Chapter 863 Targeted Training

Yang Yi kicked Zhang Yong violently.

Yang Yi was convinced by Zhang Yong, so he wanted to see if Zhang Yong could dodge this kick without any defense.

Now Yang Yi's fighting skills are very strong, and he attacks suddenly. The most important thing is that Zhang Yong trusts him very much, and he will definitely not be defensive when he gets close to him.

But Zhang Yong still dodged Yang Yi's kick. To be precise, he blocked it, not dodged it.

Zhang Yong completed the turn very quickly and caught Yang Yi's kick with his hip bone. Then his right leg swept out at an even faster speed and kicked Yang Yi's left leg as a supporting foot.

Yang Yi couldn't dodge this kick. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. But instead of ending the fight, he stretched his legs and twisted, hoping to trip Zhang Yong and continue the fight with ground skills.

But Yang Yi couldn't kill Zhang Yong, Zhang Yong jumped up, and then he could kill Yang Yi in many ways.

"stop!"

There was no way, still unable to defeat Zhang Yong, Yang Yi could only shout in time, so Zhang Yong jumped lightly to the side.

"I, Cio, want to die! Dare you try to cut off your children and grandchildren? You are looking for death!"

Zhang Yong was furious, and Yang Yi said anxiously: "Brother Yong, Brother Yong! There is a reason, there is a reason!"

Quickly getting up from the ground, Yang Yi touched his calf and grinned: "I knew I couldn't kick you, so I gave it a try."

Zhang Yong said with a proud look on his face: "You want to kick me with your weak leg-breaking skills? I was merciless just now, huh, if I just hit you back and cut off your descendants, hehe."

Yang Yi grabbed Zhang Yong's arm and said urgently: "Brother Yong, teach me!"

"Teach you what?"

"Teach me how to prevent my children from being cut off! I'm telling you, I'm at a disadvantage this time. I got kicked!"

Zhang Yong glanced down and said, "What's going on? Who kicked you, white, black or yellow?"

"White people."

"Are you tall? Are you big?"

"He is tall, not very big, but his muscles are really well developed."

Zhang Yong frowned and said, "That's wrong. With your current skills, it's impossible to escape."

"I took the kick on my own initiative. I took the kick in exchange for stabbing my opponent to kill him. However, does this have anything to do with race?"

"Demonstrate to me the situation at that time."

Yang Yi copied what he saw at that time, and then said: "The situation was like this at that time. If I avoided it and then counterattacked, he would probably hit him with one shot, so I had no choice but to take it hard."

Zhang Yong breathed out and said: "That's right. You have to know one thing. This kick is also a kick to the vaginal leg. It is particularly about speed. It has to be fast, hard and accurate enough. The kick hit the mark. You are guaranteed to make your opponent incapacitated, but if you miss the kick, it will be disastrous and the goal will be exposed. You can counterattack as much as you want, so although this kick is very powerful, few people use it."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yong pointed to Sergey next to him and said: "Look at them, they are tall, big, and powerful. But they are powerful, but their kicking speed is slow. Generally speaking, white people and If a big guy attacks you, fists are the first choice. They rarely use kicks, and it’s even less likely to touch their vaginal legs.”

Yang Yi looked stunned and said: "So that's it, then how should I avoid such a kick?"

"How to hide... Just hide like that. You just have to be faster than him, or you kick his supporting leg. In short, when you encounter a tall person, you can attack him."

Zhang Yong's interest rose, and he waved his hand and said: "Come here, you imitate that person's movements, and the two of us will fight."

When it comes to reviewing matters, no one is more suitable than Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's imitation was at least 90% accurate. He kicked Zhang Yong, then imitated the action of firing a gun with his fingers, and waved towards Zhang Yong while kicking.

Zhang Yong's choice was different from Yang Yi's. He did not choose to take the kick forcefully, but turned sideways, letting Yang Yi's kick miss and at the same time, he stepped forward, his shoulders directly leaning on Yang Yi's chest, and then his hands The fist struck quickly, one punch hit Yang Yi's hand imitating a gun, and the other punch hit Yang Yi's throat directly.

After knocking Yang Yi to the ground with one punch, Zhang Yong withdrew his fist and said, "Do you understand?"

Yang Yi got up from the ground and said helplessly: "You are Wing Chun, I can't use it."

Zhang Yong nodded and said: "Yes, we have different styles. It is a bit difficult for you to use my way to face the enemy. However, I know who you are fighting against."

"who?"

"SAS, British Special Air Service Regiment. If you learned it correctly, then the person you fought with was using SAS standard fighting skills. You can't be wrong."

Zhang Yong made a quick kick while drawing a gun, and said: "This action is used by everyone who comes out of SAS. It is one of the standard quick reaction actions when suddenly attacked, but they are raising their vaginal legs, let's be honest. It's neither fish nor fowl, but then again, the main purpose of this kick is not to kick your vitals, but to hit wherever it goes, and it's mainly used to distance you for easier shooting."

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, there is basically no fighting skill in this world that I don't know."

Yang Yi said with emotion: "As expected of Brother Yong, he is awesome. Then I want to practice how to prevent the vaginal legs from being lifted. You can teach me."

"There's nothing to teach you. You should know how to do it by now. No one specializes in lifting the vaginal legs. You should practice it specifically to use the hair."

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment and said: "I have a psychological shadow. I must practice. If I encounter this kind of thing again in the future, I will never get kicked again."

Zhang Yong said in a dumbfounded voice: "Aren't you? Now the Djokovic may be coming, and it's time for a big fight. What are you doing to lift your vaginal legs at this time?"

"It's not about practicing the vaginal kick, it's about preventing yourself from being kicked by the vaginal kick. I want to take some time to practice specifically."

The corner of Zhang Yong's mouth twitched a few times, then he waved his hand and said: "Get out!"

Yang Yi grabbed Zhang Yong's arm again and said with a sincere expression: "I'm really having a psychological problem. Brother Yong, please help me!"

"It's no use practicing this!"

"I have a psychological shadow, Brother Yong! I want whoever touches his vagina and legs in front of me to make him suffer!"

"No time."

"I have time. Djokovic hasn't come yet. When Djokovic comes, I have to wait for Big Ivan and the others to take action. It may take a few days. Brother Yong, do me a favor and do some targeted training!"

Finally, Zhang Yong said helplessly: "Okay, okay, let's find some protective gear. Since you want to be abused, I have no choice but to help you."