A Panda's Martial Arts

"It's not shameful, I can't move my hands either."

Yamaguchi Xuangang shook his head helplessly, he was the same as Park Yongyeol in this respect.

The consequences of beating a panda are too great, at least he can't bear it, but although he can attribute the failure to hesitation, he has to admit that the panda's Guanshou is indeed faster and more ruthless than his Guanshou.

This is an undeniable fact, and it is also the pain in Yamaguchi Xuangang's heart.

"No way, I don't think there is anything."

Seeing that the two patients in the ward were starting to feel sad, Qiao Dong scratched his head in embarrassment.

He really doesn't think there is any problem, after all, he is an insider of the zoo and knows what's going on——

In the case of a panda being beaten, just say that the pandas are fighting each other.

As long as you don't beat them too hard, it's fine. Anyway, pandas are just animals, and they don't have the intelligence to identify murderers like them.

But he still lost.

Lost to the uppercut that grazed the chin.

Only now did he know that if the fist is held down, it will not be able to punch out, and the panda knows more than just that punch——

And that panda even has a considerable understanding of the structure of the human body. At least the way of hitting the chin to shake the brain is something that only a few people who have learned about fighting know.

This time, he lost to the panda in his most confident field.

"The teacher gave me a holiday, and I just want to go out and relax."

Putting the peeled apples on the table, Qiao Dong stood up.

"You're not hurt too badly. I guess you'll recover in a few days...Let's get together again later. It's not like we don't know each other."

"Wait a moment……"

Just when Qiao Dong was about to leave, Yamaguchi Xuangang spoke up.

"Qiao Jun, the "Unlimited Fighting Technique" you mentioned just now..."

"what happened?"

Qiao Dong's footsteps stopped.

"Any questions?"

"I mean, if you don't know how to improve, go and see."

Sighing, Yamaguchi Gengang closed his eyes.

"Although my martial arts make it impossible for me to recognize them, their school still has merit."

"In terms of "heart" cultivation, they are very good, which is exactly what you need now. "

Chapter 68

When Qiao Dong left with his bags on his back, it was already the next day.

The two sick patients have been settled, and although he himself has broken ribs, it's not a big problem.

On the contrary, it was the giant man Zhou Xu who kept asking for two mobile phones. After all, he also saw the panda with the mobile phone in his mouth that night, and the other party did not lie.

So after thinking about it for a while, Qiao Dong simply paid the money for the two mobile phones out of his own pocket. In a sense, they were not acquainted with each other, and the money was not a big deal to him.

But this does not mean that he will spend money randomly.

"It's so expensive to learn Unlimited Martial Arts? Are you serious?"

Seeing the price soaring to six figures, Qiao Dong was dumbfounded.

It's just to learn a fighting technique, isn't this really driving people to death?

"It is the founder of Unlimited Martial Arts, and Mr. Chen Haiwang personally teaches."

The staff responsible for selling courses opened their mouths to explain, with a professional smile on their faces.

"The 60-year-old Mr. Chen Haiwang has been retired for a long time. It is very rare to invite him to teach this time. Mr. Qiao, as you know, Mr. Chen Haiwang was even hired by the government as an instructor, and the level of teaching is trustworthy. "

"Ah this..."

Qiao Dong automatically ignored the bragging, and only remembered the three words "President Class".

Okay, no wonder the price is so expensive, the "President Class" sounds like it's here to butcher fat pigs——

The big bosses who are willing to sign up for classes are definitely not short of money. If it is really cheap, it will make those big bosses think this thing is not very good.

So after gnashing his teeth, Qiao Dong reluctantly paid the money. He really wanted to see how this "unlimited fighting technique" was going.

He had already thought about it, when he saw that Chen Haiwang, he would go up and punch that grandson first, to see if the opponent was as powerful as he blown out.

But when he retreated to the classroom door, he didn't see anyone who looked like a martial artist.

Only a middle-aged man who looked a little thin greeted him.

The middle-aged man wears glasses, combs his hair parted, is 1.7 meters tall, and looks like those township entrepreneurs in the 90s and [-]s in formal clothes. With a shrewdness.

That’s right, many big bosses who work hard on their own have this appearance. Wearing a suit worth [-] yuan looks like they bought it in a roadside store for [-] yuan. If you don’t take out your business card, you will think it’s selling insurance—— —But only when you receive the business card can you know how huge the factory is under the management of the other party.

Thinking about it, this middle-aged man was probably his classmate.

"Hello, my name is Qiao Dong."

Thinking of this, Qiao Dong greeted the middle-aged man.

"When will Mr. Chen come?"

"Teacher Chen?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback by the question.

"Which Teacher Chen are you talking about?"

"Chen Haiwang, Mr. Chen, don't you want to take his class?"

Qiao Dong scratched his head in embarrassment.

"My friend, you also bought the class, right? I don't know what to call it?"

"I?"

As if he heard something funny, the middle-aged man couldn't laugh or cry.

"I am Chen Haiwang."

"you?"

Qiao Dong narrowed his eyes.

The man in front of me... is Chen Haiwang?

This is Chen Haiwang?

That's it? That's it?

According to the information on the Internet, Chen Haiwang should be 60 years old——

Although this 50-[-]-year-old appearance can be said to be well-maintained, he didn't come here to learn any health-preserving courses.

He came here to learn martial arts.

"Om-"

Stepping forward and punching, Sha Bo's big fist hit the chest of the man in front of him.

Qiao Dong didn't know whether the man in front of him was Chen Haiwang, but if it was the real Chen Haiwang, he felt that the other party should be able to avoid his punches.

But to Qiao Dong's surprise, the man in front of him neither dodged nor blocked, but just stared blankly at his fist approaching.

That's more like...

Didn't respond?

"Oh!"

He was punched hard in the chest, and the man dressed like a township entrepreneur flew upside down. His gold-rimmed glasses were thrown into the air, but he didn't break the lenses when he fell to the ground.

"Phew, I was scared to death. Fortunately, I bought cheap resin lenses."

The man who was knocked down got up and walked over to pick up the glasses on the ground. There was no stagnation in the whole process, and there was no trace of myopia.

"By the way, young man, do you need to bandage your hand?"

"you……"

Covering his bloody right fist, Qiao Dong clenched his teeth.

And in his line of sight, on the chest of the man who was cleaning his glasses, those flickering cold lights pierced the thin shirt with a metallic luster.

"Is that a steel nail?"

"This is called a soft hedgehog."

The man chuckled, and simply took off his coat and the pierced shirt, only wearing a vest to reveal his muscular body, and also took off the piece of leather on his chest that was full of thumbtacks.

The leather is not too thin, and the thumbtacks can only show a little point when they are pierced through it——

But punching like Qiao Dong just now is equivalent to punching a dozen thumbtacks with a punch, and the sharp nails even hurt the bones a little bit.

"I do it by myself."

The man shook the pegboard-like leather chest protector in his hand.

"How is it? Are you really all right?"

"No."

Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, Qiao Dong gritted his teeth and bandaged the wound for himself.

This is still the habit he left behind when he was in the United States. He carried a handkerchief with him. When there was a street fight, he had something to bandage the wound after the fight—but he didn't expect that after such a long time, he would be able to wear this handkerchief again. Take it out and use it.

The wound itself was not very deep, but the ten fingers connected to the heart, and the fist hit the nail, the pain was really painful.

"This is Unrestricted Fighting Technique."

Throwing the leather pegboard into the trash, the man turned his head.

"Do you believe that I am Chen Haiwang now?"