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Next to him, Wang Baoqiang clutched his stomach and rolled to the wall to lean on him, beating him to death without standing up.

The guy who had just gotten up after being knocked down lay down again in less than a second.

So many of them were beaten by Ding Xiu alone. No one believed it when it was spread, but that was the fact.

"Snapped!"

At this time, Ding Xiu hooked his hands around a man's neck and bumped his knees upwards.

The first blow, the second blow was blocked by the opponent's elbow, and the third blow broke the defense. His knee was on his stomach, and he almost vomited out stomach acid.

Unwilling to give up, Wu Jing ran up behind Ding Xiu at some point, put his hands on his waist, and tried to lift him up, hoping to give him a hug.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Xiu lowered his body and took a horse stance. Even though Wu was frightened and pulled out the willow, he didn't move. He turned around, bent his elbow, and smashed it down hard.

"thump!"

Wu Jing fell to the ground, clutching his waist and moaning: "Damn it, you're going to kill me, my waist is about to break."

Ding Xiu didn't say anything. By now, there were only a few people standing. There was a lot of people lying on the ground. The few people standing looked at it from a distance and didn't dare to come forward.

"You just feel like you're not going to be able to do it anymore, just hold on tight."

"Stay strong, come here."

"I'm not going." Wang Baoqiang shook his head like a rattle.

He was hit by the whip leg, and the pain still hadn't disappeared. He really didn't want to experience it a second time.

"That big man, come here."

"Brother Xiu, my feet are numb."

"Brother Flathead."

"Brother Xiu, my stomach hurts."

Ding Xiu called several people in succession, but no one was willing to step forward to make gestures.

Who dares to fight with him? He is not a human being in a fight. Even if ten people fight together, they will not be able to test their limits.

"What a pity." Ding Xiu sighed regretfully.

This was the reason why he didn't like to fight with others in the past two years. No one could fight. Even if ten people came together, they couldn't force him to use his full strength.

And I don’t dare to use too much force, for fear of hurting others, and I am a bit timid.

"Stop lying on the ground. I'll get you some medicinal wine to rub it."

As soon as the words fell, the people on the ground got up.

The reason why I didn't get up before was because I didn't dare to get up. I was afraid of being beaten, so I just pretended to be dead on the ground. Now I don't have to pretend anymore if I don't get beaten.

A few minutes later, in the yard, a group of shirtless men were seen, working in pairs, rubbing medicinal wine on each other.

The screams echoed one after another.

If you look carefully at their bodies, you can see that they are more or less injured, some are green and some are purple.

There was no way, there was no one who wouldn't be injured in a martial arts competition. Even with protective gear, some areas still couldn't be protected. After the blows were hit on the head, everyone couldn't care too much and just took turns with their fists.

Ding Xiu sometimes couldn't hold back his hand and would inevitably strike harder.

Holding an apple in his hand and playing with it, Ding Xiu came to Wu Jing and said with a smile: "Brother Jing, today is really troublesome. I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

Grabbing the apple, Wu Jing took a big bite and said, "It's my duty, and I also want you to spend more time training me."

Ding Xiu smiled and said: "Good brother, you are thinking about me so much. I will definitely try my best to help you. From now on, I will follow today's standards every day. I will beat you in the morning and you will beat me in the afternoon."

The cold wind blew, and everyone looked over.

Still fighting?

It's okay to get beaten once, but why do you still get beaten every day? Who can withstand this?

Wu Jing's eyes flashed. It seemed that if he didn't convince Ding Xiu, he would never be able to stop it. It would be outrageous to bring a dozen brothers to be beaten every day.

Since a dozen or so are not enough, let's add more people, twenty, thirty, or really fifty. The most important thing Shicha Sports School lacks is big men.

"Brother Xiu, do you think this will work? I'll bring more people over tomorrow."

Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "Okay."

It's not easy to find a sparring partner. Ordinary people are weak and cannot fight him, and they can't resist beatings. It's different in sports schools. They practice martial arts every day, know fighting techniques, and have good physical fitness.

It's just that he can't mobilize these people, and they are not his subordinates.

It would be great if Wu Jing could help him recruit people.

In the afternoon, a dozen people gathered in a circle in the yard to watch Ding Xiu and Wu Jing's actual sparring.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Wu Jing's fierce high-side kicks were aimed at Ding Xiu's head. Ding Xiu blocked them all with his arms, talking while blocking them.

"If you can't exert enough force, point your toes higher."

"Pay attention to the twist of the body, grip the ground with the five toes, and transmit the power to the calf through the sole of the foot. The calf drives the thigh, and the lower body drives the upper body. Kick out in an instant."

"Get used to the back of your feet."

"Attack the enemy with seven points, keep three points for yourself, and don't use all your strength, otherwise once they defend you, they will immediately counterattack your central gap, and you will have no time to defend it."

"I'll teach you a combo next..."

What Ding Xiu teaches is not anything advanced, but very common attack methods, kicking, boxing, and simple defense in Sanda.

But he has strong practical combat experience. Ordinary things immediately become extraordinary when they fall into his hands. There are no fancy moves, and every attack is aimed at the enemy's openings and vital points.

For example, one of his martial arts theories is that minor injuries can be exchanged for major injuries, and major injuries can be exchanged for lives.

After listening, all the members of the sports school were dumbfounded. The afternoon of teaching simply opened the door to a new world for them.

The next day, early in the morning, someone came to Ding Xiu's house.

Under the leadership of Wu Jing, thirty men came in, with an average age of twenty-five. They were all energetic, strong and muscular.

Going there, it feels very oppressive.

Fortunately, the yard is big enough, otherwise it wouldn't be able to accommodate them.

"Zhang Cheng, I heard that one of the eight of you was beaten to a pulp yesterday. I came over today to see for myself."

"I don't think I'm a celebrity, so I'm afraid of getting hurt, so I don't dare to do anything."

"Fart, no matter how scared you are of getting hurt, you can still fart one out of ten. Ding Xiu is really strong."

"You will know what a martial arts movie is in a while."

"Ding Xiu is the strongest and most capable fighter in Chuanburi Kung Fu I have ever seen in my life."

"Ten people yesterday, twenty people should be able to do it today."

"Quiet, here we come."

Today, Ding Xiu's face was glowing and he was very happy. His blood was already boiling even before the fight started.

After greeting everyone, they were divided into teams of fifteen, each wearing protective gear.

He wasn't that arrogant when he hit thirty at once.

Thirty people, the yard was almost full, and no one could hold back the crowd.

Wu Jing took the camera and stood excitedly on the stone table to record the scene. Such a big scene was rare, maybe only once in this life.

"superior!"

I don't know who shouted, and fifteen big men rushed towards Ding Xiu.

Some of the people in this team have just arrived today. They have heard that Ding Xiu is powerful, but they don't believe in it.

One against ten, is it possible? It's obviously impossible. Why are you bragging...

"Wow!"

The first figure flew out first and lay on the ground groaning.

After the first one, the second one followed.

There were a lot of people today, so Ding Xiu didn't dare to hold back, otherwise he would definitely lose.

He used all his strength without being a killer.

Facing fifteen martial arts practitioners, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep and killing them in all directions. Elbows, fists, legs, knees, and every joint in the body were his weapons.

Under his fist, someone screamed every second.

No more than yesterday when someone was beaten to the ground and could get up to fight the second or third battle, today it was rare for someone to get up again after lying down.

Another group of fifteen people watching the battle were responsible for treating the wounded. They would help anyone who fell down to the side. Within five minutes, Ding Xiu was the only one left standing.

I saw his lips parted, breathing heavily.

Even though Ding Xiu seemed to be alright, he actually received a lot of punches and kicks, and was almost overwhelmed by their massive crowd tactics twice.

After taking a few deep breaths, Ding Xiu waved: "Next batch."

Wu Jing looked solemn, holding a camera in one hand and waving forward with the other: "Up."

Ding Xiu is a little different today. He is still the same person, but with more momentum.

That's right, it's momentum.

Master Wu Bing had mentioned momentum to him before, and he had seen it before, but it was not mysterious.

The blowing up of a big cock in a fight is also a kind of momentum. When two men fight and get angry, the momentum is different.

But Ding Xiu's momentum was different from theirs.

After the first round, he just stood there with an intimidating gaze, like a furious lion, not daring to let anyone get close to him, feeling terrified in his heart.

"Boom!"

"thump!"

"Fuck you!"

"wild."

"Ah! My legs, bro, be merciful."

"Brothers, he's going to die soon. Come on."

"Hey, I don't want to play anymore."

"Depend on!"

Three minutes after the battle started, the second group of people were beaten to the point of losing their morale. They hid to the side one by one, unable to move forward. The few buddies who were lying down were quickly pulled away.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jing was speechless. He knew that he was frightened and there was no need to fight anymore.

He didn't blame them, he was scared himself.

I had just beaten a team of fifteen people, how could I fight another fifteen people, and the more I fought, the more courageous I became.

"I'm sorry, my attack was a bit harsh." Ding Xiu walked up to an injured person, raised the other person's arm, and pulled it until the dislocated arm recovered.

After looking around, there were no serious injuries, and he would be full of energy after a few days of rest.

"Brother Xiu, you have a nosebleed." Wang Baoqiang gave Ding Xiu a tissue and pointed at his nose.

Ding Xiu wiped it gently, and it was true that he was too excited to pay attention.

It looked like he had actually been punched in the nose.

Not only his nose, but also the corners of his mouth and head would be red after being punched several times.

The calves and thighs were hit, and they also felt a little stinging. I don’t know how many new pimples were added.

"Brother Xiu, are you accepting a disciple? I want to train with you."

A lame young man ran up to Ding Xiu and said.

Hearing this, the air suddenly became quiet, and dozens of heads looked at Ding Xiu.

Compared with Ding Xiu, the teachers in the sports school were extremely weak. Most of the things they taught were performances for competitions and they had no actual combat ability.

If you can practice martial arts with Ding Xiu, why go to a sports school?

After practicing for a year and a half, beating four or five ordinary people is not like playing.

There is no guarantee that he will become a martial arts master in the future.

These people have been practicing martial arts since they were young. It would be false to say that they don’t have a passion for martial arts. No one has ever dreamed of becoming a master.

Who is willing to miss this opportunity to realize their dreams?

Ding Xiu looked at the young man in front of him: "Do you know Baji?"

He had some impression that this guy had used Bajiquan when he fought with him. It was the kind of Bajiquan performed in sports schools. As soon as he stamped his feet, before he could breathe, he kicked him into his lap and lay on the ground moaning. .

The young man scratched the back of his head and said with a smile: "I practice Wu's Baji."

His Bajiquan was taught by the teacher at the sports school. Not only him, but most of the people who came today have learned Bajiquan. After all, it is a famous boxing.

Among the many brothers in this class, he is considered to be doing better.

But compared with Ding Xiu's Baji, it's a world of difference.

Good guy, that's called a fierce attack, with fists, elbows and knees, hitting them with three axes until they fall to the ground. The force is too strong.

Even if the teacher from the sports school came over today, he might not be able to withstand an elbow.

Holding the young man's hand, Ding Xiu said: "Forget it, just accept a disciple. If you have time, let's communicate together."

Wu Jing's mouth twitched. He was sure that the exchange Ding Xiu was talking about was most likely like today, with a group of people acting as sandbags for him.

The so-called free time means when he is not filming, and he may only have two or three opportunities a year.

"I'm sorry, I was rude." The young man blushed and said, "I will come to the door in person with the apprenticeship ceremony another day."

Real skills are kept secret, and if anyone has nothing to tell others, if they open their mouths to worship in public, they will definitely not do it, and they will not lose face.

It would be more formal to buy gifts another day and invite a famous teacher from the school to come with him.

Ding Xiu smiled and refused again: "I really have no intention of accepting a disciple."

Back then, Baoqiang didn't even try to learn from him, including Wu Jing these days.

Martial arts is a killing technique. Why should you teach it? Once you break the law, you may be in trouble for the rest of your life.

What he taught Wu Jing was just ordinary fighting techniques and did not include the killing moves he had learned.

Just look at the dozens of pairs of staring eyes at the scene and you will know that if you accept one today, you will be able to cross the threshold for apprentices in the future.

Using their skills, these people went to fight fiercely, and in the end they ended up causing more harm than good, harming him and destroying his family.

The young man was disappointed and forced a smile: "I'll bother Master Ding more in the future."

Patting him on the shoulder, Ding Xiu said, "Just call me brother. Master Ding is not used to it."

"Brother Xiu."

"Well, let's all rest first. I'll ask the assistant to order a few more tables of food and drinks at noon, so we can have some drinks together."

Back in the room, Ding Xiu took a shower and changed his clothes. He looked at the bruises on his body and grimaced in pain.

But today I played very comfortably, the most comfortable I have ever felt. It was as if the tightness in my chest was being beaten out, and my whole body felt comfortable.

At noon, the yard was bustling with activity.

Everyone was drinking and chatting, and the atmosphere was perfect.

"I'm not bragging. Brother Xiu received two punches from me. At that time, I withstood his fist and didn't even take a step back. I hit him with two punches."

"And me, my shadowless leg sweeps across Brother Xiu's lower body. It's my leg that gives you a chance to attack."

"Okay, stop bragging. If I hadn't strangled his neck from behind, you would have been knocked down long ago."

"You fart, it's obviously me who strangled you."

"Senior brother recorded the video, let's take a look..."

The video was in Wu Jing's hands, and the whole process was recorded. It was placed on the table again. Everyone was like watching a movie. Their first reaction was that Baji was fierce.

As the old saying goes, there is Taiji in Wen to stabilize the world, and in Wu, there are eight extremes to stabilize the world.

It is also said that in Tai Chi one does not go out for ten years, and in Ba Chi one year one beats people to death.

No matter which way you say it, it shows the ferocity of Bajiquan, but over the years, there are only a few real masters, and most of the active ones are liars.

As a result, ordinary people say that traditional martial arts cannot be practiced.

If this video was released, I don’t know how many people’s jaws would be shocked.