Unparalleled Double Harmony

Chapter 93

After Song Xiang finished cursing, he didn't say anything else, and rushed forward with one stride.

His internal strength fists and feet are all fierce, and there are no particularly exquisite and unpredictable moves, so every shot is a frontal attack.

That Tang Weizhi is a serious man in the world, and he has not little actual combat experience. Such a simple attack, unless he is crushed in terms of skill, it is impossible to be effective.

At that moment, Tang Weizhi stretched out his arms and drew circles in a staggered manner, making a posture of "holding the handicap and guarding the inadequacy". , broke clean.

Just this round of confrontation, in the eyes of an insider, the outcome of the two is already obvious.

On the high platform next to the arena, Ma Zhao and Zhao Yuanyao, who were sitting on two chairs watching, immediately changed their expressions.

"Brother Ma, the one who came here today is quite capable." Zhao Yuyao spoke first.

"That's right...although it's not very powerful, but our young master might not be able to beat him." Ma Zhao continued.

"Brother Ma, you are from Jianghu Dao, can you see where this person came from?" Zhao Yuyu asked again.

"Hmm..." Ma Zhao pondered for a few seconds before replying, "It's the Kongtong Sect's kung fu, depending on his age... probably a disciple of the [-]th or [-]th generation."

This Tang Weizhi is obviously not very famous, maybe after he reported his name and sect, some people will say they have heard of him, but it is impossible for Ma Zhao to recognize him based on his appearance and his ordinary martial arts.

Zhao Yuyuan heard the words, thought for a while, and then said: "Then do you think our young master will lose within a few moves?"

"It's hard to say..." Ma Zhao said, "The opponent hasn't made any moves at the moment, he's trying to figure out his punching path, and when he's almost figured it out, I'm afraid it will be within ten moves."

While the two of them were talking, in the distance, under the stage...

Sun Yixie asked a question similar to Zhao Yuanyu's: "Hey, brother Huang, don't be afraid, tell me, how long can this Song guy hold up?"

Although Sun Yixie's martial arts attainments are still inexperienced, his knowledge is still good. After all, he has watched the entire Young Heroes meeting; he has seen so many duels between masters. You can tell who is strong and who is weak at a glance.

"If you want me to say, there are only two moves." Lei Buji's answer was really straightforward, and he even gave the correct answer, "One move is horizontal and vertical, and the other is an upward punch to hit him on the chin. After the punch, he will definitely not be able to get up. .”

"Hey~" Huang Donglai waved his hand, "Brother, you can't always use your idea of ​​Leijiaquan to speculate on other people's fighting styles. The method you mentioned may be quite a reference for people like Sun Ge It's valuable, but it's 'wrong' for most people who have learned routines since childhood." He paused, and then said, "In my opinion... the challenger is still testing Song Xiang at this moment, and when he finishes testing , it’s almost like defeating the enemy within ten moves.”

"Okay! As expected of Brother Huang." After listening to Huang Donglai and Lei Buji's opinions, Sun Yixie was confident enough, so while he said this, he turned around and ran to the street not far from the ring. I went to an alley, "Wait a minute, I'll be right back."

"Eh? Brother, this is playing wonderfully, where are you going?" Lei Buji still didn't understand.

Huang Donglai had already seen through it: "It's all right." He patted Buji's shoulder, "Brother Sun is going to place a bet over there."

Obviously, before Sun and Huang came to the edge of the ring, they had already discovered the person who set up a bet nearby... After all, they have done similar things before, and they know that anyone who has this kind of public fight , there must be an opening.

Of course, they didn't shout loudly and explain on the spot like they did when they opened the market. They were operated quietly by a cat in an inconspicuous alley; moreover, the people who opened the market here had already communicated with Ma Chao and Zhao Yuan in advance. I'm so angry, half of the net income after the market closes every day has to be donated to those two, otherwise they wouldn't dare to use the Song family's young master's arena as a handicap.

"Haha, it's done!" Not long after, Sun Yixie came back with brisk steps.

Huang Donglai looked at him: "Buy it?"

"Ah." Sun Yixie nodded, raised his hands, and made a "ten" gesture with two index fingers, "Ten taels, the challenger wins."

"Why is it only ten taels?" Huang Donglai raised his eyebrows and said, "According to me, this kind of disk is all in."

"Nonsense, do they dare to accept me if I'm all in?" Sun Yixie said, "I just went over and saw that most of the bets were made with copper coins. Occasionally, one, two, two, two would be placed. This is considered a big player. ...This kind of small handicap is still fixed odds (the ancient gambling basically used fixed odds, because the odds of the pot take a lot of time to count and calculate), and the other party may not even dare to pay a few hundred taels. Then, you still let me all in? When the other party can't pay, are you responsible for helping me to collect debts?"

"Okay, I'll ask for it for you." Huang Donglai joked, "Anyway, none of these gamblers is a good person, so why don't we just take advantage of this wave and squeeze them out, and when it's done... Sun Brother, you will return all your money, and we will share the extra money with the common people who lost money, this is considered stealing from the rich and giving to the poor."

"Heh..." Sun Yixie knew that Huang Donglai was joking with himself again, so he also laughed, "Huang, first of all... we have also had a handicap, so let's start with your first sentence 'There is no good person'." I scolded myself; secondly, aren't those "people who lost money" a bunch of gamblers? They deserve it; thirdly... I am busy with other things, and I have to pay the capital, so you let me Take [-]%?"

Huang Donglai curled his lips: "Thirty percent belongs to others."

Sun Yixie smiled: "Oh, that can be considered."

Lei Buji is used to the various shameless remarks and black words of these two people. Now he can roughly tell when Sun Huang and Sun Huang are joking. "It's just that, in fact, I won't really do that.

In addition, in terms of time, they are not allowed to do this...

Because at this time on the ring, Tang Weizhi had finished his probing and started to fight back.

The "Golden Ring Palm" of the Kongtong School is known for its defense and counterattack, and strives for victory steadily; when practiced to the extreme, the circular range of the palms together is not only invulnerable, but also invincible, even if you attack with a weapon, it is the same. Will be easily pinched off by palm force.

Of course, Tang Weizhi's Golden Ring Palm wasn't quite ready yet, even his master's palm strength wasn't there yet, but it was more than enough to defend against attacks from someone like Song Xiang.

After parrying more than [-] moves in a row, Tang Weizhi basically hollowed out Song Xiang's foundation. At this moment, Song Xiang is already attacking with repeated moves, and his breath is also a little disordered. It seems that there is also a problem with his physical strength. .

Tang Weizhi felt that it was almost done here, and next, he went up and pushed that surnamed Song off the ring with three moves and two moves, and that was considered a deal.

Even though Song Xiang scolded Tang Weizhi at the beginning, the latter did not intend to make Song Xiang lose ugly, because Tang Weizhi is not stupid... Before he entered the ring, he had already noticed that there were experts like Ma Zhao and Zhao Yuanyu beside the stage Sitting in the township, he knew very well that if he really beat Song Xiang badly, and the other party turned his face out of embarrassment, he would have nothing to gain.

Furthermore, Tang Weizhi used to be a big disciple of the famous decent school. Although he accidentally killed ordinary people, the guy who died was a hooligan who was in charge of collecting debts in the casino. Therefore, if you want Tang Weizhi to do his best in the arena against an "expert" like Song Xiang, he himself is a little psychologically resistant.

After making up his mind, Tang Weizhi took advantage of the situation and made a move of "opening the net" as a bait, selling a loophole, retreating several steps, and luring the enemy to attack.

Sure enough, Song Xiang was fooled, thinking that his continuous onslaught finally had an effect, he immediately breathed out his dantian energy, stepped forward and chased, punched both sides, and made a move of "horn hanging book", trying to use his waist strength to take advantage of the momentum to kill Tang Weizhi Get off the ring.

To be honest, this ring has been fought for more than [-] days, and there is not a single challenger who has not stepped down after being beaten all over his body.

But today Song Xiang also saw that the opponent was difficult to deal with, and he was afraid that it was unlikely to be beaten like that by him, so he could only give up the idea of ​​beating the opponent cruelly, and seek victory first.

When Tang Weizhi saw his opponent taking the bait, he smiled inwardly, and using his kung fu in his palm, he was about to push Song Xiang on his stomach and knock him off the ring.

Unexpectedly, in the midst of this flash, suddenly two dark energies pierced through the wind from the slanting stab, and precisely hit the two acupoints "Qimen" and "Zhangmen" under Tang Wei's ribs.

For a moment, Tang Weizhi only felt that his liver and spleen were shaken, qi was stagnant and blood was stagnant, and the half-transported internal force could not be exerted or recovered.

It was at this moment that Song Xiang's offensive came.

Tang Weizhi was helpless, it was too late to change his posture, so he could only use his body to block it, but he was unable to catch it, and was thrown off the stage by the top, falling on all fours.

"it is good!"

The hello in the next second was naturally not called by the common people, but led by the slave of the Song family.

Under the ferocious and threatening eyes of these guys, the audience in the audience also reluctantly gave some sparse applause and applauded along with them.

"Hmph, boy, do you know how powerful your Grandpa Song is?" And Song Xiang, who was standing on the edge of the ring, saw that he had won, and immediately became arrogant again, spitting and swearing at Tang Weizhi in the audience, " A tortoise bastard like you, who can only be beaten but never fights back, still wants to come and get the reward from the Lord? Pooh! Come and use it as a sandbag for the Lord, I think it will do!"

But at this time, Tang Weizhi, who got up again, didn't even look at him, but glared fiercely at Zhao Yuanyao who was beside the stage.

Based on the position he was standing at and the angle of the attack, Tang Weizhi could easily determine that it was Zhao Yuanyao who shot him.

But Zhao Yuanyuan looked at him without fear or shame, his eyes were very cold.

After staring at each other wordlessly for a few seconds, Zhao Yuanyuan finally sighed, glanced at Song Xiang with his eyes, then looked at Tang Weizhi again, and shook his head slightly.

Tang Weizhi understood what he meant after thinking about it for a while—"You'd better not win."

To go deeper, it is: If you really win today, I am afraid that the follow-up will not be a matter of falling off the stage and being scolded.

"Hey! What about talking to you? Why can't you even fart? Are you dumb?" On the other hand, Song Xiang on the stage was swearing more and more vigorously, and he didn't seem to stop at all.

As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the low eaves.

Tang Weizhi also understood that in this world, if you have no money, power, or backing, it is not so easy to earn some money with your skills.

"Mr. Song has excellent martial arts skills. I admire you. Let me leave." He didn't want to talk too much with Song, so he cupped his hands and turned away.

"Ha! What are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail? Hurry up!" Fortunately, Song Xiang was in a good mood at this time, and he didn't intend to further make things difficult for the other party, so he just let the other party leave.

However, just when everyone thought that the matter had come to an end, there was a strange yelling and cursing in the crowd.

"Damn chicken!"

Hearing this, he knew who was going crazy.

Then why did it take so long for Brother Sun to yell out?

It's very simple, because after Sun Yixie complained that Huang Donglai's prediction was "poisonous milk", Huang Donglai told him exactly how Tang Weizhi lost just now in order to prove that he was not.

Sun Yixie became angry when he heard it, and thought that this Song guy won by cheating on the sidelines. The key is...you win if you win, and you make me lose money, that's not okay.

Brother Sun is like this, he doesn't feel bad when the money is spent where it should be spent: for example, it cost him 200 taels to kill Zhu Xiaowan in a black shop, and he didn't even blink his eyes; He is also willing to throw an ingot of gold down without doing anything... but if you let him lose something in a place he shouldn't spend or is unwilling to spend, even a few copper coins or a salted fish, he will care about you.

"Huh? Who is yelling in the audience? Could it be that he is dissatisfied with my victory?" Song Xiang is not deaf, his voice, together with Sun Yixie's slightly sharp voice, is very ear-piercing.

Song Xiang's yell was good, the common people around Sun Yixie, Huang Donglai and Lei Buji dispersed in a rush, and retreated to a place seven or eight meters away from them, directly letting these three people out.

Now they have no choice but to admit it or not.

Seeing this, Sun Yixie simply took two steps forward, held his head high, and said to Song Xiang on the stage: "It's me who scolded me, I just don't accept it, how about it?"

"Hey!" Song Xiang looked Sun Yixie up and down, and said with a half smile, "Heh, where did you come from, a brat, do you want to come on stage and die?"

"Ha!" Sun Yixie also laughed, louder than the other party, "Is your mere 100 taels of silver reward worthy of my pair of precious feet to step on? You bitch made five mistakes on it." You've been a bitch for more than ten days, and you still want to trick me up there and be killed by you? I...uh woo—"

He seemed to think that spitting out phlegm with a "bah" was not enough to express his disdain, so he vomited...

Yes, you read that right, in order to insult the other party, after finishing what he said just now, Sun Yixie even stretched out his hand to pick his throat and spit out his lunch on the street on the spot.

Song Xiang was fucking dumbfounded, and the servants of the Song Mansion were all stunned on the spot, not knowing how to react.

You know, Song Xiang has never been scolded in such a face-to-face and public manner, with such offensive words and body language in his life.

Due to the impact he received was too great, he didn't get angry immediately, but stood there in a daze.

After he slowly recovered, his anger soared until his face turned red, and then he trembled and shouted angrily on the stage: "You...you boy, stop and don't leave!"

(End of this chapter)