A Panda's Martial Arts

This was completely inconsistent with the battle that Yamaguchi Xuangang had envisioned—in Yamaguchi Xuangang's mind, if he fought against the panda, he would have to use some heavy punches and hand knives on his side, and after the panda received these, he would fight again. On the other hand, he combined punches and kicks, he resisted with all his strength, and then struck again when he got a chance to breathe. This time it was his opponent's turn to resist, and if he couldn't hold back, he would be knocked down...

But in the previous battle, when he was hit, it wasn't like that at all.

It was more like a strong adult raised his fist and beat a child with his fist casually. There was no suspense in this kind of fight, and it couldn't even be called a fight.

"Can this be considered martial arts?"

After the chaotic street fight ended, Gengang Yamaguchi fell into confusion.

He seemed to have touched something, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't think of a specific way to describe it.

If this can be considered martial arts, then what is his own martial arts?

"squeak--"

A tooth-piercing voice came from the door, and cool air blew in along with the cold wind.

This interrupted Yamaguchi Xuangang's train of thought.

"Go back, Old Pu, I'm fine."

Shaking his head helplessly, Yamaguchi Xuangang turned over and stood up - the reason why he retreated and not to see people was because he was afraid of being interrupted and disturbed. Can't stop others from coming to the door.

After three days of self-isolation in the gymnasium, my mind is numb. Just take advantage of this time and stop thinking about it. Why don't you take a shower and then go out for a meal with Park Yongyeol who came to the door... huh?

"who are you?"

Looking at the short fat man in front of him, Yamaguchi Xuangang was puzzled for a while.

The fat man in front of him was about half a head shorter than him, wearing a monk's robe, with a shiny bald head on top of his head - Shankou Xuangang searched his memory several times, but he couldn't find any trace of this short and fat monk.

However, just when Yamaguchi Xuangang thought that this monk was a student who came here to teach, the short and fat monk spoke first.

"Na Wu descended to give birth to Maitreya Buddha."

Putting his palms together and reciting the Buddha's name, the short and fat monk looked Shankou Xuangang up and down a few times.

"Almsgiver, you have a predestined relationship with my Buddha."

"Uh..." Yamaguchi Xuangang's eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Is there a problem with his understanding of the monks, or is there a problem with the monks he met?

When I met the abbot who was said to be Zhaojue Temple before, I was talking about it, but the monk who came to him suddenly opened his mouth and played charades. Can't he speak well?

"You may have misunderstood."

Touching his head, Yamaguchi Xuangang suddenly understood a little bit.

"I just keep a bald head, I'm not a monk, I've been married a long time ago, and my children are already..."

"I know, and I also know that your daughter is just six years old this year."

The chunky monk showed a kind smile.

"Sponsor, what I mean is, someone spent money to find the Buddha to do you... But you are the same height as me, the benefactor, so the Buddha is merciful today and only broke your leg."

"Uh..." Yamaguchi Xuangang frowned.

He does have a six-year-old daughter, but he rarely mentions such personal matters outside the family.

This monk...

"Are you serious?"

While walking towards the short and fat monk, Yamaguchi Xuangang clenched his fists and his joints cracked.

"Let me remind you, there is no monitoring in the dojo..."

"No monitoring? That's great!"

Facing Yamaguchi Xuangang, who was full of evil spirits, the short and fat monk not only showed no fear, but smiled even more happily.

"Come on kid! The Buddha will give you three tricks first!"

"Let your mother!"

Sitting down on his hips, Yamaguchi Xuangang raised his hand and punched it out.

The distance between the two sides was two steps, and they had already entered the optimal strike distance. This punch was struck with momentum, almost concentrating all the strength of the whole body on the fist.

After three days of retreat, Yamaguchi Xuangang's punch was even stronger than before!

But this sure-kill punch fell into the void.

The chunky monk had already turned sideways at some point, and the punch that would kill him didn't even hit the monk's robe.

"one move……"

The chunky monk raised his eyebrows.

"Japanese, where did you learn this boxing technique?"

"Uh..." Yamaguchi Xuangang didn't answer, but just swung his second punch silently.

During these three days of retreat, he also summed up the gains and losses of the previous battles——

Especially when he was knocked over by a panda, he had already achieved a perfect three-point photoshoot, why did he still lose?

In thinking, Yamaguchi Xuangang found the answer.

The reason is that he was too hard.

Put all your strength out at one point, and the momentum of the whole person will be as fierce as an arrow that leaves the string——

But although the off-string arrow has sufficient penetrating power, anyone with a little common sense knows that when the arrow is shot, it will not bend.

So after the first arrow shot in the air, he was knocked down by the panda on the spot.

But if he was still prepared at that time, what about the second arrow?

"drink!"

The defeat of the right fist did not discourage Gengang Yamaguchi. He was prepared for a long time, and he blasted out the left fist that was ready to go!

The right fist just now made the short and fat monk turn sideways, but this just happened to expose his body to the heavy left fist.

This time, the dumpy monk couldn't escape.

But the chunky monk didn't mean to dodge either.

"That's not how punches are made."

The vigorous fist came over, but the short and fat monk stretched out his hand to meet him.

"Punching is like a gun. The person who taught you boxing should be a practitioner... But your master never taught you that you can't stab a gun randomly?"

Snapped……

While speaking, the short and fat monk put his hand on Shankou Xuangang's arm, and moved to the side and rear.

"The fist is the tip of the gun, and the arm is the barrel of the gun. How did your master teach you to stick out the barrel of the gun in such a hurry?"

"Varied……"

Boom!

Before Yamaguchi Xuangang could react, his whole body had already rushed out following the punched left fist, hitting the wall behind the short and fat monk with his head, dizzy.

"This is the second trick, let's do it again."

The chunky monk had no intention of pursuing him, and was even in the mood to wait for Yamaguchi Gengang to recover from his dizziness.

"Who is your master? You look familiar these two times, can you tell me a name so I can get to know him?"

"I……"

Yamaguchi Gengang, recovering from the dizziness, clenched his teeth.

Humiliation, there is no doubt that this is pure humiliation, even though the chunky monk didn't say any insulting words, but the condescending eyes still proved something.

The pudgy monk looked down on him, and he also looked down on his karate.

Even... didn't treat him as a human being.

"Come on, go on, make another move."

Seeing that Yamaguchi Xuangang stopped moving, the chunky monk was happy instead.

"Yes, this is the momentum. Come and hit me, and hit me again, so that I can quickly break your leg. I still have work in the afternoon."

"Uh..." Yamaguchi Xuangang rushed up silently.

angry?Maybe there is.

But he wanted to know more whether his fist was right or wrong.

He inexplicably thought of that panda.

Pandas in the zoo.

And where can his martial arts go?

The fist that has been tempered and tried, stabbed out.

From bottom to top, it hit the squat monk's head silently.

The chunky monk's face changed.

"you……"

Bang!

In a trance, the chunky monk had already flown out.

And Yamaguchi Xuangang also withdrew his punch.

The bottleneck that he couldn't break through even after thinking hard for the past three days, loosened.

It's not that you have to pass through some narrow door that is difficult to enter, it feels more like a warehouse full of gunpowder finally ushered in a spark, the knowledge, skills, everything you have experienced, and messy memories are all flooded up The mind, then joined the flames, and burned together in full bloom.

That's right, he should have thought of it a long time ago. Japan has always referred to martial arts as "small art of war", which is on par with the "big art of war" for battlefield command-and this means that from the very beginning, his direction of improvement has been out of the question. wrong.

What he has to do is not to perfect the structure at all, but how to use this perfected structure to carry out attacks.

The consciousness itself is the general, and the body itself is the army, fists, feet, elbows, and even the head hammer...every part of the body is a soldier in his army!

"you……"