The Sims of the Realms

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Chapter 45

Alluring night.

The bar street is even more noisy and lively.

The people on the ground, surrounded by many girls, are having sex and drinking, so uncomfortable, while the people on the ground, with their upper bodies naked, collide with flesh and blood, and their blood boils.

Each does his own thing, without any violation.

Only a store facing the street looked so peaceful, two fierce and strong men guarded the door as if they were afraid that someone would come to consume.

A group of people came out of the store one after another.

The eyes of the two strong men fell on one of them, and they couldn't help showing admiration. This is a legend in their training ground.

I'm afraid no one would have thought,

In this little-known little training ground, a super boxer who has won 170 fights in a row and has never lost a match unexpectedly emerges.

Lin Weiran got into the car.

Although it is incomparable with the taxis in the main world, owning a car is definitely a sign of status in this era.

"Where did you get the car? It's enough for you to brag for a while." Lin Weiran looked at Zhang Feng and joked, and the latter laughed.

"Thanks to you, my brother just mentioned it a few days ago. If it weren't for the high-end competition today, I wouldn't be willing to drive it out."

"Isn't he just a kicker? Why, is he still unable to transform energy? I feel that my cultivation has improved a little recently.

Under Huajin, none of them should be my opponents. You can be a little bit more rebellious. To be honest, the nearest opponent is a bit stretched. "

Lin Weiran said lightly.

"The boxers we are dealing with now are at this level, and they are still a bit behind the top black boxers, but this time we are going to the largest underground boxing arena in Xiangjiang, so let's talk about defeating this opponent first."

"The biggest boxing ring...

Is it among the top combat power? "

Lin Weiran nodded, then closed his eyes to calm down his heart. Ye Wen often told him that practicing martial arts is to train the mind.

The mood is not strong, it is difficult to reach the peak.

"Here, get out of the car!"

Lin Weiran entered the so-called largest black boxing arena, which is a veritable underground boxing arena because it is in an air-raid shelter 30 meters underground.

Dim lights, swollen blood, waving fists, flying flesh, this is the inherent message conveyed to many people by the underground black boxing in the movie.

However, after Lin Weiran experienced it himself, he realized that these movies are completely from reality, and the scenes in the movies are not exaggerated.

It can be said to be realistic, even restrained.

"I used to fight here too, at that time, black boxing hadn't developed much, and those who came to fight black boxing were amateurs.

At that time, a master of dark energy like me was completely a big killer. Many behind-the-scenes bosses offered me a price to recruit me. That feeling, tsk tsk! "

Zhang Feng had a smug look on his face.

"In that case, why didn't you fight again?" Lin Weiran asked curiously, Zhang Feng shook his head and sighed.

"At that time, the level of black boxing fighters was not high, and the reason why black boxing was able to develop mainly relied on blood to attract audiences.

You can't imagine that there was a popular style of fighting in black boxing for a while, that is, to fight with gloves covered with glass shards. "

Lin Weiran seemed to be able to imagine it.

Zhang Feng continued: "Before the start of the match, the boxing ring will smear the gloves with glue in advance, and then stick the tempered glass on the gloves.

Such gloves are worn on the hands after drying, like a mace, and every punch on the body must be bloody.

The reason why the boxing field uses such gloves is actually to pursue sensory stimulation, and it is not what I want if I continue to fight. "

In fact, Zhang Feng is the same as Lin Weiran.

At the beginning, he boxed with the idea of ​​​​sharpening himself, and it was meaningless to box after losing his original intention, so he quit.

Lin Weiran can understand.

Just like now, when two fighters are fighting in the ring, they are about the same size, both about 1.8 meters tall.

The duo bumped into each other as the match began.There are no gorgeous moves, no brilliant skills, and they all desperately hit the opponent's head, abdomen, lower body and other important parts.

Crotch "chicken" decisiveness often occurs.

They kept attacking, bang bang bang, without gloves, just the muffled sound of fists hitting flesh.

The audience under the ring saw this scene,

Shouting loudly: "Hit! Hit! Kill him!"

Not long after, a boxer couldn't hold on and fell down with a thud. If you thought the boxing match was over...

That's absolutely wrong!

The other boxer didn't stop and rushed forward, pulled the fallen opponent's hair and pulled him up violently, then grabbed his head and slammed into his knee!

No one in the boxing ring came out to stop it.

The people at the scene showed no sympathy or even applauded loudly.Finally, after hitting three times in a row, the boxer let go of his opponent.

He then throws his hands up!

Howl like a trapped animal!

"What the hell kind of world is this!" Lin Weiran was furious, although he had seen this scene more than once.

The people who came out of Zhang Feng's training ground would never be like this. The only time he killed an opponent was when Lin Weiran made his first appearance to get revenge.

"Brother, black boxing is so cool!"

The boxer jumped off the ring and came to one person, a middle-aged man with a beard and a gray gown, who looked unsuitable no matter what.

"They are all amateur players, let you vent your anger, you must practice hard after you go back, and don't go to the ring again if you don't have dark energy."

Before the boxer could speak, he heard Zhang Feng say: "This bearded man is your opponent, poke Hu Yi."

"He brought his brother?"

Zhang Feng said in a deep voice: "The people poking at the door are vicious, and almost all of them have seen blood. I guess they brought his brother here to practice their hands."

"It's just practice, heh."

Lin Weiran sneered.

After two more games, although it was bloody, it was not as bloody as before. After half an hour, it was Lin Weiran's turn to play.

This time, it was rare for a referee to appear in the arena. Let me briefly introduce Lin Weiran and Hu Yi, that is to say the record.

By the way, leave plenty of time for people to place bets.

In fact, this game has been scheduled for a long time, and all the people who should come have already come. Most of the people in the second-floor stands are wealthy people from afar.

Lin Weiran looked at Hu Yi.

The boxing proverb says that the hands are two doors, and the legs are all used to hit people. The hand hits three points and the foot kicks seven points. Pricking the feet is a martial arts method that places great emphasis on the use of both hands and feet.

According to legend, poking feet began in the Song Dynasty and flourished in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. According to folklore, Wu Song used the jade ring steps and mandarin duck feet in the poking feet in the story of Wu Song drunk beating Jiang Menshen, so some people still call poking feet "Water Margin Gate".

"Hu Yi!"

"Lin Weiran!"

The two reported their names politely, and then, when the game started, Hu Yi kicked out, and the flexibility of poking his feet could be fully reflected in him.

Dominating the waist, assisting the shoulders and hips, hands from the spine, and feet from the buttocks, both use the waist to open the shoulders and hips, and often cooperate with the ground movement.

Under Lin Weiran's feet, the two-word clamp sheep and horse were attacking and defending together. The moment the two collided, they clashed secretly, and Hu Yi immediately became serious.

Is a master!

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Chapter 46 Baby Sleep

Hu Yi's foot poking practiced real kung fu!

After a simple confrontation, Hu Yi has already judged that Lin Weiran is a master, so his kicks are no longer as crazy as they were at the beginning, but somewhat restrained.

Lin Weiran also cheered up very much.

The two walked around the stage, looking for each other's flaws. He observed that when Hu Yi walked around, his upper body hardly moved.

Every step I take is like being measured with a ruler. There is almost no error in the stride of about half a meter. Every step I fall is like a nail nailed to the ground.

"Amazing skill in playing the game!"

Lin Weiran couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Is there any mistake, what are these two people doing, what are you doing blindly, fuck him! Fuck, I am better than them!"

"That's right, embroidered fists and legs!"

"It's not like 20 years of blood clots can't walk at this pace, you see that little boy is even more funny, damn it, won't he catch eggs?"

"Fuck you... what are you doing!"

This person was sarcastically mocking, when his eyes suddenly went dark, he was blocked by a person and was about to yell at him, but he suddenly felt that this person looked familiar.

It was the murderer who almost killed his opponent just now.

"Fuck you! If you don't use martial arts, just shut your mouth. The two of them can hit you ten times with one hand and one leg! Even I am no match!"

The man's momentum weakened: "Really..."

"National art, only killing people, not performing!"

In the arena, Hu Yi saw that Lin Weiran's offense and defense were integrated, and it was not an option to keep wandering and probing, so he made a false move, and then showed his real kung fu.

He staggered his feet, strode forward suddenly, and ran to Lin Weiran's side, his upper body remained motionless, and kicked Lin Weiran's right temple sideways with his right foot.

This trick can be regarded as the stunt of poking the foot.

Don't look at Hu Yi's simple kick, which looks ordinary, but in fact the real kung fu of many schools is hidden in a simple move.

This one of his is a kick, but it's actually a point. Lin Weiran is sure that the point on Hu Yi's toes is as good as gold and iron.

Even a ten-centimeter-thick wooden board will be broken. If it is kicked on the temple, one can imagine what will happen to Lin Weiran.

Lin Weiran protects her temples with her elbows.

Hu Yi's foot directly touched Lin Weiran's elbow, and a sharp force was transmitted into his body, and Lin Weiran relieved the force with half a step.

Then he turned to face Hu Yi.

This is the centerline theory of Wing Chun.

Always face the enemy. Based on the center line theory, hitting the opponent will be within the shortest distance, and the line between two points is the shortest. This is the most scientific way of playing.

Wing Chun, the Japanese word punches!

Lin Weiran's fists hit like a storm, and the strength of Wing Chun is also its characteristic, which is that attack is the best defense.

Therefore, Wing Chun is not good at defending. Lin Weiran was ready to make a move while blocking with his elbow.

"Crap! Awesome!"

"This fist has an afterimage!"

"Master Hu, don't fight with him, try to cut him in the middle!"

……

"It's such a powerful fist, with such pure strength, the opponent can't be Ip Man's direct disciple! Wing Chun boxing is the best for footwork, it's true."

Hu Yi suffered from pain and thought in his heart at the same time.

Wing Chun, short and fast, is most suitable for close combat. If you poke your feet and touch this kind of boxing, you will lose your advantage. Hu Yi has already begun to feel bad.

Suddenly, Hu Yi noticed that Lin Weiran's dark energy was restrained, and he immediately reacted, yes, Lin Weiran only looks so big, so what if he practiced dark energy?

It must be empty after hitting the dark energy a few times!