A Panda's Martial Arts

Summary of Volume [-]

Thus, the third volume of the Alien Fighting Contest was completed.

There is actually nothing to say about this volume itself. It is mainly about beating and beating. I had some problems in the middle, and I was numb for a while. The old rule is to report good news and not bad news, and pick out good things to say.

For example, during this period of time, I met an author named Du Dingbei.

You may not know Du Ding Cup, but when it comes to stretching the hips, everyone should have some impressions.

That's right, Du Dingbei is the founder of Hip Pulling Tiao, and also the founder of Hip Pulling Literature, so it's normal to stretch your hips after getting to know him.

Of course, Du Tingbei is a very good person. He likes to drink like me, and he also has a male cat like me. The most coincident thing is that there is a word Du in his pseudonym. Everyone also read a book called The book "Want to Touch the Expert"...maybe that book wasn't originally called this name, but if it's tea leaves, I probably don't care.

Tea should be working hard to forge ahead, and it must be working hard every day.

In short, after absorbing the hip stretching literature and forging ahead, my brain has recovered a lot, and I can come back to continue the normal update process.

So, let's move on to the next volume.

A new story is about to begin.

120 Nine Chapters Can't Be Called Wu's Wu

In the morning, Jizhen Hall.

In order to take care of office workers and student parties, the Jizhen Hall usually has no classes in the morning. This is also the time when the owner of the hall, Gengang Yamaguchi, practices alone. He believes that the best plan for a day lies in the morning.

Just like usual, today's Yamaguchi Xuangang also started with the most basic right fist.

"call!"

Accompanied by exhaling, a forehand punch that was so regular that it couldn't be more regular was punched out.

He has been punching this punch for more than [-] years since he just started practicing karate, and now he has become the owner of a local gym. Every punch, every punch, is a summary of everything he has learned.

Use all your understanding of martial arts to swing a positive fist.

Only then does training alone make sense.

"It was... well..."

At the position of the door, the figure who just walked in couldn't help admiring after all. It was Park Yonglie, the owner of the nearby Black Star Taekwondo Gym.

Park Yongyeol, who is skilled in the ancient Korean martial art of Tae Hee, has a very picky eye, and ordinary martial artists can't catch his eyes, but no matter how picky he is, when he saw the right punch just now, he couldn't help but be moved.

Obviously it was just a positive punch aimed at the air, but the coercion it brought to people was like breaking mountains and cracking rocks. The body with geometric beauty seemed to turn into a solid siege vehicle, smashing it to pieces with just one blow an impenetrable wall.

However, Yamaguchi Gengang shook his head when he made such a fist.

"wrong……"

"wrong?"

Park Yongyeol frowned.

The punch was as powerful as a tiger, and he even faintly saw the shadow of Dashan Peida on Shankou Xuangang's body.

"Well, no."

Lowering his head, Yamaguchi Xuangang stared blankly at his fist.

Then, as if confirming something, he spoke again.

"It's not true."

"What's wrong, what do you mean?"

Park Yongyeol is already a little angry, this half-talking riddle person is the most annoying.

"You're not right, how do I know what you're talking about."

"It's that panda, the panda taught us how to box."

Yamaguchi Xuangang still frowned, looking at his fist.

"Remember, Pu Sang, before Li Sang and the others said that this is Chinese boxing..."

While speaking, Yamaguchi Xuangang had already punched the empty space.

The tip of the fist, the tip of the nose, the tip of the toes, three points and one side, there seems to be a straight line in the center of the whole body.

Fist like a tiger...

"Pu Sang, look again, is this really the Chinese boxing method we understand?"

"This……"

Park Yongyeol was silent.

Indeed, in his original impression, Chinese boxing is often famous for its fast consecutive strikes and tricks, or its nimble and sharp kicks, and the punch that Yamaguchi Xuangang just punched... is really not very good. Like Chinese boxing.

"Not only is it not like Chinese boxing, this thing doesn't even look like boxing."

Yamaguchi Xuangang frowned even tighter, there were some things he couldn't think of the answer to.

"Pu Sang, in your impression, what would a battle between two warriors look like?"

"The battle of warriors..."

Park Yongyeol fell into memory.

You don't even need to look for impressions, just talk about what happened a few days ago.It was because he said before that Taekwondo also has Zhengquan, and Gengang Yamaguchi couldn't see it, so the two of them found a place to practice alone——

Although the result of the incident was that Cui Hongxi, the founder of Taekwondo, had indeed learned karate, and the fight between the two of them was almost for nothing, but the impression of the fight is still fresh in the memory.

Because of the sect dispute involved, both sides in that fight became a bit real.

Shankou Xuangang resisted Park Yonglie's three legs, and Park Yonglie's chest was also stabbed twice. If it weren't for Qiao Dong's solid skills as a doctor, both of them would have to go to the hospital to lie down for a few days.

"But it's just a matter of lying down for a few days."

Having said that, Yamaguchi Gengang once again raised his fist.

"But what if it's this kind of fist?"

Stride, punch.

The three points are facing each other, and the whole body is activated instantly, and the heavy punch is like a battering ram blasting out of the air.

"Being hit by this kind of fist, is it just a matter of lying down for a few days?"

"hiss……"

The fierce tiger's punch was close at hand, and Park Yonglie subconsciously set up his defense.

Never be hit by such a fist.

In addition to the muscle strength of the whole body, all the body weight was pressed. Yamaguchi Xuangang weighs more than 80 kilograms, which means that this punch is almost equal to a 160-jin beam directly stabbed in the chest, and the contact area is only one fist. size.

As we all know, the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure.

But this has not counted the powerful muscle strength of Yamaguchi Xuangang itself.

Between the two, it is not as simple as an ordinary addition.

This is not a blow that the human body can bear. Once the torso or head is hit by such a heavy punch, there will be no chance of being admitted to the hospital, and it will only die on the spot.

"But why should I take your fist hard? I can obviously hide."

Taking a deep breath, Park Yongyeol, who calmed down a little, shook his head again and again.

"I can hide, and I can also release my strength. Anyway, as long as I don't face you head-on, no matter how powerful this punch is, it is impossible to hit me..."

"Yes, according to our previous habits, the kind of play where you hit and hide, really can't hit you."

Yamaguchi Xuangang still frowned tightly.

"But don't forget, that panda also taught us a method called counter attack."

"Attack..."

In an instant, Park Yongyeol frowned like Yamaguchi Xuangang.

It is said that the famous kung fu master Bruce Lee put forward the idea. It aims at attacking the opponent at the moment when the opponent attacks, and he also attacks forward, just like the moment when two angry bulls confront each other. The horns pointed at the opponent's neck.

At the moment of stepping forward, there is no way for a person to change the direction, and it is this moment that is stuck in the attack.

"These two things came from the panda professor..."

Yamaguchi Xuangang's hands trembled a little, but he persisted and put on a posture again.

"Catch the enemy with a counter attack...then..."

The tip of the fist, the tip of the nose, and the tip of the toe are three points on one side, and the three points match each other.

The strength of the whole body is poured into this punch.

Stride, punch.

Pu Yonglie seemed to have seen that the phantom figure who was hitting Xuangang at the pass was hit by this punch until his sternum collapsed and he died on the spot.

One punch, one punch.

One punch, one moment, one life.

This is completely different from the martial arts in Park Yongyeol's impression.

"This kind of boxing... This is not boxing at all."

The fist that was punched was still shaking.

Yamaguchi Xuangang gently wiped his trembling fist, as if the fist had just been stained with blood.

Chapter 130 Self-cultivation of members of the mysterious organization

When the alarm clock rang at 06:30 in the morning, the man named Qiao Dong sat up from the bed on time.

Ordinary people might choose to sleep in longer on weekend mornings, but Qiao Dong would not.After all, in addition to his ordinary status as a medical student, he is also a member of a mysterious organization.

The organization had no name, or the founders never thought of giving it a name.

This discussion board hidden in the Internet can only be logged in in a specific way, and all the invitees are elites among human beings——