffians in the end? Is there no other way out for martial arts practitioners except this industry?
The ideal is rich and colorful, and the reality is cruel. These young people practicing martial arts may not have the original intention to do this at the beginning, and they suddenly find that they are not suitable to do anything and can do anything.
In peacetime, in addition to opening a martial arts school as a bodyguard, the rest is a side door.
When Uncle Cai punched Pan Hong's chest with all his strength, everyone held their breath in an instant.
When this punch was hit, it seemed to rub the air and catch fire, with a slight fire! What an amazing power!
Pan Hongsheng was also a little surprised: It's incredible that ordinary people can have such power!
He didn't know that Uncle Cai had been doing strength training for most of his life except for practicing drunken boxing. This kind of strength training is a pure Western-style explosive muscle group training. Although Uncle Cai is covered with fat and his figure is bloated, in fact, he is a strong muscle under thick fat!
"Peng!" With twelve points of strength, Pan Hongsheng's whole body was shocked, but he only stretched back with one foot to support his body, and the seemingly smile on his face still tormented Uncle Cai's nerves.
"Ah, how could this happen? Uncle Cai punched him with all his strength. Why didn't the other party do anything!" There was an uproar and there was a lot of discussion.
"Is it over?" Pan Hongsheng shook his head gently: "Why do you have to hold on? If I guess correctly, your hand bone has been broken.
"You..." Uncle Cai's head was soaked with cold sweat, and his whole body was like being washed with water. The people behind him retreated one by one, and the timid hook had already escaped while the two fought.
Uncle Cai's face turned pale. This time he really lost again and again! He has been in the martial arts world for many years, and he has rarely been defeated, let alone defeated by such a disparity! Now he even muttered to himself: Am I really... old?