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Chapter 256 Challenge the Eight Great Martial Arts Schools
"That's why you still have some meaning."

Looking at the bald man, Ding Xiu said.

Among such a group of people, from the very beginning, he felt that only this big man could fight, and his physical strength was one of them.

The muscles trained in martial arts are different from those trained in the gym. If you look closely, there is a big difference.

The second is that the eyes are different.

Those who have actual combat experience have sharp eyes and a different aura. Even if this kind of person is short, they are still eye-catching in the crowd.

The bald head in front of him has an aura.

Ding Xiu guessed that either he had practiced martial arts for many years, or he had practiced modern fighting before.

Taking the gloves from the unconscious senior brother, the bald man put them on slowly, and posed a Sanda fist against Ding Xiu.

Protect your head with your hands, arch your body slightly, and place your feet one in front of the other, forming a triangle with your upper body.

"You beat them, it's really a bit of a bully, I'll play with you."

"Brother Wang, fuck him."

"Wang Chong made a move, this time it should be stable."

"Is the 120 ready? Don't make trouble for a while."

"Brother Wang, come on."

"Brother Wang has practiced Sanda for ten years, this kid is dangerous."

"Everyone spread out a little, don't affect the brother's performance."

Unlike these brothers who have been practicing Wing Chun, Wang Chong used to practice Sanda and also played professional games. It was a coincidence that he became a teacher of Wing Chun, and his purpose was to learn punching and inch strength in Wing Chun.

There is one thing to say, many of Wing Chun's moves are not suitable for fighting in the ring, but the technique of exerting force is still worth learning.

After several years of training, Wang Chong felt that his combat effectiveness was much higher than before.

It's a pity that I learned it a bit late. At the beginning, the master didn't teach him life and death, and it took a few years to teach him. By the time I learned it, I was already too old to compete in the ring.

No, now he opened a boxing gym to make a living.

The reason why I came here today is because a senior brother said that he was going to have a fight with a master from the mainland.

Seeing that Ding Xiu had some foundation, his moves were sharp, and his shots were decisive, he was afraid that no one here could fight, so he planned to make a move to communicate.

Fists collided, and Wang Chong said in a deep voice, "I don't bully you. If you lose, just apologize. I know you're a celebrity. If you can't do it, you'll make a detour when you encounter the word Wing Chun."

Ding Xiu said: "Okay, don't say sorry, I will kowtow to you both ways."

Wang Chong was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the young man in front of him to be so bold: "It's not necessary, who hasn't been young, just apologize."

Hooking at Wang Chong, Ding Xiu said calmly, "I'll wait for you to ask me to apologize."

For the sake of this, it would be boring to talk any more. Wang Chong kept his fists in check, and slowly moved towards Ding Xiu tentatively with his feet, his upper body shaking slightly.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer, Wang Chong took advantage of his unpreparedness to punch Ding Xiu, and Ding Xiu dodged it backwards.

Wang Chong didn't succeed in the first blow, and Wang Chong retreated quickly, feeling a lot heavier in his heart. Normally, he would have taken advantage of the victory and rushed forward.

Facing Ding Xiu's understatement, he was not in a hurry, and he still didn't dare to bet that if he was a master, he would send food by posting it.

"If you don't do it, then I'll do it." Seeing that he was still looking for a loophole, Ding Xiu was not used to it, and kicked sideways towards his forehead.

Wang Chong subconsciously protects his head. Facing this kind of attack, he has a lot of experience. As long as he dodges, he grabs his legs, bullies him, and punches him. Point hurt.

"boom!"

The back of his foot kicked his elbow, and the impact hit his head. Wang Chong felt his head buzzing, his brain went blank for two seconds, and his body couldn't stop staggering two steps to the side.

It wasn't until he realized that he had forgotten to grab his leg just now, and he looked at Ding Xiu wrongly, and his heart suddenly felt heavy.

He used to be a professional boxer, he had practiced the ability to resist blows, and his body was much stronger than the average person. Ding Xiu's kick was so powerful that his mind would go blank for two seconds. If it were any other senior brother, he might lie down immediately.

In fact, Ding Xiu didn't make up the knife immediately. If he rushed over, these two seconds would be enough for him to be KO.

However, Ding Xiu didn't make him feel better. After sweeping his kick, he immediately slid forward and kicked his chest with the next kick.

Wang Chong carried the foot hard, hugging Ding Xiu's thigh with both hands, feeling tightness in his chest, and his stomach was overwhelmed, he didn't care too much, and swept his right foot towards Ding Xiu's lower body.

Ding Xiu jumped up with one foot, his body spun in the air, turned around and kicked again, this time Wang Chong missed it and was kicked back again and again.

Simple two feet, like making a movie, the people around are dumbfounded.

"Damn it, if it wasn't a temporary appointment, I would have thought it was filming."

"Brother Xiu is bringing kung fu to reality."

"Brilliant!"

"It seems that professional boxers can't help fighting."

"Brother Wang is observing the situation. Use your body to block the attack to test the weight of Ding Xiu's feet. Just watch, the counterattack is coming soon."

"Cough, cough, cough!" His ribs hurt a little, Wang Chong coughed twice, gritted his teeth and strode up to Ding Xiu, he didn't take advantage of the long-distance attack, so he hit his body and hit the ground.

It can be seen that Ding Xiu should have good leg skills, as long as he is approached and locked, he will lie down.

Three steps closer, Wang Chong approached Ding Xiu. The distance between the two was very short, less than an arm's length away. Facing Ding Xiu's punch, he blocked with his backhand and hit his ribs with his right fist.

This is Wing Chun's spreading hands. He has practiced it many times before, and he has tried it all.

It's just that it didn't work this time, Ding Xiu raised his knees to block the attack from under his ribs, and his elbows pressed the spear to the king's chest. The two movements were methodical and completed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Chong's fist was not as sensual as he had imagined, and he knew it was over in an instant, but his years of fighting awareness still allowed him to protect his head.

At this point, there is no way to withdraw, so we can only choose to fight hard and then look for opportunities to counterattack.

"boom!"

An elbow as hard as iron pressed against his chest, Wang Chong's eyes turned black, he couldn't breathe, and then he felt pain in his ribs, one after another.

Ding Xiu was using him as a punching bag, punching him left and right.

There was no way, Wang Chong arched his body and clenched his teeth, his arms pressed tightly against his lower ribs, trying to block Ding Xiu's fist with his arm muscles.

However, Ding Xiu's attack was too fierce, each punch was harder than the next, and his arms were numb after just a few punches.

This is still wearing a glove, which reduces the force a lot. If he didn't wear a glove, his arm would have lost consciousness long ago.

"boom!"

While Wang Chong was still defending hard, Ding Xiu's fist was so powerful that it suddenly came out from his chin.

"It's over!"

At this moment, this was the only thought in Wang Chong's mind.

Without giving him too much mental activity, Ding Xiu hit his chin accurately with his fist. Wang Chong tilted his head violently, looked at the sky at ninety degrees, and lay down straight.

What Wing Chun, what inch strength, what punching punches, all of them are useless.

From the beginning to the end, the total was less than 1 minute. If it was placed in the ring, it would not have passed a single round.

After eight years of Sanda and three years of Wing Chun, it's really ironic that he can't beat a filming actor.

And what the hell is Ding Xiu's outrageously standard boxing frame? The Bajiquan that was agreed, how did it become a Sanda style? The fighting experience is so rich, the whole process is not in a hurry, the old boxer is in front of him They were all eaten to death.

"We refused to accept it, and the agreed martial arts competition became Sanda."

"Brother Wang wears gloves to affect his performance."

"Wing Chun's arms, frustrating hands, lifting hands, broken row hands, sinking bridges, sticking and hitting, which one does not need to use five fingers, and all of them can't be used with fists."

"Ding Xiu, let's have a round without gloves, do you dare?"

Facing the chatter of more than a dozen people, Ding Xiu took off his gloves, tied the horse stance ten times more standard than Wing Chun disciples, and gestured with both hands for Bajiquan boxing.

"next."

"I come."

A skinny boy with a crew cut pushed everyone out.

Unarmed, people occupy the center line, he is also a Wing Chun boxing.

"Peace is the most important thing in martial arts competitions, stop at the end, three, two, one, start."

"Eight extremes collapse!"

Ignoring the so-called punching punch, Ding Xiu approached him, and swept his hands and feet at the same time. In an instant, the young man flew out and hit the ground with a thud, foaming at the mouth.

The scene was eerily quiet, you could hear a needle drop.

Many people opened their mouths wide and looked at Ding Xiu as if he had seen a ghost.

I've seen fierce ones, but I've never seen such fierce ones. I thought he was good at Sanda, but I didn't expect Bajiquan to be more fierce. He knocked people out with one move. It was so frightening.

Who would dare to do this.

Any fool can see that Ding Xiu is not at the same level as them at all, the gap is too big.

Gently straightening the collar, Ding Xiu glanced around, and the people he was staring at turned their heads one by one, either looking up at the sky, or looking down at the ants, anyway, they just didn't pick up.

"Should I not have to apologize?"

No one answered.

Raising his hand to look at his watch, Ding Xiu said to Wu in surprise: "It's still early, there is no need to ask for leave in the afternoon, let's eat something and go back to filming."

"Okay." Wu Jing's throat was a little dry, he swallowed, and subconsciously nodded.

He had seen the scene where Ding Xiu beat more than ten people by himself, but it was a sparring, which was different from today's situation.

Surrounded by more than 20 people, Ding Xiu can still be so calm, understatement and overthrow three, others just dare not say a word, it is really awesome.

If it were him, I'd like to apologize first.

Lu Huiguang next to him was also ready for a group fight. Unexpectedly, more than 20 people were restrained by Ding Xiu, and none of them dared to step forward.

Bajiquan was in Ding Xiu's hands, as if shooting a movie, a batch of fierce.

At this moment, Ding Xiu took out his sunglasses and put them on, put his hands in his pockets, and walked straight out of the crowd expressionlessly, looking very chic.

"Excuse me, let me go."

"Huh? Want to fight?"

"What are you looking at, don't you agree with the heads-up?"

Ding Xiu spoke loudly and arrogantly, Wu Jing was sweating for him, worried that this group of people would rush forward.

Walking out of the crowd, Ding Xiu followed the crew Wu Xing, and everyone looked at him with admiration.

The onlookers also had similar expressions.

Just two steps away, a police car stopped on the side of the road, and a few cops got off.

"When you receive the alarm, there are young and Dangerous boys gathering to make trouble, don't run away!"

"Hold your head in your hands and take out your ID card."

"Wearing sunglasses, what about you, put your head in your hands!"

"Uncle policeman, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

"Who's the uncle? I'm only 22. I don't have a hippie smile on my face. Hey, aren't you that one?"

To put it bluntly, Ding Xiu, Wu Jing, the Wing Chun faction and others were still brought into the prison. They entered at noon and were released in the evening.

Director Li Zizhong called Cheng Long, Cheng Long's people, and Wing Chun did not pursue it, so everyone calmed down.

However, the video of Ding Xiu's martial arts competition was obtained by the media, and it made headlines that day.

The entertainment media on Hong Kong Island is very bold, there is nothing they dare not say, and the headline is very eye-catching.

"Inland boy punched Wing Chun, went to the meeting alone, and beat twenty with one."

"The duel between Baji and Wing Chun, who says actors can't work hard."

"Ding Xiu alone challenged the Hong Kong martial arts, Wing Chun lost, who can fight again."

In just one day, Ding Xiu became popular in Hong Kong Island, and the major entertainment weekly magazines were all his headlines. The last time he was so popular was when Apple was released on Hong Kong Island.

In the Internet era, the mainland also got news that Ding Xiu had gone to Hong Kong Island to find someone to fight, and the fans screamed one after another, saying that the fight was good, and that they fully supported him.

The next day, in the afternoon, after Ding Xiu finished filming, Wu Jing walked over with a serious expression, holding a magazine.

"Brother Xiu, the master Wing Chun has spoken and wants to challenge you in public."

Ding Xiu glanced at the magazine. On the cover was an old man in his sixties with gray hair and bags under his eyes, so he lost interest immediately.

"I don't fight."

"Can't beat it?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll have to kneel down and beg him not to die in less than three seconds."

Wu Jing: "..."

Ding Xiu turned the magazine to the end, looked at the pictures of beauties, and said calmly: "Forget about old men and old ladies. Even if you can really fight, this age can't beat you. It's no fun bullying the elderly."

Boxing is afraid of being young, no matter how powerful you are when you are young, it is a fact that your body functions will decline when you are old. There are no diseases such as high blood pressure, diabetes, osteoporosis, cervical spine, and lumbar spine.

At this age, there are not many who can play.

Even if he could fight, he couldn't exert his strength a few times, and he was short of breath after shaking.

Competing with people of this age group is a complete bully, and Ding Xiu won't let it go.

Those who didn't know thought that he only picked the elderly to fight, and how could it be messed up when it was spread.

Wu Jing: "Okay, then I'll ask the crew to respond and say that you don't beat the elderly."

Ding Xiu snorted softly, without moving his eyes from the bikini beauty in the magazine.

That night, when the news spread that Ding Xiu would not beat the elderly, the martial arts circle was blown away.

"Don't hit the elderly, right? I'm thirty this year, so I'll hit them."

"Laozi Baihe sent Jia Zhenliang, who has practiced martial arts for 20 years, and is willing to compete with Ding Xiu."

"Wing Chun Zheng Tao, invite Ding Xiu to fight."

"Wu Style Tai Chi Dong Luyang invites Ding Xiu to fight."

"Cai Lifo's successor, Bai Xingji, is willing to fight."

Ding Xiu didn't know that this refusal was a big frying pan. The people who challenged him were all young and middle-aged people. In the end, all the eight major martial arts schools in Hong Kong Island sent people to challenge, and set the competition bonus to 50. Weight is determined to fight him and get back the place.

When Wu Jing tremblingly handed over the gauntlet to Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu finally regained his energy.

"Wing Chun, Quanzhen, Cai Lifo, Bagua, Taiji, Karate, Hongquan, and Baji are also here to join in the fun. This time it's a bit interesting. Tell me for me. I will accept the bonus of 100 million."

Wu Jing was worried, and his mouth was trembling: "You really hit me, I will find someone to reconcile, let's have a glass of wine, just keep your heads down."

"The total number of disciples of the eight major martial arts schools on Hong Kong Island is less than [-]. I'm afraid that if you win, you won't be able to go to the mainland."

(End of this chapter)