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The King of Hell's three-point hand is a very famous move in Bajiquan. If the user's strength is too strong, it can break the opponent's arm. The moves are changeable and the attack methods are flexible. Generally, if you are entangled, the winner can be determined in an instant.

Wang Dalong thought he had succeeded, and a flash of joy flashed in his heart.

The next second.

The elbow did not hit Ding Xiu's ribs as expected. At some point, Ding Xiu took a small step back, and it was this small step that left a gap for the attack.

"Young man, this is not how the three-point hand of the King of Hell is used." Ding Xiu chuckled, shook Wang Dalong's wrapped arm away, and then wrapped it in the same way.

Knowing that Ding Xiu was not simple, Wang Dalong didn't dare to be careless. It was also because he thought of Ding Xiu's broken move just now that he thought about it, so he took a small step back.

In this way, Ding Xiu's elbow would definitely not hit his ribs.

"A little clever, but not much." Ding Xiu saw him retreating and calmly changed the movements of his hands, pressing his elbows down. Under the principle of leverage, Wang Dalong's body was forced to lower his waist.

"This is called losing the opponent without losing the elbow."

"This is called losing the elbow but not the shoulder." Ding Xiu did not push him with his elbow, but leaned on him with his shoulder. At the same time, he stepped forward: "This is called losing the shoulder but not the hip. I will give you a free move in the end."

Ding Xiu's right hand came out from under his ribs and slapped Wang Dalong's chin.

"Crack!"

Wang Dalong's upper and lower teeth collided, his head was numb, his body went blank, and his body flew backwards.

"Snapped!"

The body fell to the ground, hard, and it didn't recover for a while.

The referee blew the whistle and raised his hand to signal Ding Xiu not to move. He stepped forward to look at Wang Dalong's eyelids and opened his mouth.

During the martial arts competition, after being hit, you may become unconscious and bite your tongue. In severe cases, you may suffocate and die.

"It's okay." After a few seconds, the referee stood up and made a gesture, and everyone on the scene breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Xiaoyun stood up and sat down again. While he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes towards Ding Xiu became complicated. Not only him, but also many people present had the same look.

Wang Dalong studied martial arts under Liu Xiaoyun and has practiced martial arts for more than ten years. He has two brushes and some practical ability. It is said that when he was a student, he fought with others in school and had a record of one vs. two.

I didn't expect to lose so miserably at the hands of Ding Xiu. He was taken down so easily, as if he was beating a child.

Whether Wang Dalong is too weak or Ding Xiu is too strong, everyone is a bit unclear.

But now no one regards Ding Xiu as a packaged martial arts star who knows nothing.

"It's a pity that the tiger climbed up the mountain hard and couldn't see it." Ding Xiu put his hands in his pockets and looked at Wang Dalong who was being helped up. "You still have little actual combat experience. If you have nothing to do, you can find more people to fight. After dozens of fights a year, you should I can barely get started.”

Wang Dalong's Bajiquan training is still something, but it's a bit raw. The raw here refers to actual combat experience. It can be seen from the three points of the King of Hell that he is not very good at adapting.

Kung Fu is dead, but people are alive. If the order is reversed and disrupted, one move can be divided into several moves.

"Thank you." Wang Dalong cupped his fists and said with red eyes.

It wasn't that I was moved, it was because my teeth touched my mouth, it hurt, and I was about to shed tears.

He didn't take Ding Xiu's words to heart. What does it mean to have too little actual combat experience? Brother, I fought from junior high school to college, so I have a lot of experience.

There are still dozens of games a year, but I think I am afraid that the master will go to the bureau to deliver food to me.

What is the concept of playing dozens of games a year? Wang Dalong has only had dozens of fights in total over the years.

He is not a lunatic. When he is free, he just looks for trouble with others. He usually practices his own kung fu and does not offend others unless they offend him. Sometimes he does not necessarily have to fight for three to five years.

Ding Xiu asked him to fight dozens of times a year, fearing that he would become a frequent visitor to the police station and would be detained for fifteen days at a time. He would spend the entire year in the police station.

Of course, maybe you don't need to find someone to fight, you can also use sparring, but that is too inefficient. In reality, there are not many people who practice martial arts, and everyone you meet has different levels.

You don't need to use all your strength in a sparring match, and you won't use heavy blows or killer moves. There's no point in beating them down.

Ding Xiu turned around and nodded to Liu Xiaoyun on the referee's bench, then returned to the audience and sat down.

The one he wanted to beat was Liu Xiaoyun. He was just playing against these juniors. If possible, he would give some advice. But whether he listened or not would depend on the opponent's understanding.

At the referee's seat, Liu Yun solemnly said to his teacher Wu Jiang: "Master, did you see the change in Ding Xiu's hand just now?"

"I'm not blind." Wu Jiang said solemnly, "Young people are amazing."

"Yeah, the reaction speed is too fast. If I were on the field, I wouldn't have the adaptability he has."

"It's not that he reacts quickly, but that he has rich experience in actual combat. He must have practiced this move many times and fought it many times, so he immediately changes to a new attack method the moment the move is broken. This is an instinct engraved in his bones."

In a martial arts competition, winning or losing happens in an instant. It is your turn to come up with tricks. People with poor psychological quality, no matter how good they usually practice, will immediately become a king of boxing when they get on the ring.

People with good psychological quality and fighting experience are better, and they can subconsciously use the moves they have learned to break down moves.

Ding Xiu won easily. It could be seen that he had fought a lot in actual combat before. He could still talk while fighting Wang Dalong. It can only be said that he and Wang Dalong were not on the same level.

Liu Xiaoyun touched the stubble on his chin and thought: "Master, do you think I can win if I fight him?"

He was talking about how sure he was, not whether he could win, which meant that in Liu Xiaoyun's mind, he had already raised his attitude towards Ding Xiu to the same level as himself.

Wu Jiangxian glanced at him: "For the two of you, let's go for four or six."

"60% sure, pretty much what I thought." Liu Xiaoyun nodded in agreement.

Wu Jiang was speechless: "Sixty percent belong to others."

Liu Xiaoyun: "..."

"I'm only 40%?"

He has practiced martial arts for decades more than Ding Xiu, but his master actually said that he was only 40% sure of winning. It was so shocking.

He felt that he was 60% sure. Ding Xiu had a quick mind, quick reactions, and had actual combat experience. He also had these, and due to his age, he had more experience than Ding Xiu.

These years of playing competitions everywhere, experience in the ring, and understanding of Bajiquan, these things are better than Ding Xiu, there is no reason why he is only 40%.

Wu Jiang leaned back on the chair and said calmly: "If Ding Xiu's achievements are true, 40% of them are already smoke rising from your ancestral graves. It is very likely that you will not be able to get out even with a single move."

Wu Jiang knew Wu Bing. The two were old friends for many years. Yesterday, he called specifically to ask about Ding Xiu. When he talked about his achievements, Wu Bing's chest was thumped loudly, and everything he said was true.

He also praised Ding Xiu profusely, saying that if he hadn't been born in the wrong era, a hundred years ago, a Baji Grandmaster would not have been able to escape the title.

Grandmaster, these two words have not been heard in Wujiang for many years. I only read them in books. They generally refer to the sharp gun Li Shuwen, the tiger-headed young master Sun Lutang, the Confucian knight Du Xinwu, the iron Buddha's feet Shang Yunxiang, and the martial arts idiot. Xue Dian, Dan Dao Li Li Cunyi and others.

But these people are already legends and have been gone for too many years.

In the past fifty years, very few people have dared to say or recognize a guru.

Wu Bing said that Ding Xiu was the master. To be honest, Wu Jiang still didn't believe it. Modern society is different from the Republic of China.

A hundred years ago, the environment was relatively chaotic. Warriors killed people. Martial arts competitions were very common. It was possible that the master on a certain mountain was a martial arts master.

Their kung fu was forged by the injuries and deaths of their opponents.

The more you fight, the more you are injured, the more you kill, the more advanced your kung fu becomes. Those who come out to wander the world and are still alive in their fifties and sixties are undoubtedly masters.

It’s not that Wu Jiang is unwilling to admit it, it’s that it’s impossible to have a master in modern society, and he doesn’t have the conditions to fight for you.

Kung Fu is a killing skill. There are some unique tricks that kill people and cannot be stopped. But if you don't use them, you won't be able to show your true strength.

Therefore, some masters don't teach killing moves, and it would be better if they don't know how to do it. If they know how to do it, they may subconsciously take action when forced, and end up being shackled.

It was seventy or eighty when I went in, and it was seventy or eighty when I came out.

Closer to home, no matter how talented Ding Xiu is, Wu Jiang does not believe that he can become a master. Unless he goes to the border or works as a mercenary for a few years, he will never become a master if he has never seen blood.

Liu Xiaoyun smiled bitterly: "His records should be boasted by the media. I don't believe that one person can fight dozens of them."

Wu Jiang stroked his beard and shook his head: "I don't believe it either."

Both the master and the apprentice are martial arts practitioners, and they have been practicing martial arts for decades. They have an idea of ​​the maximum level a person can practice. If one can fight seven or eight times, that is the limit.

I dare not even think about beating dozens of them.

That is a martial arts story that can only be seen in Jin Yong's novels.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see. Come back tomorrow." Ding Xiu looked at it for a while and said to Zhao Liying beside him.

"Ah, don't you want to read it?"

"If I don't watch it, that's it."

He probably has an idea of ​​what this group of people is like, and he has not seen any of them who are capable of practicing hard. So far, he has not seen any of them.

Maybe there is one on the referee's bench, but I'm not sure. I'll have to help him to find out. When the last day ends tomorrow, he will try to find Liu Xiaoyun.

It was really impossible to let Wu Jiang and Liu Xiaoyun go together, but he didn't mind anyway.

If Wu Jiang and Liu Xiaoyun knew what Ding Xiu was thinking, they might not know how big the shadow area would be. While they were still discussing how sure they were to fight Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu was already trying to get them to fight together.

…

Ding Xiu appeared at the same university two days in a row, and it was difficult not to attract attention. Some students posted photos of their encounters with him online, and the reason why Ding Xiu went to the university became popular.

"Are you going to further your studies? After becoming famous, you will study. You are worthy of being my idol."

"Look at the places he goes to, the library, the football field, the canteen, and the teaching building. He is either playing sports or studying. He is really easy to learn."

"Other stars in the entertainment industry are following suit. Don't think that a little fame will last you a lifetime. This industry is all about culture to the end."

"God is studying for further study. The National Bajiquan Competition is held at this university. Ding Xiu is going to compete. Don't ask me how I know. The referee won't let me know."

"What you said upstairs is true. I testify that it's already the second round. Ding Xiu successfully qualified. Both of his opponents were killed instantly with one move."

"Fuck you, Niubi, the Bajiquan competition, Brother Xiu is here to win the championship."

"If he takes action, no one can beat him."

"Martial arts competitions are different from filming. In the crew, whoever the director wants to be awesome can be awesome. Fighting one against a hundred is just a matter of fingertips. Martial arts competitions are different. It's hard to say what Ding Xiu's actual combat ability is. "

"Stop guessing. He is indeed a master. At least ordinary people can't beat him. Tomorrow is the final. His strength should be able to enter the top five."

On the third day of the competition, as soon as Ding Xiu arrived at the school, he saw a large number of media blocking the door.

"Hello Mr. Ding, may I ask why you came to participate in the Bajiquan competition?"

"There's nothing to do."

"For the convenience of disclosure, how many do you think are your opponents?"

"Sorry, passing by."

"Hello, brother Xiu, can you sign your name for me?"

"Aren't you filming? Did you come here on leave?"

"I didn't ask for leave. Director Wang's actors have a lot of free time. I came here mainly to see the martial arts fellows who practice Bajiquan."

"Be safe, don't step on anyone, and take a few steps back, thank you."

"Who is touching me?"

It was not just the media who blocked him, some students who were not in class also came to join in the fun. There were so many people on the three floors inside and outside that it was difficult to walk.

Traveling without bodyguards and no one to clear the way, Ding Xiu had a hard time walking. He was often taken advantage of and groped along the way, crowded with people, and had his whole body touched by others.

The male classmate who nudged him from behind even gave him an elbow.

Madhu, who are you?

At the entrance of the gymnasium, students and the media were blocked out. Ding Xiu finally breathed a sigh of relief after entering.

Xu Haofeng joked: "A big star is a big star. He is very popular. Will you go through the front door or the back door?"

"Let's go through the back door, you can't get out from the front."

The pure white coat was scratched with fingerprints all over it, the zipper was about to collapse, and the shoulder area was still busy. Ding Xiu threw the coat to Zhao Liying and wore short sleeves.

"Old Xu, how many people are there today?"

"There's not much left. If we work in pairs, we can get it all done before noon today. We will gather in the afternoon to say a few words and announce the champion and runner-up, and then everyone can go back to their homes."

"If nothing else happens, you should be the champion. You can think about your acceptance speech in advance."

After watching so many games, Xu Haofeng felt that no one was Ding Xiu's opponent, and the championship was within his grasp.

"Brother, keep your voice down, people may hear you and think there is something shady."

"Hehe, for a referee to become a student is the biggest scandal."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. By the way, help me make an appointment with Liu Xiaoyun later. I'll wait for him at the football field."

"Don't worry, the words will be brought to you."

Xu Haofeng didn't need to guess why Ding Xiu wanted to date Liu Xiaoyun. Beating the students was not enough, so he beat the referee.

This is the most exciting scene of this Bajiquan competition, and you can’t miss it.

Ding Xiu found a seat in the audience and waited for the game to start.

Ten minutes later, the competition began. Before Ding Xiu could get his butt warm, it was his turn. His opponent was a man in his thirties, with a high nose, white face and beardless face, and thin lips. He looked very gentle.

It's just that his thick-jointed hands, which are much wider than ordinary people, are in stark contrast to his appearance.