A Panda's Martial Arts

180 Chapter Seven Thinking About Wu

Martial arts practice is a bit like playing ranked.

The time when I first started is always happy, I can find ways to exercise everywhere, and if I am lucky, I can have a master to guide——

It's like when you first came into contact with the game, there are strategies everywhere on the Internet, and you may be able to find a master to teach you. During this period of time, your progress will be obvious, the direction will be clear, and you will grow almost every day.

But the problem often lies after getting started.

After a period of practice, those happy newcomers now have a certain understanding of martial arts, and also have a certain amount of combat experience——

But only at this time did they realize that the strategy they found at the beginning may not be easy to use. The master in their eyes might just be a silver-ranked bastard. In the past, they only needed to follow along.But now...they can't learn anything.

In the impression of pandas, this situation is most obvious in those few people in the zoo, whether it is Park Yongyeol who practiced Taekwondo, Yamaguchi Gengang who practiced karate, or wrestlers and Sanda players. People do have considerable talent, but after learning what they can learn to the extreme, they also lose their direction.

So I can only try again and again in confusion, sum up experience and lessons from failure after failure, and try to use my head to smash a way to walk in the fog.

Players in the golden division are often in pain.They can't brag like diamond players upwards, and they are unwilling to be silver bastards for the rest of their lives. Although they are relatively experts among ordinary people, they are not much different from ordinary people in the eyes of experts——

This is also why they often choose a senior expert as their spiritual idol, just because this kind of thing is no different from how a gold player studies a professional player's style of play.

However, the style of play of senior masters is not necessarily correct. Professional players also have classics to fall ill, and blind obedience to senior masters will often make these golden players fall ill with a piece of classics. , in order to vaguely touch the edge of the diamond.

For example, Zhu Huaizhong from Huidao League, or the panda right now.

Zhu Huaizhong didn't believe it at all. His background in the former Ming Dynasty made him not have to look up to any martial artist from the very beginning.

Panda's side was left unattended from the very beginning, and the only senior who taught him also let him beat him.

Although due to their respective chances and coincidences, they all entered the diamond division by mistake, but whether it was the dead Zhu Huaizhong or the current panda, they all had a vague consensus.

My own diamond segment, the so-called half-step master level, can actually only be regarded as parallel imports.

Compared with those players who have accumulated lessons through repeated trials and tribulations, and have steadily improved one by one, their diamond frame is more likely to have been obtained by winning streaks all the way.

Maybe they can bully low-level players with their superb operations, but once they meet those veterans who take ranking as a living and have a deep understanding of game mechanics and opponent mentality, they may show their true colors immediately.

And, there is one more troublesome point.

Lacking the experience of steady progress, they have been promoted to the diamond stage smoothly all the way, and they can no longer find the direction to continue to improve.

You can still read the guide for the silver segment, but that kind of sloppy entry guide is almost equivalent to waste paper for half-step grandmasters.

The golden segment can still learn top masters, but those who have reached the half-step master level are themselves top masters.

Their understanding of Wu made them clear that they were only one step away from breaking through, but no one knew where this kick would go.

They themselves don't know what to do.

Panda himself didn't know what to do. His half-step master was even worse than Zhu Huaizhong. Zhu Huaizhong, who had practiced martial arts for more than 50 years, was stuck. He had only practiced for a few years.

It seems that it is less than two years?

"It's okay, I'm still young."

Facing the panic brought about by the gradual stagnation of strength growth, the panda can only use optimism to temporarily counter the anxiety.

Or, use newly acquired knowledge to temporarily dispel confusion.

After getting acquainted with Song Dong, Panda often came to fight Song Dong, sometimes to the boxing ring, and after getting familiar with him, he would go to Song Dong's house——

Song Dong's home lives in the northeast of Bangkok's outer circle, not too far from where Panda lives now. After buying betting tickets and going home for dinner every day, he can walk there.

But today, he came to Songdong's house again with some gifts.

Song Dong’s son is indeed very naughty, but it doesn’t bother the panda. After taking out the Nintendo game console he just bought, the child’s expression became kind when he saw him. The weirdo also has a lot of goodwill - but in the face of the panda's generosity, Song Dong's face began to become worried.

【If it's just an ordinary fight, it's enough for you to bring food and drinks...】

Sighing, Song Dong picked up his phone and typed.

【Do you have to watch that thing? 】

【Yes, I really want to know about the weapon technology you are good at...】

Panda nodded, he still insisted on his choice.

He has seen all of Song Dong's Muay Thai techniques, but his intuition tells him that this is only a part of Song Dong's total skills——

Just like Zhu Huaizhong likes to use Yanyue Dao on horseback, he prefers to use long spears as a practitioner of Xingyiquan, and Song Dong in front of him definitely has his own special skills.

He wanted to see what Song Dong's weapons looked like.

The curiosity hidden in the bottom of my heart is calling.

he is hungry...

【Then, let's try to use some safe methods...】

Song Dong thought about it, and chose to persuade him a few more words.

【I can use a target to demonstrate it for you, it doesn’t need to be explained in actual combat...】

"Ah……"

Under the cover of the bulletproof helmet, a smile appeared on the panda's face.

【Since just now, you have been looking in the direction of the wardrobe...】

After writing a line, the panda handed over the phone.

【Actually, you want to take them out too, right? 】

"you really……"

Song Dong who took the phone shook his head and laughed.

Even through a layer of armor, he knew that the strange man in front of him must have a joking expression on his face.

All of this can be seen through...or is it that he really can't hold back?

"I go out for a while."

Taking out a long cloth bag from the closet, Song Dong greeted his wife and children, and left with the panda.

The panda could vaguely see the outlines of two knife handles inside the long cloth bag.

180 Eight Chapters of Thai Knife

The vicinity of the competition is easy to find. There are many sparsely populated open spaces on the outskirts of Yongxia City.

[Don't you need something? 】

Very rarely, this time it was Song Dong who asked the question first. Song Dong, who was carrying a cloth bag, was very different from usual, and his whole person's aura was almost completely changed——

It was as if the tiger had regrown its claws, and the lion had fangs again. He just stood there, and the panda felt a fierce aura rushing straight to his head.

And this also means...the possibility of death?

"Ah."

Panda smiled...

He was looking forward to such an opponent.

Randomly found a long bamboo from the side of the road, the panda kicked the bamboo and broke it, and then pointed the wrist-thick bamboo pole obliquely in the direction of Song Dong.

"Just bamboo poles?"

Song Dong narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't you change it to something else?"

"enough."

Even if they can't understand Siamese, the panda can vaguely understand what Song Dong is saying.

After all, such a thing as a spear, to put it bluntly, is nothing more than stabbing a sharp object out.

As long as the poking technique is in place, the rest doesn't matter much.

"Om-"

Qingzhu stabs forward without fancy, but barely brushes the corner of Songdong's clothes.

"Sure enough, this agility..."

The panda's heart trembled. Not everyone can dodge his thorn just now. This not only means that the reaction must be quick, but also means that the control of the attack distance must be sharp enough——

And this green bamboo has just been broken off, even the panda himself doesn't know how long it is, but Song Dong in front of him actually defuses the attack with just one step back?

Although it is a stupid act to keep a distance from the spear, since the opponent can retreat accurately, he can naturally seize the opportunity to sneak in.

The moment the spear was stabbed was also the moment when the spearman was weakest.

The unsheathed twin knives followed closely, sticking to the gun body and moving forward.

"it is good!"

Panda's eyes light up, this is what he wants!

Just relying on the double blades in his hands, which are no more than two feet long, he dared to charge the spear. Is this the audacity of a skilled person, or pure arrogance?

Just try again and find out.

With a twitch of his right arm, the stabbed green bamboo was withdrawn.

The broken part of the green bamboo pointed to Song Dong's chest and abdomen again.

One inch long, one inch strong.

This is the danger of a weapon like a spear. Even if it is dodged for the first time, it is enough for the spearman to launch a second strike——

But at this time, the opponent is often in the posture of rushing forward. Facing the attack of the long spear again, it is impossible for anyone to avoid it in time.

But Song Dong didn't mean to dodge either.

Just hanging down, the knife in the left hand.

"squeak--"

The knife in his left hand made a series of unpleasant sounds on the green bamboo, and the huge green bamboo was slanted away again. In just a moment, Song Dong had already rushed within one step of the panda, and the knife in his right hand danced into a halo.

The gun head, which is more than ten feet away, cannot reach a few feet in front of him, which is an extremely unfavorable distance for a long spear.

The flashing light wheel fell, and fell towards the panda's shoulders and necks.