My beautiful boss with a poisonous tongue: Abuse

Chapter 651 Tai Chi Master
Fuck, are you too happy too early?

In a blink of an eye, I concentrated the airflow on my chest and resisted the kick with my chest upright. Immediately, my body flew up like a kite with a broken string, completely out of my control.

Before leaving the ring, I hooked my feet to the railings around the ring, flipped up the railing, and jumped into the ring again.

The nigger was about to raise his hands and howl in celebration, when I returned to the ring again, he patted his swarthy bald head and walked back and forth impatiently.

The kick just now made my chest tight and my breath was messed up. If the big black man took advantage of the victory to pursue him, I'm afraid it would be bad luck, but unfortunately he didn't rush to attack, but vented his temper on the ring, which gave me a chance to breathe.

By the time the big nigger reacted and attacked again, I had almost recuperated, and it was time to fight back.The big nigger opened his arms and came to pull my arm again. I spread my speed and shuttled in front of him like a loach. Comparing strength with him is self-defeating. It is a foolish way to use short to long. I almost got hanged just now. How could I give him such a chance.

My dexterous shuttle in front of the big black man kept him from catching me, and took the opportunity to give him a few hits. Although I couldn't seriously injure him, he couldn't touch my body at all, and he couldn't do anything to me.

The nigger bared his teeth and claws for a long time, rushing back and forth, and was played around by me. He became more and more irritable, while I became more and more calm. This kind of war of attrition is more about patience. He can't last long in this way of fighting. The one who wins must be me.

Sure enough, the nigger ran over the ring for more than ten minutes, and his flaws appeared frequently. I seized the opportunity to give him a few shots, specifically hitting his vitals.

In the beginning, the nigger was able to resist, and wanted to fight me to the death, but unfortunately, I took advantage and slipped away. I seized the opportunity and went up again. At the end of the fight, the nigger was kicked by me and knelt down in front of me.

Such a big man has been running above the ring for more than twenty minutes, and he is constantly being attacked.

In fact, I didn't feel well either. Although I won in the end, I was already exhausted after being fought by one person for so long. If it wasn't for the fact that this big head was too hard, he wouldn't give in no matter how I beat him. In the end, I had no choice but to kill him. Trick, just kneel down to him.

After the second round, I was so tired that I sat on the ring. At this moment, an old man jumped up directly from the bottom of the ring. He was estimated to be over seventy years old, with a gray beard and skinny bones. So light, I doubt if I push him casually, he will fall over.

I'll go, uncle, if you're not at home to rest well, why come here to join in the fun, you don't want to blackmail me, do you?
The old man glanced at me and said lightly, "You belong to Mingyang Ye's family, right?"

Forehead?
Met someone you know?
I quickly stood up, cupped my hands and said, "Old man, do you know Mingyang Ye's family?"

The old man glanced at me again, and said with a bit of disdain: "If you know what to do, so what if you don't know. Young man, come on, I'll play the third match with you."

In fact, I have long guessed that this is the third boxer arranged by Boss Li, and I have already seen that the people he arranged are stronger than the last.

The little guy was just here to warm up, the big nigger wanted to consume my energy, and the real fatal blow would be this old man in front of me.

But what I can't figure out is that the old man is very old, is it necessary to participate in this kind of thing, he is short of money or something, but he doesn't look like a person who can't afford to eat and relies on black boxing to make a living .

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but blush a little, how could I have the right to laugh at others, I'm not good at fighting for a living.

Hey, no matter what his reasons are, as long as he is in this ring, he is my opponent. In the ring, there is only myself and the opponent, and the only thing I have to do is how to defeat the opponent.

Since the old man dared to enter the arena, he naturally has the qualifications, I have no doubts.

The old man made a starting gesture, "Fuck, Tai Chi, this is a Tai Chi master."

My grandfather once told me that there are two main types of Tai Chi in terms of usage. One is ornamental and health-preserving. Super practical, real Tai Chi masters are internal masters, their strength is unfathomable, so I must be humble when I meet such people in the future, and don't conflict with them.

I have always remembered my grandfather's words, be low-key, do things high-key, and never take the initiative to cause trouble, but today I met someone who tried to embarrass me. Is the east wind overpowering the west wind, or the west wind overpowering the east wind.

Riding a donkey to look at the ledger - just wait and see.

I played two consecutive games before, which consumed a lot of physical energy. According to this situation, the old man is suspected of taking advantage of challenging me at this time, but I am dozens of years younger than the old man, and I already have physical advantages. After coming and going, the two were even, and no one took advantage of the other.

I circulated the airflow in my body to get rid of fatigue, the old man looked at me with burning eyes, he seemed a little surprised that there was airflow in my body.

Airflow is something you can't see or touch, but I think the old man is so awesome, he must be able to feel it, and maybe he can see some clues from certain places on my body.

In fact, this matter is easy to understand. For example, we cannot see the wind, but we can find its existence through other things, such as swaying branches, falling wheat, whistling wind and so on.

As long as you understand the laws of these things and observe carefully, you can definitely find some clues.

The old man and I clasped our fists to salute, then opened our posture and started working.This time I will strike first, I know that Tai Chi's style of play is to stay still and respond to all changes. Besides, the old man sees me as a junior, if I don't strike first, it will be difficult for him to think of his status as the first strike.

I made a few fast moves, and the old man resolved them one by one. He spread his hands and stuck them to mine. I was fast and he followed fast, and I was slow and he followed slow.

My hand tried to get out of his control, but our hands seemed to be stuck together by ten thousand years of glue, and we couldn't shake them off no matter how hard we tried.

Tai Chi's entanglement strength is really strong, once entangled, it is even more difficult to get rid of it.

He entangles me, if I can't get rid of it, I won't take it off, use fast to control silence, I have always believed in the saying that the world's martial arts can only be broken by speed, and I don't believe that he can keep up with my rhythm.

I beat my hands faster and faster, and my body started to move. After a while, there was only an afterimage left on my body. The effect of my move gradually took effect. At first, the old man could keep up with my rhythm, but he struggled more and more later, and finally found that Unable to control me, he immediately withdrew his entanglement and took the initiative to distance himself from me.

I seized the opportunity to bully forward, this time he didn't entangle me and I took the initiative to entangle him, I would disrupt his rhythm and let him counter for me.

The old man instantly saw my intention, he sneered, suddenly changed the way of punching, and used some evasive force, he felt that his body was not slippery, and I couldn't wrap him up.

(End of this chapter)