A Panda's Martial Arts

"Um...good!"

Shi Changpu, who had finished his dinner, nodded fiercely.

Very good and professionally written, but too long to read.

The tens of thousands of words are all about how to prevent assassination. If it weren't for the endorsement of the panda's outstanding record, she would even think that the panda has some persecution paranoia.

[There is another sentence about when you face danger...]

As if remembering something, the panda sat down again and began to pick out words.

[If you fail to ensure that you are in a safe place, and danger still comes in front of you, then you must remember that you must rush forward to face the danger...]

【That will be your only way to survive. The closer you are to danger, the safer you will be...】

【like this】

"Om-"

Bear Claw slapped Shichangpu on the head, causing a gust of wind.

"Varied--"

The moment the bear paw fell, Shichangpu's consciousness went blank.

It was impossible for her to imagine that the panda would attack her suddenly.And this distance... is really too close!

close at hand...

The panda's arm was on her shoulder, and she could even smell the mist exhaled by the panda.

Unexpectedly, this panda eats meat every day, but he has no breath, and seems to have brushed his teeth...

【Look behind you】

Just when Shi Changpu was thinking wildly, Panda raised his phone.

"What happened in the back... ah!"

Shi Changpu subconsciously turned his head, but the whole person exclaimed on the spot.

Just because right behind her, the back of the sofa had already been torn a big hole by the bear's claws.

【It is precisely because the distance is close enough that what falls on you is only an arm...】

【If you took half a step back just now, the one that tore off this time would be your head...】

[I hope this can make you understand that the closer you are to danger, the safer you will be...]

190 Chapter Three

In the dead of night, the sleepless panda was still thinking about teaching.

What kind of tactics Shi Changpu will use to protect herself, Panda still doesn't know, after all, he actually doesn't know the other party's temper, character and thinking habits, all he can do is to talk about all the solutions, really How to do it depends on the other party's own choice.

You must know that no matter how you teach things like martial arts, it still depends on the on-the-spot reaction in the end, which is a combination of many considerations such as physical fitness, technology use, thinking inertia, and even psychological changes.

If he thinks about it this way, Shi Changpu can be regarded as the bottom among the people he knows, with a triangular shape in mind, body and skill, and the three corners are not outstanding.

However, the Koreans who are Taekwondo coaches are obviously inferior to wrestlers and Sanda practitioners technically.

As for Gengang Yamaguchi, who practices karate, and Qiao Dong, who trains muscles, one of them has outstanding thinking and solid skills, and the other has physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, but they still have their own shortcomings, which are not yet perfect.

The closest person to a perfect triangle fighter, Panda has only seen Zhu Huaizhong, a 60-year-old man with the physical strength of a 20-year-old young man, and his mastery of technology has also reached the peak. If there is not a trace of psychological flaws, the duel survived It's not necessarily pandas.

After all, the old man was still riding a horse at that time. If the old Bi Deng was shameless enough, he would just ride a horse in circles to consume the panda's energy.

Thinking of that horse, Panda felt a little pity. The transformation technology also allowed the horse to have the stamina and explosive power comparable to that of an Arabian horse, and the huge size and load capacity of a Shire horse, but after all, there was no way to make the horse Quickly master the knack of force.

After running all night with brute force, the heavily armored giant horse finally fell in the bombing zone before dawn.

If you think about it this way, the three corners of mind, body and skill are not just extending outward, but even supporting each other——

Among them, the improvement of physical fitness is the easiest. Ordinary people can easily become strong as long as they continue to practice for a period of time.

And when the body is a little stronger, the importance of technique becomes obvious, and when the physical skills are both first-class, the psychological quality and life experience will often play a decisive role.

For example, the muay thai fighter he met recently was a rare 211, but psychologically he was reluctant to fight, so there was nothing he could do about it.

But what the thinking panda didn't know was that while he was thinking about this, Song Dong, who lived in the outer circle, was also talking about him.

He is arguing with his wife.

"Isn't your job okay recently? There are still people paying you to be a coach...why do you have to go to the boxing ring?"

"I... This is a man's business, and you don't understand it."

"Why don't I understand? Is it wrong not to let you be beaten to death?"

"I can't tell you this kind of thing..."

Songdong lowered his voice, trying his best not to wake up his sleeping son next door, but the suppression of his voice made his mood depressed as well. He didn't know how to make his wife understand his thoughts at all.

After all, there are some things that are really hard to explain.

He is working part-time as a coach now, that's right, that weird panda gave him a lot of commission, but the money is not a long-term solution after all, you know he still doesn't know the name of that weird panda——

What's more, it's true that his income is a bit more, but the price of Yongxia City has also started to rise. Even if the increase is not too much now, the cost of living of their family will still rise after all.

"It's not very peaceful in the city recently... In fact, it's better to live in the country, and there are not so many things."

This was said by the deli owner who met Song Dong. It seemed like a chat between acquaintances, and it was also a subtle reminder.

Remind him that the recent prices may continue to rise.

Obviously, the rise in prices is related to the gangs entrenched in the city. Those local tycoons who control various industries want to gather funds to do things recently, and after apportioning them layer by layer, the pressure has shifted to him. .

If it was just gangsters who came to collect protection money, then he could still fight back with a pair of fists, but right now... he can't do anything about it.

He can only find ways to make money, make as much money as possible, because only by making enough money can he support his family and himself.

However, he couldn't tell his wife and children about this kind of life pressure.

"In short... don't worry, it's just a little overtime, it's nothing serious."

Forced to smile, Song Dong patted his wife on the shoulder to reassure her.

Then began to continue to strengthen the doors and windows.

The weather forecast said that there would be a typhoon, although it was not a big one, but a cheap house like his family's could not guarantee safety.The advantage of a typhoon day is that you don't have to go to the boxing ring, but it also means that today is another day with no income.

Thinking of this, Song Dong couldn't help using a little more strength in his hand holding the hammer.

The wife behind him seemed to say that she was tired, she lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.While there was still a window that hadn't been nailed up, Song Dong took out a cigarette and lit one for himself.

Only in this way can he briefly find the leisure time that is completely his own.

Just like when you pick up a knife.

The master who taught Songdong was a monk who returned to the secular world. The old man who became a monk at the Temple of the Reclining Buddha used to be a boxer, but it was not the competitive Muay Thai today, but the ancient Muay Thai that was the basis of swords and weapons——

And when Song Dong was learning boxing, the monk had been warning him not to make rash moves, which is why he rarely used offensive techniques even when he was in the boxing ring.

As for the double swords that he is most proud of, only two people have even seen them.

"call……"

Looking at the benevolent smile of the deceased master on the phone screen, Song Dong sighed, and then found "Panda Monster" in the address book.

[There is a typhoon at night, be careful...]

Although he knew that with the other party's wealth, he probably didn't need this, but he still sent this sentence——

Just because the other party's residence is indeed on the path of the typhoon, at least that's what the weather forecast said.

Or, he just wanted to find someone to talk to.

【Yo, I really didn't read the weather forecast. I'm just busy dealing with women's affairs this day. Oh, it's really annoying...】

"Ah this..."

Song Dong opened his mouth, but laughed out loud for a while.

Although gloating is a bit bad, but after seeing that panda monster seems to be as unlucky as him, Song Dong's psychology has been delicately balanced.

But what Song Dong doesn't know at this moment is that the panda monsters in the distance have to face not only typhoons or women.

And something even scarier.

190 Chapter Four

At the same time, it was still in the banquet hall of the previous hotel.

It was clearly midnight, but those local tyrants from Yongxia City gathered here, some of them were only wearing pajamas, some were not even wearing pants...

But at this moment, they didn't even dare to breathe, because a group of security personnel with live ammunition were standing behind them, with their guns pointed at their heads.

If the last time they bowed their heads to that foreign woman was because they felt the threat of death in the dark, then for them now, the threat of death is already close at hand.

Their life and death are all in the hands of the blond young man named Johnson on the main seat.

Control it in the other party's thought.

"Relax, everyone, I don't intend to kill you, it's just that this way will be... better, and you will be more willing to listen to me."

With his hands crossed and his chin propped, Johnson gave a smug smile.

"As far as the cooperation just now is concerned, at least you are willing to help with things, which is good. I have never been a person who is stingy with my partners. Whoever, come here and give them something."

A few strong security guards walked over with their suitcases on their shoulders, and several huge suitcases were dumped directly on the table. The long table that could accommodate more than a dozen people was covered with dollars, one pile after another. Green paper piled up into a mountain.

Even though these local tyrants who have eaten and seen know that the other party is deliberately ostentatious, they still can't help breathing heavily when facing the banknotes that almost obscure their vision.

"But I still don't get it."

A sick old man spoke up. He was the manager of several nearby boxing rings.

"You put so much effort into tying us here just to let us evacuate civilians... I don't think what we did can cost you so much. After all, we confiscated the land, and they can move back tomorrow."

"I'm just trying to see if we can really cooperate. What's more, my father is kind-hearted. He doesn't want the poor to suffer. Isn't it a good thing to help them escape the typhoon and give them money?"

Johnson had a look of compassion.

"You must learn to respect human rights and diversity, and understand tolerance...Wait! Who put this transgender person in! It's disgusting to see, drive him out!"