A generation of masters starts from DC

Chapter 25 The Clown's Psychological Warfare
The sun is high in the sky, and there is no white cloud in the blue sky, just like a quiet gem in the deep sea without waves, dotted with dazzling fiery red light.

The chess match venue is crowded with people. The blue, red and yellow paint stripes on the ground guide people to take their seats. Coaches and players enter the venue. The spectators stay outside the banners and cordons, or stand or stand.

Of course, quite a few people held signs and shouted to support their favorite players, and crazy fans cheered for their idols, and almost rushed into the venue.

Since chess skills have been upgraded to level 10.

Today's two opponents, Moriguang didn't pay attention at all.

Using [Heart Sword] ability to match my chess ability, only Beth can be my opponent in this game, but Beth has a fatal problem!

She takes sedatives.

Chess is an intellectual game after all.

If it is a sport, players will be prohibited from taking illegal drugs.It happened that the sedative that Beth took was listed in the banned drug manual for sports competitions in the Beacon Country.

Although in a chess game, no one will check whether the players are taking drugs, because normal people will only make themselves miss the championship if they do so.

But if someone reports Beth, Beth will definitely be disqualified and her results revoked.

In order to prevent Beth from becoming the target of the clown, Moriguang is ready to report her for taking illegal drugs once she wins him.

In this way, he will definitely win this game.

When no one was around, Moriguang hid in the lounge in the host hall.

"When I was in a coma, I seemed to have completed an achievement task." Mori Guang clicked to receive the reward, and a skill reminder message appeared under his attribute bar.

Full-level Wing Chun. Leaving hands.

Sen Guang picked up a white towel prepared in the lounge, held it with his fingers, and the towel wrapped around his hands.He got into a stance, with his shoulders lowered and his elbows lowered, his fists perpendicular to the ground, and his two fists rapidly struck forward alternately.

The action is fast and ruthless.

A pair of fists turned into an afterimage in a very small range, like a machine gun.

beep, beep, beep...

Sweat dripped from the towel, and every drop of sweat that splashed out was like a fired bullet falling on the iron door of the lounge.

Fast, tight, dense.

This is the Japanese punching fist in the basic boxing method of Wing Chun [Xiao Nian Tao].

Mori Guang's hand gestures changed, his left hand turned into a palm, his right hand hung down into a fist, and he stepped on a two-character clamp sheep and horse.There seemed to be a wooden dummy in front of him. He quickly turned his arms into armrests, turned his horse to the right, and then used the armrests to turn into arms, hitting the protruding wood of the wooden dummy.Carousel, handrail, armrest, shoulder, a set of small ideas were quickly played out, the imaginary wooden dummy was beaten to the point of crumbling, and finally he shattered the imaginary wooden dummy with an elbow.

At the same time, the memory instilled by the system overlaps with this picture.

It was a boy who had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, riding a horse, and practicing the most basic and important Japanese punching boxing in Wing Chun. He was young, young, middle-aged, old, and then old.

His boxing techniques are becoming more and more sophisticated, such as Xiao Nim Tou, Xunqiao, Biaozhi, and even the Wing Chun boxing in those theories.

bang~
A slap in the face, the upward facing palm rotates to the downward facing palm before the arm is fully straightened, turning the palm into a fist.

It hit the wooden pillar supporting the roof with a rotating force, and the wooden pillar suddenly shattered from the middle, and the rest of it cracked outwards.

Decades of punching, even a pillar as thick as a shoulder can't stand it.

The next moment, the beams on the roof of the house fell, and the old man was pierced by the beams in his chest, and died on the spot.

Mori Guang opened his eyes suddenly, let out a loud cry, wrapped his hands around his hands, and the towel responsible for protecting his palms suddenly tore and turned into two halves.

What the hell kind of memory is this.

After a wry smile, Mori Kwong thought about it and said: "Wing Chun has the technique of listening to the bridge. When Wing Chun's listening to the bridge is practiced deeply, you can even put your hand into the water to feel the direction of the fish's tail swimming. It is a first-class sensory training method. Just now the old man clearly could use the listening bridge to sense the force change of the beam falling down, and use his ingenuity to eliminate the force of the fall, but he did nothing. This is all he wants to die."

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening.

This is a Taoist boxer.

"Go straight to level [-] at once..." Moriguang couldn't help but smile, "Although it is a good thing, it saved me a lot of effort, but the memory and experience instilled in me are even more exaggerated than last time, and I almost didn't slow down from memory." Come on."

He picked up the torn towels.

While sweeping the floor, I suddenly saw something under my closet.

Senguang bent down, but saw that it was a mobile phone.

cell phone! !
It must be the signal from the clown.

Moriguang immediately took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen of the mobile phone, and found that the mobile phone had been in the video call state.Moriguang was stunned for a moment, and then saw the magnified face of the clown in the video.

The clown yawned. "Oh, you finally found it."

"That set of punches you hit just now was pretty good, I mean... um, I think it's pretty good, pretty good."

Moriguang raised his head and scanned the top of the wall without any trace. The mobile phone was at the bottom of the rest cabinet just now, and it was impossible for the clown to see himself through the mobile phone.

Then there should be other camera equipment in this lounge.

"Mr. Clown, what do you want from me?" Mori Guang widened his eyes, pretending to be innocent and innocent, pretending that he was just an ordinary boy.

The corner of the clown's mouth twitched.

"Mr. Wayne!" The clown raised his middle finger and licked his tongue. "Hmm... I admit that I was deceived by you before, thinking that you are just a little trouble with no threat. Eaton, you ruined my perfect plan. Think about it, if I show off his in front of your father How proud he will be of the combination of technology and my plan. Look what you've done!"

"What did you do!" The clown became angrily, hitting the table with his fist.

"You little bastard, I was going to use Beth as my trump card! I admit that I can't underestimate it, well, you are no longer our escort, now you are my opponent."

"Understood? Now I regard you as an opponent, just wait and see, you wait and see."

Moriguang's head showed black lines.

Conversing with a lunatic, this lunatic also said that he would treat you as an opponent. I really don't know if it is an honor or a bad luck.

This is a clown.

When he talks crazy in the video, saying that he wants to treat you as an opponent, what about him...

Moriguang calmed down, and said directly: "Mr. Clown, I think you are crazy, you need to go to a mental hospital for help."

In the video, the clown froze.

Everyone knew he was crazy, but no one dared to say he was crazy to his face.

This is the first time.

The clown laughed, laughing wildly without restraint.

"Do you know, you have to have a killer move. When you play cards with others, you can't just have bombs in your hand, you also need to have a trump card, a trump card that can surprise you."

"Wait..."

"I can't just have Plan A, I have to have Plan B."

"But we have to stop and push forward. Why do you work so hard to get on the podium and be a scapegoat."

Mori Guang sneered: "It's up to you, you can't take my life away."

The clown was attacked twice in a row, making it even more dangerous. "I thought about it. Mr. Nix has no grievances with us, so we don't need to pester him. Today, his good luck will be terminated, and poor Mr. Nix can only go home with a package."

He wants to let the Knicks go?
Mori was surprised for a moment.

The clown threatened himself with Nix before, but now he actually wants to let go of the hostages. "You want to admit defeat?"

"No no no..."

"I just changed my mind. For example, why do you want to participate in the competition now? You see, all the people on the field are black and white. I want to ask you, why do you work hard for these people?" The clown laughed loudly. He switched the camera, and the camera showed news about blacks and whites discriminating against Chinese.

A black host, eloquent and humorous, invited three Chinese boys.

In extremely insulting words: "Their race sends the most industrious and hard-working representatives among them. If you think I am wrong, you can pick up your mobile phones and question me on Twitter, but I want Remind you that these phones are also made by these kids."

This is an insult to the use of child labor by ethnic Chinese.

The black man ignored the embarrassing children who bowed their heads in full view, and laughed loudly. The black and white people below applauded and laughed, and felt that the host's language was very humorous.

The clown returned to the phone video and coughed a few times. "Look, if someone discriminates against Jews, blacks, whites in this country like that, he loses his job, his reputation suffers."

"But if he insults the Chinese in this way, everyone will applaud him. Mr. Wayne, you are also Chinese. Can you ignore other Chinese and be treated unfairly just because you are richer?"

"I'm like a string of dynamite."

The clown licked his lips, "You see, my existence is very small, just to always remind this group of people with double standards, their crimes."

Moriguang rolled his eyes, you are so humble.

"I originally thought that we would have a lot of common topics."

"For example, why do you want to help these people who oppressed you? Is there any reason for you to turn your back on the bullying you have suffered, no."

(End of this chapter)