The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 43 "You--are you becoming more powerful?"

"Fourth round, [Black Fist: Franky] vs. [Judo: Ichiro Oshima]!!"

Off the court, some spectators who knew little about kung fu said, "This is a wonderful match!"

"It's simply a contest between rigidity and softness."

Those knowledgeable martial artists heard the words and glanced at the man, seeing that the other party was not the kind of Lian Jiazi, they didn't bother to speak.

Softness lacks rigidity, it is attacking but not conquering, it has no power;

Rigidity lacks softness, which is a waste of energy, and both are indispensable.

Frankie twisted his neck slowly, making a "gra-gra" sound.

He looked contemptuously at Oshima Ichiro, a judo master, it's not like he had never met him before.

When he used to fight black boxing, he did suffer from jujitsu at the beginning.

But after a few fights, he figured out how to play against this type of guy.

The only thing to pay attention to is their "sacrifice skills".

The whistle blew.

Whoosh.

Ichiro Oshima lowered his center of gravity like a leopard, and rushed towards Franky.

His arms were like a python, wrapping tightly around Franky's waist.

The whole person went around behind Franky.

And Frankie didn't seem to be able to react for a while, and was just about to squat down and lower his body's center of gravity.

"Successful!"

Oshima Ichiro thought.

His knee pops out and hits Franky's popliteal.

In Oshima Ichiro's vision, when Franky fell to the ground, he would use the ground strangling technique to break the opponent's joints.

Because, he had seen Franky's game before.

This strong black man learned traditional boxing, and those who learn this fighting technique rarely pay attention to the three-way attack, let alone ground skills! !

But Oshima Ichiro didn't notice the slyness and sarcasm hidden in Franky's big dark eyes.

Whoa!
Frankie unexpectedly grabbed Oshima Ichiro's wrist.

With a twist of the waist, the whole person fell like Mount Tai, and fell on the back on the spot, hitting Oshima Ichiro on the body.

The arena seemed to be shaken a bit.

"Ah~~!"

The screams sounded from under Franky.

Frankie's weight was close to 250 kilograms, which was enough to break several ribs of Oshima Ichiro.

With just one click, the outcome of this round is decided!
Seeing Zhang Tianzhi in the rest area, he was thoughtful.

"This black man should have suffered from the little devil's kung fu before, otherwise, wouldn't he specifically cheat him?!"

"I thought I could test out this black man's ability, but I didn't expect this little devil to be so useless!"

……

"The last match, [Hong Fist: Hong Kang] vs [Changle: Cao Yanjun]!!"

Hong Kang slowly stepped onto the stage: "Chairman Cao, I didn't expect us to be in a group."

Cao Yanjun smiled and said: "Yan Jun also just wants to see Master Hong's skills, please enlighten me!"

Hong Kang said: "In order to avoid the conflict between the snipe and the clam, and benefit others, how about we—how about it?"

"That's fine." Cao Yanjun said, "We only decide the outcome."

Cao Yanjun lightly stepped on his toes, made a few "hoo hoo" sounds, and broke through the air with both legs.

The legs are stretched generously, agile and vigorous.

She puts her weight on the supporting foot, and the sole of her foot pokes downwards on the ground in front of the kicking leg, her heel is lifted up, and her legs seem to form a "T" shape.

Outside the arena, a martial artist familiar with "Poking Foot" said: "This is called [Poking Ding], and it is the fixed trend of "Poking Foot"."

Hong Kang stepped out with two feet separately, grasping the ground with his five toes, and propped his knees out.

Step on the "Kirin Horse", adjust your center of gravity; sink your shoulders and stretch your back, set up a boxing frame, adjust the breath with the body, and use the breath to stimulate strength.

"President Cao, please."

Hong Kang signaled Cao Yanjun to make the move first.

"Then I'm welcome!"

I saw that Cao Yanjun didn't make any preparatory starting movements, and the whole person directly crossed a distance of nearly three meters.

As soon as one kick touched the ground, the other kicked over in a row.

Picking, cutting, cutting, turning, facing the door and inserting blocks, left and right eight legs.

One step at a time, one step at a time, sending out again and again, the rings are intertwined, and the legs and feet attack in a row, and the left and right are interchanged.

Hong Kang retreated and blocked, or blocked, or slapped, or dodged.

Although it seemed that he was at a disadvantage, Hong Kang didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Instead, he commented on Cao Yanjun's legwork.

"Cao Huichang has a strong foot and goes straight forward. He is fast and brave. He can train his legs to be as flexible and flexible as his arms. He is really a master of leg skills!!"

"Be careful, I'm going to fight back."

Cao Yanjun's heart sank when he heard this.

She has been so fast-breaking, but Hong Kang can still speak in a calm tone, which shows that he is still very calm.

As soon as Hong Kang finished speaking, the [Twelve Bridge Players] he was most familiar with immediately played.

Piercing, sinking, dividing, racking, touching, pushing, searching, grinding, hanging, bumping, locking, splitting.

The momentum is majestic and fierce.

Cao Yanjun felt that the man in front of him suddenly burst out with vigor, and he looked like two people from before.

"I'm not just good at kicks, though."

The full name of "Poke the Foot" is "Poke the Foot Flip Fist", which requires not only the flexibility and strength of the waist and legs of the practitioner, but also the strength of the abdominal muscles and arms.

Cao Yanjun's shot was like an arrow, and his counterattack was like a thread.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Clap clap clap!!"

Cao Yanjun blocked Hong Kang's attack without stopping.

Hong Kang was delighted to see Lie Xin, and praised: "Good trick! Chairman Cao, be careful next time."

Hong Kang's boxing style has changed, and he no longer uses the most basic [Twelve Bridge Hands].

Instead, the fist is mighty, combining speed and slowness, high and low, with a clear rhythm.

"Throwing, hanging, bumping, thrusting."

Sometimes the movements are deep and majestic, with a powerful voice, like a dragon and a tiger leaping;

"This is—a double shape of a tiger and a crane?!"

After taking Hong Kang's [Twisting and Punching], Cao Yanjun suddenly admitted defeat.

"It's not a winner yet, is it?"

Cao Yanjun clutched his arm and said with a wry smile, "Your punch is really too heavy!"

Cao Yanjun rolled up his sleeves, and there were black and blue bruises on his exposed arms.

"If the fight continues, I may not be able to lift my hand tomorrow." Cao Yanjun looked at Hong Kang,

"Master Hong, you have achieved great strength, right?!"

Although he asked the question, his tone was very certain.

Hong Kang was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

……

Hong Kang nodded, and the martial arts practitioners below were as loud and noisy as if a pot had exploded.

"What, he has achieved great strength?? It can't be fake?!"

"Great achievement! The next step is to prepare for the perfection of strength. That is the realm of Yang Luchan, Dong Haichuan, and Sun Lutang!! He is so young, is it true?"

"...It's not nonsense! Lift yourself up..."

"Then why don't you go and have a fight with him?"

"I'm not going, I'm not a martial artist."

"..."

Zhang Tianzhi stared at Hong Kang on the stage, he had a feeling that this person was not lying.

But great strength?

I still have a distance now!

He is so young, he looks younger than himself by more than five years...

For a time, some people believed and some doubted.

But this can't stop Hong Kang from entering the next game.

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(End of this chapter)