A Panda's Martial Arts

"Yes."

Qiao Dong, who was wrapped in a down jacket, sniffled. He didn't want to talk too much because he still had a cold, and his nose hurt.

In fact, his nose is still not ventilated, and it is reasonable to ask for a few more days of sick leave, but the life at home is too boring, even swiping the phone can't fill the emptiness in his heart.

So after being sick for a few days, Qiao Dong, who couldn't bear it any longer, simply went to work with his illness, wrapped in a down jacket and ran to continue the night shift, to see if he had a chance to fight the panda again.

But who would have thought that the thief caught the panda first, but the panda was not caught.

"Get out, or I will do it."

"idiot!"

Seeing the muscular man wrapped in a down jacket in front of him actually threatened to fight him, Yamaguchi Xuangang was so angry that he cursed on the spot.

It was agreed before that there will be a duel between warriors, everyone will see you at the midnight zoo, but the fucking Koreans don’t talk about martial arts, and they say they want to fight one-on-one. Still wearing a down jacket!

In order to respect his opponent, he didn't even wear a down jacket!

"Bakayaro!"

The cold wind was blowing on his body, and Yamaguchi Xuangang, who was only wearing a thin Taoist uniform, was already going crazy.

He originally thought that the Korean was also interested in martial arts, so he respected each other, but the Korean dared to treat him like a monkey!

"Kisama..."

"The Japanese devils still dare to curse the street?"

Hearing that Yamaguchi Xuangang was actually speaking Japanese, Qiao Dong became angry at that time——

Although he hadn't studied Japanese seriously, he had watched some anime and Japanese dramas, and the worst thing was that he had watched anti-Japanese dramas when he was a child. Of course, he could tell that the Japanese in front of him had dirty mouths.

He sneaked over the wall into the zoo in the middle of the night, and even dared to open his mouth to curse after being caught. Even if this person knew his friend Park Yongyeol, Qiao Dong was going to beat him to lie down first.

But contrary to Qiao Dong's expectation, the short and fat Japanese man in front of him made a move first.

The moment Qiao Dong swung his right fist like a heavy cannon, the figure of the Japanese had disappeared from Qiao Dong's line of sight - followed by a pain in his waist and abdomen, as if he had been punched lightly.

It's just like being punched lightly.

"Varied……"

Sensing that something was wrong, Gengang Yamaguchi dodged back quickly, narrowly dodging the hammer-like left uppercut.

Looking at the figure wrapped in a down jacket in front of him, Yamaguchi Xuangang was puzzled——

His positive punch just now did hit the abdomen, but it felt like hitting a car tire, and he couldn't hit it at all.

He even doubted whether his punch had caused any damage.

"Dare to fight back?"

He had obviously been punched in the abdomen, but Qiao Dong felt inexplicably better. Excited by the fight, his nose was no longer congested, and even the groggy feeling after taking the cold medicine was gone.

The Japanese dared to fight back!

Doesn't that mean he can play with confidence?

"Come!"

Qiao Dong, who was wrapped in a down jacket, raised his fist and rushed forward.

"Keep hitting! Hit here!"

"You boy!"

If it was said that Yamaguchi Xuangang was not sure whether the other party was Park Yongyeol's helper just now, it doesn't matter now.

Just because this was the first time he saw an opponent who couldn't even hit him with straight punches.

If it were someone else, maybe he would really be beaten unilaterally, but for Yamaguchi Gengang, this was an unexpectedly good opportunity.

Let him make full use of the penetration of karate.

Chapter 62 Muscle vs Karate

Originally, at the beginning, Qiao Dong didn't intend to use his full strength.

When he took the punch just now, Qiao Dong already understood that the man in the thin Taoist uniform in front of him couldn't actually hurt himself - not only because of his thick muscles, but also because of the thick down jacket.

This is what he learned when he was studying in the United States. Some black gangs in Brooklyn would choose to change into loose and thick jackets and jeans before fighting. It is quite effective when it is used, and with a little luck, even the knife will not pierce too deep.

And the Japanese in front of him... Although his body in only a thin Taoist uniform looks quite strong, he is far inferior to those gangsters who have developed huge muscles in prison.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this Japanese is already as strong as a black bear, but in some gyms, he is still called a skinny monkey.

You must know that when he was in the United States, Qiao Dong and those tall and strong black and white people did not lose the wind in the fight. Now he has to deal with the Japanese in front of him. Instead, he needs to control himself and not accidentally beat him to death on the spot.

"Come!"

thump—

This time, neither side had any intention of dodging. Qiao Dong's heavy fist hit the Japanese man's chest fiercely, and the Japanese man's hand also stabbed fiercely in Qiao Dong's rib.

"So much strength! Such a strong body!"

At this moment, the two men almost had the same idea, and they both felt the fierce blow from the opponent after taking a blow from the opponent—but what surprised them the most was that none of their opponents took a single step back because of this.

But unlike Yamaguchi Xuangang, who was immersed in shock, Qiao Dong, who was stabbed, couldn't help frowning.

I saw a hole in the thick down jacket, and the down used to keep warm leaked out and drifted in the wind.

With a few traces of heavy dark red.

"you……"

Sensing something was wrong, Qiao Dong took a big step back and subconsciously wiped the painful area under his ribs. When he raised his hand, he saw blood.

"Did you use a knife?"

Qiao Dong's pupils suddenly constricted, which was a reaction to feeling dangerous.

Fighting with bare hands and holding a sharp knife are completely different things. The former can at most cause bruises, but the latter is likely to cut off important tendons and blood vessels.

You must control that dangerous knife, otherwise you may be stabbed to death for no reason.

But where is that knife?

Qiao Dong couldn't see any knives at all, all he could see were the hands of the Japanese man.

"Don't look for it, it's Guanshou."

As if he had discovered Qiao Dong's doubts, the Japanese named Yamaguchi Gengang offered the answer.

Gathering palms together to form a knife is a hand knife, and it is called a kanshou for thrusting. It is not an exaggeration to call this attack method the most representative attack method in karate.

More karate practitioners are accustomed to using fists, clenched fists are stronger than hand knives, and there will be no broken fingers when striking——

However, practitioners of Ji Karate all remember that Dashan Peida, the founder of their school, is most famous for his hand sword.

You can use a hand knife to cut off a wine bottle, and you can even cut off the horns when fighting a bull. The principle that the smaller the force area is, the greater the pressure is demonstrated vividly at this moment, but most people can't do it anyway. reached the point.

Just because, if you want to do that, you need not only to learn how to chop, slash and stab with a hand knife, but also need a pair of hands that can bear this violence.

This is an extremely difficult path, and few people will do this kind of thankless exercise——

Day after day, year after year, I chop countless blue tiles and planks with my hand knife, and pierce straw mat pillars one after another with my whole hand. The palms will bleed, and the fingers will be broken due to excessive force. , Countless bruises, countless blood and tears, after all the hardships, this pair of palms that can be pierced and chopped can be obtained.

It takes so much time and effort to do it, so why not just buy a knife?

With such thoughts in mind, many people simply gave up this path. After all, now is an era that emphasizes cost performance, and the practice of hand knife and Guanshou is really too low cost performance.

But in this world, there are still a few stubborn people.

Yamaguchi Xuangang is one of them.

He began to practice karate at the age of 15. For 25 years, Yamaguchi Xuangang has already mastered knives and kanshou. He can even split wine bottles and horns with his bare hands like Dashan Peida.

What's more, it's just a down jacket.

This is not something that can be shown in front of the disciples, at least you can't use your hands to stab people in front of the disciples. The scene is too bloody and will only lead the disciples astray.

Only at midnight, when no one knows, is the moment when the fist blade is unsheathed.

"Since you are Park Yongyeol's friend, then you can show him real karate."

"Varied……"

laugh--

Before Qiao Dong could speak, the knife had already stabbed him in the ribs again, and the severe pain even made him curl up uncontrollably.

"Such a big target is much easier to hit than drafting a sweep..."

Looking at Qiao Dong who fell to the ground in pain clutching his stomach, Yamaguchi Xuangang shook his head.

Victory and defeat...

He admitted that the assist punch that Park Yongyeol found was really strong, and even his forehand punch could be as good as a normal person, but facing a sufficiently "sharp" punch, the force of the punch finally pierced the muscular man defense.

"Lie on the ground for a while, just pretend I haven't been here."

After straightening his clothes, Yamaguchi Xuangang was ready to leave.

Since Park Yongyeol didn't come, there was no point for him to stay here to blow the cold wind.Running out in single clothes on a cold day, he was about to catch a cold.

But when Yamaguchi Xuangang lifted his foot to leave, his foot unexpectedly did not lift up.

A big hand was clutching Yamaguchi Xuangang's ankle.

"When you... haven't been here?"

A voice sounded behind Yamaguchi Xuangang.

"Are you... looking down on me! Turn around!"

Accompanied by the roar, a huge shadow fell from behind, and Yamaguchi Xuangang was shrouded in the shadow.

To Yamaguchi Gengang's surprise, the opponent got up much faster than he had imagined.

Just because the body is too strong.

There was a mistake in the prediction!That is not an opponent who will be knocked down with one blow!

"you……"