I am in the reincarnation of the heavens

Chapter 34 The Sadness of the Mowu Era
Perhaps it was because Yang Sheng and Lei Gong fought too fiercely, and the opening was too hot.

The match between the top ten and five teams was particularly intense, almost everyone was injured.

There was even a group that fought so hard that both sides had their tendons broken. In this way, only four people advanced after three days.

Everyone was about to disperse, when a middle-aged man with a crooked mouth suddenly said: "I said, Senior Song, anyway, the four who have advanced now are almost all injured, so it's fair to have two more matches today .

Three days later, the finals will start directly, what do you think? "

The middle-aged man who spoke was Yin Tiancheng, the leader of the Number Gang.

The Number Gang was not from the Hongmen lineage, and its early identities were very messy. The business within the club was also concentrated overseas, with connections to Wanwan, North America, and Japan. It can be said that it is rich and powerful.

Although the number of people is not large, its strength is comparable to that of He Yixing's level.

Song Changli pondered for a moment. It would save effort to do so. There are only two games and it will save everyone another trip.

"What's the opinion of the four fighters?"

Yang Sheng nodded in agreement.

Although his fists were injured at this time, he had just fought to the death with Lei Gong, and his energy and spirit were still at their peak, so he could definitely fight again.

Several other people thought so too.

Anyway, it is impossible for everyone to recover from their injuries after three days, so it is better to fight one game at this time, in case the opponent recovers quickly, it will be even more disadvantageous to fight after three days.

After the four agreed, Song Changli drew lots again, and said loudly: "The Number Gang vs. Hong Shenglian! Please fight with your fists!"

Guilaowen poked Yang Sheng secretly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Sheng, I'm at a disadvantage.

The person with the numbers on the stage was Tan Pak Kuan, a disciple of Huang Shunliang, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun.

He hurt his leg but he can still use Wing Chun boxing. You hurt your fist, can you just poke your foot? "

Yang Sheng stood up, and said calmly: "Wing Chun also has leg skills, and an unstable stance also affects his strength, so it's not a disadvantage for anyone."

With that said, Yang Sheng walked straight onto the ring.

Tan Bokuan is a short young man, about 30 years old, a head shorter than Yang Sheng, and looks even a little thin.

But from the thick calluses on his fists, it can be seen that the opponent might have blown up how many wooden dummy piles.

In the last match, Tan Bokuan was hit hard on his left leg, but he was still limping when he entered the ring.

Yang Sheng's fists were also wrapped in gauze, and blood was still oozing out. Both of them looked extremely miserable.

Tan Bokuan smiled wryly and said: "After seeing the competition between you and Lei Gong, I really don't want to draw you.

You and I have already been injured, there is no need to fight to the death, how about just competing in this step?
Whoever moves one step first will lose. "

The conditions proposed by Tan Bokuan seemed to be beneficial to him, because his legs were already inconvenient to move.

But in a single step, Yang Sheng's poking can also be used to take advantage of the advantages and disadvantages, and it is not a disadvantage.

Yang Sheng smiled and said, "Okay."

The two sides stood still, and Yang Sheng took the lead in lashing towards each other with a sharp whip kick.

Unable to move around more than one step, Tan Bokuan had nothing to do but make a hard connection.

But at the moment when this foot came to him, Tan Bokuan's body turned over and twisted in an extremely awkward manner, his whole body was like a spring, making Yang Sheng's foot slip dangerously through his clothes.

"Wing Chun listening to the bridge? Such a strong perception!"

The next moment, Tan Bokuan grabbed Yang Sheng's right leg, squeezed his finger, and poked at Yang Sheng's leg socket!
But Yang Sheng's whole body turned around abruptly, kicked Tan Bokuan's index finger away with his other kick, and after landing with a short half-step force, Beng Quan suddenly came out!

Tan Bokuan folded his hands in front of him, but half of the Bengquan was too powerful, and his lower body was injured and unstable, so he was forced to take half a step back by this blow.

In awe, Tan Bokuan stood still with the two-word clamp sheep and horse under his feet, his body was like a spring, he catapulted half a step, looking for a bridge and punching, and chasing and hitting at close quarters!

Wing Chun is a standard southern boxing technique, and what he is best at is close-to-body bunt, which is quick and quick.

But it's a pity that his leg is injured now, and he can't move with his lower body. Although he is fast, he loses his exquisiteness.

But when it comes to toughness, who can compare to Yang Sheng who is a master of northern boxing skills?

Bajiquan!Random arrows!
Regardless of the injuries to his fists, Yang Sheng punched out like a shower, making Tan Bokuan unable to raise his head.

Tan Bokuan was short in stature and his wingspan was not as good as Yang Sheng's, so he couldn't get close and be directly suppressed at this time.

And Yang Sheng unknowingly changed punches into chops, using the routine of Zuo Kuntong's back.

There is no obvious boundary between boxing.

It is definitely an exaggeration to say that one method leads to all methods, but in the end they all lead to the same goal by different routes.

Fighting against a grand master like Zuo Kun, Yang Sheng can more or less comprehend some of the essence of the back-to-back cloak.

"Admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

Tan Bokuan's left leg could no longer bear the pressure, and there were bursts of severe pain.

He didn't dare to fight any more, lest he become a lame man.

Yang Sheng withdrew his hand slowly, but blood was already oozing from his fist.

Tan Bokuan smiled wryly and said: "You are not practicing martial arts at all. This kind of killing skill can only be used in the arena of the Dragon City Tournament. If you switch to other arenas, you will be sent off in one round."

Yang Sheng said lightly: "So I won't fight in other arenas.

I'm curious as to why you're standing here.

Disciple of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun, you should be standing in the martial arts gym and teaching boxing right now, instead of fighting with others in the Dragon City Tournament. "

Tan Bokuan's strength is not weak. He is extremely skilled in Wing Chun. He has already obtained [-]% of Huang Chunliang's true biography, and he has fought a lot of black boxing rings. He has rich actual combat experience and is also a master-level figure.

But he didn't have vigor, nor did he have killing intent.

When he came to power, he took a step back first. Although it was beneficial to both parties, he lost his momentum first.

Moreover, he has a gentle temperament, and he doesn't seem to be a member of the society who is trying to get out of the way. In addition, his background is also considered decent, so it is really strange that he can play for the number gang and fight Yang Sheng until now.

Tan Bokuan smiled wryly and said, "The disciples of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun also have to eat.

My father has cancer, and my son was diagnosed with congenital heart disease when he was born. My wife is as tired as a grandma who is dozens of years old.

It's only a few dozen yuan to teach a student. If I don't go to the ring to make money, I can't even save the lives of my father and son!

Not everyone who learns Wing Chun can become Bruce Lee. No matter how sharp the fist is, what's the use if you can't even save your family?

Fortunately, Brother Cheng is generous in his work. I was able to make it into the top four, and the money I got was enough to see a doctor for my father and son. "

Yang Sheng was silent.

In a sense, this world is the end of the martial arts era.

At this very moment of learning boxing, you can still rely on your fists to fight for your life in the ring, and you can also sell yourself to those who need it.

But decades later, martial art has completely become a joke, only a few clown flies buzzing there, but karate, taekwondo, etc. are very popular.

Who should be blamed and who should be blamed, but it is unclear in one or two sentences, and it is also unclear.

"Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I can't continue fighting.

If I keep hitting, my legs will be destroyed. "

Tan Bokuan was ashamed and nervous.

He was really afraid that Yin Tiancheng would deduct his money, and his father and child's lives would be lost.

Without money, they would be sent home by the hospital the next day.

However, Yin Tiancheng didn't blame Tan Bokuan for losing.

The Number Gang is not an old-school club, and there are double bonus red sticks in the club, but it has no advantages compared to other clubs, so that's why we invited a foreign aid like Tan Bokuan.

Anyway, since the Dragon City Tournament did not ban foreign aid, no one could say anything.

Therefore, Yin Tiancheng is already very satisfied that Tan Bokuan can appear in this ranking for the number gang.

"Don't worry, I won't lose a penny of the money agreed before.

I will give you an extra 10 yuan in red envelopes, and change your father and son to a better hospital. "

"Thank you Brother Cheng!"

Tan Bokuan looked excited.

Yin Tiancheng suddenly asked: "Is that Yang Sheng so strong? He can beat you to surrender even if he is injured?"

Tan Bokuan said in a deep voice: "Very strong! His own martial arts attainments are already comparable to that of a master, and he is proficient in all northern and southern boxing techniques.

The most important thing is that his shots are extremely fierce and fierce, and everything he has learned seems to be tempered for killing people. Such a person is very scary.

But it is reasonable to say that it is difficult for a person with this kind of state of mind to practice martial arts to the level of a master, but it is really strange that he still has this kind of strength.

So in life and death fights, I am not as good as him, and in the end, I will be beaten to death like Lei Gong.

Not to mention me, even if my master Huang Chunliang came, it would be the same.

What we learned was boxing, but what he used was killing. "

Yin Tiancheng looked at Yang Sheng and the others who left early, touched his chin, and murmured: "No matter how sharp a fist is, it can't be as sharp as a gun.

The gang of big circle boys under me are also murderous without blinking an eye.

However, this guy was tough all the way, and even fooled Lei Luo into the water. He was not a simple character.

Interesting and interesting, I want to see if that cripple can hold back this breath! "

(End of this chapter)