The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Chapter 312

The news about Ma Xiaotiao and I setting up the ring spread quickly, and I don’t know if someone was behind it.

After Jia Wenmin learned about this, she immediately called me to confirm.

"It's okay to compete in the ring, but wouldn't it be too risky to sign a life-and-death certificate?" he asked on the other end of the phone.

"Brother Jia, people are riding on me, do you think I can bear it?"

"But……"

I interrupted him with a smile: "If I really have any shortcomings, Brother Jia will remember to help my brother find a Feng Shui treasure land."

"Feng shui treasure land?" He said with a smile, "I don't dare to do this. I have to communicate with the third brother."

"No, you'd better not tell Third Brother about this." I said, "If Third Brother finds out, don't call me and scold me to death. Don't worry, I have a sense of propriety. No matter what, nothing will happen to me." of."

Jia Wenmin is a smart man. When he heard what I said, he quickly understood: "Since you have your own plans, I won't say anything more. If you need my help at that time, just say it."

"Okay, Brother Jia."

After hanging up the phone, I went to find the Dog King.

This guy was even more excited than me when he heard that I was going to fight someone in an iron cage to fight to the death. "Old Yang, yes! You are as courageous as I was when I was young! Brother, when I was your age, I have also fought with people in the arena of life and death.”

"Okay!" I said helplessly, "I didn't come to you to hear you say this. Besides, a good man doesn't talk about his bravery. Is it interesting that you talk about how you were when you were young every day?"

"Why is it boring? These are all fucking memories! Do you know what youth is?"

"Youth?" I almost laughed because this old dog actually knew the word "youth".

"Forget it, looking at you like this, I don't understand even if I tell you." Instead, he looked at me with a look of disgust on his face, "Tell me, what do you want to do when you come to see me?"

"Of course I'm looking for you to help me practice." I said.

Hearing what I said, he looked happy: "Okay! I'm so busy!"

Ever since the Dog King taught me his Earth Technique Boxing, he kept saying that he wanted to test my boxing skills.

I was too lazy to pay attention to him before. Whenever he made a move, I would use my third brother to suppress him.

After going back and forth, he no longer had this idea.

Although I didn't spar with him often, I wasn't lazy. Every morning and evening, whenever I had time, I would do a set of punches.

Although I don’t expect this punch to do anything for me, I feel that at least this way I can keep fit every day.

Having said that, since I started practicing boxing, my physical fitness is really better than before.

"I only have five days. During these five days, I want to improve the killing skills you taught me last time." I went straight to the point.

The Dog King smiled: "Five days are enough! Shall we start now?"

"Now?"

"Otherwise? How long do you want to wait?"

I breathed out: "Okay."

When I went to the Dog King's training room, he brought his specially made wooden man over and asked me to practice his improved Earth Technique boxing.

I held my breath and stood still, staring at the wooden man in front of me who had been modified by the Dog King.

The wooden figure has a rough appearance, and every joint has been cleverly modified, as if it contains endless mysteries.

I took a deep breath, clenched my fists, and followed a mysterious and complicated trajectory to attack the wooden man.

My punches are fierce, and every blow is like thunder breaking through the air, with the sound of roaring wind.

The wooden man's joints made a "clicking" sound, as if they were trembling vaguely under the strong wind of my fist.

There were heavy shadows of fists, and I seemed to be fighting a wooden man on a fierce battlefield. Every blow I made seemed to be dueling with an invisible master.

At this moment, all I could hear was the collision of fists and wood!

"Stop!" The dog king's voice interrupted my rhythm.

I looked at him in confusion, and he frowned and said, "What the hell are you beating up?!"

I was immediately scolded by him and lost my temper.

"With your fighting style, you have to do your best before others fall!" The Dog King stood in front of the wooden man, "Watch carefully, the punch must not only be fast, but also powerful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dog king's fist suddenly shot out like a cannonball, hitting the wooden man's chest and abdomen hard.

For a moment, the wooden man seemed to be hit by a huge force, and his whole body trembled, making a series of sounds like wood breaking!

This punch from the Dog King was simply extremely domineering!

His rough arm muscles exploded in action, and every muscle was like a sculpture, full of the beauty of power.

"Do you see clearly?" The dog king looked back at me, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his eyes, "Punches must not only be fast, but the most important thing is strength! You are not required to have every punch with the force of a full blow. , but when you hit the vital point, you must have the same effect as I just did."

His tone became more serious: "When fighting with people, the most important thing is observation and patience. You have to be like a hunting cheetah, quietly observing the prey and waiting for the best opportunity."

He waved his fist gently, his posture was light but majestic, and continued: "When your opponent attacks, you must learn to dodge and respond, and don't resist. You must be as flexible as running water to avoid their attacks. Find their flaws.”

The Dog King suddenly sped up his movements, and his punches were as dense as a violent storm, but each punch was extremely targeted, as if drawing precise trajectories in the air.

Although his movements are fast, they are not messy, and every strike is full of power and accuracy.

"Look, this is the boxing technique in actual combat." He stopped and gasped, "In actual combat, you can't have the opportunity to hit with all your strength every time. So, you have to learn to find ways to fight while maintaining your physical strength. Opportunity, a fatal blow."

The Dog King walked up to me, his eyes like daggers: "Remember, the real master is the one who can control the battle mentally and physically. Your heart must be as stable as a mountain, and your punches must be as fierce as thunder." Only in this way can you be invincible."

I nodded: "I understand."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Are you sure you understand?"

"Ah."

"Okay, let's have a fight and let me see how much you understand."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and punched me.

I quickly turned sideways, letting his fist pass by, feeling the power with the sound of wind.

Adjusting my breathing, I concentrated and prepared myself for his next attack.

The dog king smiled slightly, obviously satisfied with my reaction.

His movements suddenly became faster and more elusive!

I tried to keep up with his rhythm, trying to find flaws in his offensive.

Suddenly, I discovered an opportunity!

In one of Dog King's turning movements, he left a brief gap.