A Panda's Martial Arts

"I'm super?"

Looking at the strong figure vomiting blood and falling down on the boxing ring, the panda's face turned pale.

Shouldn't it?how is this possible?Obviously he's betting on a sure win this time, right?

You must know that when seeing that boxer, Panda has already rehearsed in his heart. The result is that from the frame structure to the technical style, the boxer is almost in top condition. No defeat in five rounds——

And this boxer named Song Dong was going to face an opponent who was basically a living waste. His muscles looked strong, but his technical movements were a pile of shit. It was not surprising that he would lie on the ground in one round.

But why did Song Dong, whom he had placed high hopes on, lie down after one round?

Pandas cannot accept this result.

Throwing away the lottery ticket in his hand that had turned into waste paper, the panda sneaked out quietly at the end of the game, and followed the boxer named Song Dong all the way, wanting to ask this kid why Play yourself.

Fortunately, Song Dong didn't take a car when he left, but just rode a small electric donkey, which made the panda's tracking work a lot easier——

But when he followed all the way to the Chao Phraya River, the boxer named Song Dong suddenly turned into a deserted alley.

"come in……"

Song Dong parked the car.

"Brother Sen called you here?"

"Uh..." Panda couldn't understand Siamese, but he vaguely felt that this was an invitation.

So he walked into the alley.

Oncoming is a large piece of lime powder.

The white mist all over the sky suddenly exploded in front of him, which made the panda stunned for a moment—but just in this moment of absence, an iron fist pierced through the white mist and went straight to the panda's face.

"Bam—"

The fists and palms intersected, and the panda's body remained motionless.

Sealing the eyes and then hitting the head is a very useful combo for street fights. The only drawback is that everyone will think about hitting the head, so you can use your feet to know where the fist is going...Huh?

"laugh--"

Just when the panda had just caught the heavy punch, the hood on his head was already cut open by the tip of the elbow that followed.

Then there was a cry of pain.

"Ah this..."

Looking at Song Dong who was holding his arms and clenching his teeth, Panda couldn't say a word for a long time.

He wanted to say just now that in order to hide his eyes and ears, he always wore an iron hood when he went out-hitting the special steel with his elbow, he felt pain even thinking about it.

[I have poor vocal cords, so it's inconvenient to speak, so I'm typing to ask you...]

Seeing that the other party calmed down a bit, Panda took out his mobile phone and started typing, and plagiarized Shi Changpu's statement to conceal his identity without hesitation.

[Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, I just came to you this time to ask you one thing...]

[During the competition just now, why did you play me? 】

180 Chapter Six Another Kind of Weapon

The communication between Panda and Song Dong is a bit troublesome for both of them.

Pandas can’t understand Siamese, and Song Dong can’t understand Chinese characters. Fortunately, the mobile phone can be connected to the Internet, and it can be used even if it is barely alive. It’s just that the process is a bit laborious, and the two of them have to hold the same mobile phone back and forth. .

[I can see your skill. It doesn't look like the kind of game that needs to be played for money. Why don't you win? 】

This is the most puzzling thing for Panda. You must know that in addition to the appearance fee, Muay Thai fighters can also get a lot of money for winning the game. Passed the threshold of fake match——

If you want your opponent to cheat, the worst thing is to give more money than the bonus, otherwise the fool will know that he will earn more if he wins;

【This dude, although I don’t know why you are asking this, but that’s not how accounts are calculated...】

Facing the panda's question, the boxer named Song Dong shook his head slightly.

[If I win, I will continue to fight, and I will soon be unable to fight.But if I lose, I won't be seriously injured, and I can always get money...]

"This……"

Looking at the machine-translated subtitles on the phone, Panda fell silent.

Thinking about it carefully, Song Dong is really right.With Song Dong's skills, there will be no pressure to be an actor in low-end rounds. If you lose too much, you can win a few rounds at any time to make your record look better. If you win, you will get bonuses and if you lose, you will get commissions.

[But you never thought about winning all the time? 】

Panda frowned and began to pick out the words.

【Continue to win, your reputation will increase, and your money will increase. If you are injured, you can hire a better recovery therapist, or you can find a better nutritionist. You can go higher, why are you here? stop? 】

[That way there is no time to supervise the children's studies]

Song Dong's answer completely exceeded Panda's expectations.

【My son is 12 years old this year. He is very naughty. He doesn't like to go to school or do homework. I don't want him to be a boxer like me...】

[And my wife, she is not in good health, I need to spend more time with her and do some housework...]

【We came from the village in the north, we can live in Yongxia City, and our children can still go to school. This is already very good, we are already satisfied...】

"you……"

Panda couldn't say a word for a long time, looking at Song Dong as if he was looking at some monster.

He really wanted to say that he had no ambitions, or even short-sightedness. He had to know that if this player named Song Dong wanted to be famous, with his extraordinary talent and solid basic skills, he could have all the honors and praises, and he could sit on hundreds of millions of dollars. Wealth, you can hire the best nanny to take care of your wife, and you can send your children to the best school - but he can't type these things out of the keyboard, and he can't refute Song Dong.

Maybe even if he said it, it was meaningless.

This boxer named Song Dong has his own behavioral logic. Winning or losing doesn’t matter to him. The little eDonkey’s basket contains chicken and fish, which he brought home for dinner for his family. Talking is the important thing.

[For you, what is a fist? 】

Taking a deep breath, the panda knocked down the characters.

[What does boxing mean to you? 】

【If I was young, I might say boxing is everything...】

Song Dong smiled embarrassedly, and the youthfulness of that year could be vaguely seen between his brows.

And as fierce as a tiger.

That's right, fierce, excessive martial arts practice will in turn affect the expression of facial expressions, and only the obsession with martial arts to such an extent can explain why this man named Song Dong has that kind of skill that is far beyond ordinary people——

Especially the solid basic skills, which have nothing to do with talent, it is purely by accumulating hard work, bit by bit, that one can achieve what he is today.

【But right now, boxing means life to me...】

After writing this, Song Dong sighed.

[When I was young, I used it all for boxing. I don’t know how to do other jobs at all. Fortunately, the income from boxing is not bad, and I can support my wife and children. It’s already very good...]

[It’s just that I let you lose money today, I’m really sorry...]

"nothing……"

The panda opened his mouth subconsciously, but remembered that the other party couldn't understand his cry at all.

It may be impossible for them to understand each other from the beginning.

In front of him, at some point in the past, the man who was supposed to be a tiger cut off his claws, pulled out his teeth, and turned himself into a harmless big cat.

This is something that pandas will never be able to and will never do.

【How about this】

After thinking for a while, Panda picked up the phone.

[Your skill is just a pity for a fake match.You should also be able to see that I also practice martial arts. I am not short of money, but I need someone to practice with me. Would you like to help? 】

"This……"

Song Dong also started to mutter.

The strong man wearing a panda headgear in front of him suddenly came to the door, he looked familiar, and he was a little confused about the other party's details——

You must know that he originally thought that the other party came to ask him for money or robbery, so he abducted to such a secluded place. Who knew that the other party didn't even know about Brother Sen who was covering this block, so he just kept his head in suspense. dare to come over.

And this weirdo's skill is not weak.

Not only is he not weak, he should even be stronger than himself—throwing lime followed by an eye-closing punch, followed by an elbow strike, he didn't hold back in this set, and he completely attacked this strange man of unknown origin as an enemy But this strange man not only caught his fist, he didn't even move.

This is indeed in line with the saying that the opponent needs to be a training partner. It is really difficult to find an opponent who can pass the hand when you have practiced boxing to this level.

But the next move of the weirdo completely dispelled his doubts.

【This is a deposit】

The strange man took out four or five stacks of banknotes from his trouser pocket, and stuffed them into his hands without any explanation.

[Just treat it as a meeting gift for your child. When your son is growing up, eat more meat to make up for it...]

【Then thank you】

The other party's reason was so legitimate that Song Dong couldn't refuse, so he had to accept the money.

【I will tell the child that an uncle invited him to eat meat...】

[Then let him eat more]

The panda smiled and nodded, but it was difficult to calm down in his heart for a long time.

Obviously, although Song Dong's Wu has not reached the peak, he is a very good person.

And now, his martial arts are indeed improving all the time, but what about people?

Using Wu with such a mentality, is his Wu really complete?

"It's really not at its peak..."

Looking up at the starry sky under the night sky, the panda's eyes were full of confusion.

Once upon a time, he laughed at Zhu Huaizhong as the old Bideng.

And now, it was his turn to stand in the fog.