Chapter 348 Punch

The green trees on the roadside, whether tall or short, are lying across the road, blocking exactly a quarter of the road. I drove this road and planted this tree. If you want to From now on, I am left with the feeling of buying money.

A series of shocked eyes fell on me, and a gasp came from around me.

"The tree...is broken?"

"This is a bit fantasy! Is it because I read too many novels?"

"Look for the camera. It's probably a prank show to trick passers-by."

"Can any kindhearted person help me pull the bicycle out..."

After two or three seconds of silence, the crowd exploded, chattering around the disconnected tree.

"This fracture doesn't look like it was sawn in advance."

"It looks like it exploded from inside the trunk. Did he hide explosives in the trunk? How fucking boring is this?"

"Hey, call 110? There was someone seriously disturbing the traffic order in front of an adult store on Tingtang Road. Yes, he punched the thick green tree on the roadside. I was so scared that I threw away my bicycle. No! I'm not filing a false police report! What I'm telling you is the truth, why are you warning me?!"

It took a long time for the crowd to disperse. I stood next to the broken green tree and looked down to my right.

The entire arm was numb, the back of the hand was covered in blood, and the finger bones were almost broken.

"This is because I withdrew 10% of my strength at the last moment, otherwise this arm would have been completely destroyed."

I punched 20,000 times in my dream, and I had mastered most of the inner strength skills. However, in reality, my body was still at its initial stage and had not been trained and strengthened. This resulted in me almost losing my arm after punching with all my strength. Crash.

"Just half a step of Bengquan puts such a heavy load on the body. If I want to truly exert the power of this boxing method, I have to continue to train my body." With dual cultivation of ghost and Tao inside, and eight steps of Bengquan externally, as long as Give me time, both the Jiang family and the Sanyin Sect will be surpassed by me.

After asking Ergou to drag the green tree to the sidewalk, I returned to the house and bandaged my right hand briefly, and then went to the Taekwondo Hall with him.

Unlike Ergou who is gearing up to regain the spot, I just want to borrow the dynamometer in the club to see what my current limit is.

As the morning sun rises, the Taekwondo Hall is crowded, and almost all the members are here.

In the eighty-square-meter training room, in addition to the young man with a blue belt who clamored yesterday, there is also a middle-aged man with a black belt around his waist. His face has a vicissitudes of life, but his eyes are full of light, giving people the impression of a young man with a black belt. The unsheathed sword.

"Director Zhang, these are the two people who made an appointment with us yesterday." The young man with a blue belt pointed at Ergou and me.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and shook his head: "The steps are light and the center of gravity is unstable. They are just two laymen. There are too many people in China who are superstitious about ancient martial arts. Most of them are confused by the so-called masters. What about the really powerful people?" Maybe for a mere few thousand yuan in tuition, I can teach you the skills of keeping a low profile?"

"I told them the same thing yesterday. As a result, these two people not only didn't appreciate my good words, but also said bad words to us. No one was convinced, so we decided to ask for a fight." The young man with a blue belt seemed to be afraid of the curator. He was angry, made trouble, and put all the blame on Ergou and me.

"It's good to teach them a lesson to prevent them from being deceived again in the future." Director Zhang heard that someone was going to kick the club early in the morning. When he ran over in a hurry, he found that they were just two laymen. They were a little speechless and a little disappointed: "The legendary After all, ancient martial arts are just legends and no one has ever seen them. Those circulating among the people now cannot even be called martial arts, they can only be regarded as health-preserving gymnastics."

He sat aside and looked at the crowd in the training ground with little interest.

The young man with a blue belt saw Ergou and I coming in and took the initiative to walk out of the crowd: "I didn't expect you two to dare to come here? You are so brave. I will fight you in the first match today. My name is Chen..."

I waved my hands impatiently. In two days, the show will be broadcast live again. I don’t have so much time to listen to his nonsense: "Let’s start quickly, Ergou. I’ll be gentler later. The strength will start from the inside out." , it might lead to death."

After I finished explaining, I walked around the room with my hands behind my back, studying the use of the dynamometer.

The young man with a blue belt was halfway through introducing himself, but was interrupted without even saying his name. At this time, his face looked ugly, as if he was constipated: "Arrogant! Originally, I wanted to save some strength, but now it seems that it is not necessary. !”

There was suppressed anger in his voice: "Martial warriors fight, life and death depend on it. As long as both parties do not shout out the word admit defeat, the battle will continue. In addition, this is a battle between individuals. I hope everyone will not interfere."

He had already thought out the sequence of moves in his mind. He tapped his right leg on the ground and stared at the side of Ergou's face fiercely. As expected, he was probably preparing to hit Ergou's head with a side kick, leaving him speechless. Then he tortured me slowly to let out the hatred in his heart: "You will definitely remember my name in your heart forever. Today I will leave an indelible and painful memory in your life."

"Why haven't you started yet?" I frowned and stood aside, fiddling with the dynamometer with both hands. It was something like a boxing target, with a layer of leather on the outside and a pressure sensor inside: "My right hand is injured, it's better to use my left hand. ”

After chattering for a long time, the young man with blue belt finally got into his stance. He had a sneer on his face and acted very professionally. The other members around him nodded frequently. Even Director Zhang, the black belt, showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Little Chen Cai After studying for a year, I already have a blue belt, and I will be able to take the test for the next level immediately. My talent and perseverance are both top-notch, and I am the best prospect in my martial arts gym."

Hearing the words of admiration from the onlookers, the young man with the Cordon Bleu felt proud: "I have great talent. I have endured a lot of hardships this year to pass the Cordon Bleu test. You two laymen, take a little book and practice drawing gourds and ladles." You want to fight with me in one night? How ridiculous!"

"Today I will tear apart the deception of the ancient martial arts legend and let you walk in and leave lying down!"

He was high-spirited, as if he had seen the outcome of this duel, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

When Director Zhang called out for the start of the competition, he let out a loud roar with astonishing momentum, and quickly ejected his right leg from the ground, aiming directly at Ergou's head: "With this kick, you have already lost! "

His kicks are very fast, which is the result of hundreds of thousands of trainings. Even Director Zhang may not be able to dodge them.

The young man with a blue belt's eyes were shining, and his kicks were getting closer and closer to Ergou's head, but the other party showed no intention of hiding.

"Haha, he is indeed a layman. He must have been frightened out of his wits." As soon as this thought came to his mind, he suddenly felt a strong impact coming from his abdomen.

When he just raised his leg, Ergou took half a step forward and waved his right fist.

This punch is ordinary and ordinary, the only characteristic is that it is fast!

When his fist touched the lower abdomen of the young man with a blue belt, he just saw it. When he wanted to react, his whole body was out of control. His abdomen seemed to have been hit by a cannonball and flew several meters away!

Breaking the fist is like shooting an arrow, it is too slow to knock him down!

A large number of onlookers were knocked over by him, and Director Zhang suddenly stood up from his seat: "Inner energy!"

There were wailing sounds in the training hall. The originally high-spirited young man with a blue belt was paralyzed on the ground, and his bones seemed to be falling apart. He struggled several times without standing up, and finally gave up completely, lying on the ground like a dead fish. His eyes were wide open, still unable to believe that this was true.

"That's not what the script says!"

Standing in the center of the guild hall, Ergou was stunned for a moment: "So weak? I only practiced for one night, and I only used 50% of my strength just now."

The atmosphere in the clubhouse was a little awkward for a moment, and the onlookers felt their faces burning, as if they had been slapped several times.

Just when everyone didn't know how to break the deadlock, there was another loud noise from the dynamometer, and the onlookers instinctively looked there.

I pulled my hand out of the dynamometer, and there was a big hole in the originally intact leather boxing target. I coughed dryly, and I forced myself to stay calm: "There was definitely a problem with your machine before I came here. Don't expect it to happen." On me. Okay, you’re done fighting, Ergou, let’s go!”

Realizing that something was wrong with Director Zhang's eyes on us, I grabbed the two dogs and quickly left the Taekwondo Hall.

"Brother Jian, what is the limit of your punching strength you just tested?"

"Measure the wool, punch it through, and even the screen showing the numbers on it will be broken..."