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Chapter 303 Hitting the students is not fun, playing the referee

Chapter 303 Hitting the students is not fun, playing the referee
Yan Wang's three-point hand is a well-known move in Bajiquan. If the user's strength is too strong, it can break the opponent's arm. The moves are varied and the attack methods are flexible. Generally, if one is entangled, the winner can be determined instantly.

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

next second.

The elbow didn't hit Ding Xiu's ribs as expected, and 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, Yama's three-point hand is not used in this way." Ding Xiu chuckled lightly, shook Wang Dalong's entwined arm with force, and then entangled it in the same way.

Knowing that Ding Xiu was not easy, Wang Dalong didn't dare to be careless, because his brain turned quickly, thinking of Ding Xiu's broken move just now, he took a small step back.

In this way, Ding Xiu's elbow would definitely not be able to touch his ribs.

"A little clever, but not much." Seeing him retreating, Ding Xiu calmly changed the movements of his hands, pressed his elbows down, and under the principle of leverage, Wang Dalong was forced to lower his body.

"It's called losing hands without losing elbows."

"It's called losing elbows but not shoulders." Ding Xiu didn't elbow him, but leaned on his shoulders, and stepped forward at the same time: "This is called losing shoulders but not hips. Finally, I will give you a move for free."

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

"Crack!"

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

"Snapped!"

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

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

During the martial arts competition, after being hit, it is very likely that you will become unconscious and bite your tongue, and if it is serious, you will suffocate to death.

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

Liu Xiaoyun stood up and sat down again. While breathing a sigh of relief, he looked at Ding Xiu with complicated eyes. Not only him, but many people present were the same.

Wang Dalong learned martial arts from Liu Xiaoyun. He has practiced martial arts for more than ten years. He has two brushes and has a little practical ability.

He didn't expect to lose so badly at Ding Xiu's hands, he was taken down lightly, like beating a child.

Whether it is Wang Dalong who is too weak or Ding Xiu who is too strong, everyone is already a bit confused.

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

"It's a pity that the tiger climbed the mountain hard, so I didn't see it." Ding Xiu put his hands in his pockets, looked at Wang Dalong who was being lifted up, and said, "You still have little actual combat experience, and you should find someone to fight more if you have nothing to do. After dozens of games a year, you should Can barely get started."

Wang Dalong's Bajiquan practice is still a little something, but a little raw. The raw here refers to actual combat experience. It can be seen from Yan Wang's three-point hand that he is not very flexible.

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's not that I'm moved, it's that the teeth touch the skin of the mouth, it hurts, and tears are about to fall.

He didn't take Ding Xiu's words to heart either, what does it mean to have too little actual combat experience, big brother, I have a lot of experience from fighting in junior high school to university.

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

Playing dozens of games a year, what is the concept?The total number of fights Wang Dalong has fought in these years has not been dozens of times.

He's not a lunatic, he just finds fault with others when he's idle, he usually practices his kung fu by himself, if people don't offend me, I won't offend others, and sometimes there won't be a fight in three to five years.

Ding Xiu asked him to play dozens of games a year, fearing that he would become a frequent visitor to the police station, and he would be detained for fifteen days at a time, and he would spend all of this year in the police station.

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

You don't need to use all your strength to learn from each other, and you don't have to use heavy hands. If you use a killer move, it's meaningless to fight it down.

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

He still wants to fight Liu Xiaoyun, and it's just for fun to fight these juniors. If possible, he can give some pointers, but whether he listens or not depends on the understanding of the other party.

At the referee's seat, Liu Yun said solemnly 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 play, I don't have his adaptability."

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

In a martial arts competition, winning or losing is just a split second away, and when it's your turn to come up with a new move, a person with poor mental quality, no matter how good they usually practice, will immediately turn into a boxer when they enter the ring.

People with good psychological quality and fighting experience are better, they will subconsciously use the moves they have learned to dismantle their moves.

Ding Xiu won easily. It can be seen that he fought a lot in actual battles before, and he was able to talk while fighting with Wang Dalong. It can only be said that he and Wang Dalong are not on the same level.

Liu Xiaoyun stroked the beard on his chin and thought, "Master, if I fight him, what chance do I have of winning?"

What he said was how sure he was, not whether he could win, which meant that in Liu Xiaoyun's heart at this time, he had raised Ding Xiu to the same level as himself.

Wu Jiang glanced at him: "The two of you, let's talk about it."

"Sixty percent sure, it's about the same as I thought." Liu Xiaoyun nodded in agreement.

Wu Jiang was speechless: "[-]% belong to others."

Liu Xiaoyun: "..."

"I'm only forty percent?"

He has practiced martial arts for decades more than Ding Xiu, but the master actually said that he is only [-]% sure of winning, which is too shocking.

He felt that he was [-]% sure. Ding Xiu had a quick mind and quick reaction, and it was true that he had actual combat experience.

Playing around in competitions these years, experience in the arena, comprehension of Bajiquan, these things are better than Ding Xiu, there is no reason it is only [-]%.

Wu Jiang leaned back on the chair, and said calmly: "If those achievements of Ding Xiu are true, [-]% of them are already smoked from your ancestral grave, and it is very likely that you will not be able to get away with one move."

Wu Jiang knew Wu Bing, the two had been friends for many years, yesterday he made a special phone call to ask about Ding Xiu, when he talked about his achievements, Wu Bing slapped his chest and said it was true.

He also praised Ding Xiu full of praise, saying that if he hadn't been born in the wrong era, 100 years ago, the name of an Baji master would not have escaped.

Grandmaster, Wu Jiang hasn't heard these two words for many years. I just read them from books. They generally refer to Li Shuwen, the sharp gun, Sun Lutang, the tiger-headed Shaobao, Du Xinwu, the Confucian hero, Shang Yunxiang with the iron Buddha feet, and the martial idiot. Xue Dian, Li Cunyi and others.

But these people are already legends, so too many years have passed.

In the past 50 years, very few people have dared to say and recognize a master.

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

100 years ago, the general environment was relatively chaotic, martial artists killed people, and martial arts competitions were very common. It may be that the leader on the top of the mountain is a martial arts master.

Those people's kung fu is forged by the opponent's disability and death.

The more you fight, the more you get hurt, the more you kill, the more advanced your kung fu is, and if you come out to play in the rivers and lakes, and you can survive at the age of five or sixty, there is no doubt that they are all masters.

It's not that Wu Jiang doesn't want to admit it, it's that it is impossible to have a master in modern society, and there is no such condition for you to fight in actual combat.

Kung fu is a killing skill, some tricks are killing people when you use them, you can't stop them, but if you don't use them, you won't be able to display your true strength.

That's why some masters don't teach ultimate moves, so it won't be better. If they do, they may subconsciously attack if they are forced to, and finally fall into shackles.

Seventeen or eighty when I went in, 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 is filmed to go to the border, or has been a mercenary for a few years, otherwise he will never become a master if he has not seen blood.

Liu Xiaoyun smiled resentfully: "His achievements should be boasted by the media. I don't really believe that one person can play dozens of them."

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

Both the master and the apprentice have practiced martial arts, and they have practiced martial arts for decades. I probably know how far a person can practice.

Dozens of them, I dare not even think about it.

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

"Let's go, we've lost sight of it, come back tomorrow." Ding Xiu looked at it for a while, and said to Zhao Liying beside him.

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

"Don't read it, that's all."

He probably knows what this group of people are like, and he has not seen any of them who can work hard so far.

Maybe there is one on the referee's bench, but I'm not sure, I have to join hands to know. When the last day is over tomorrow, he will try it with Liu Xiaoyun.

It is really impossible to let Wu Jiang and Liu Xiaoyun go together, anyway, he doesn't mind.

If Wu Jiang and Liu Xiaoyun knew what Ding Xiu was thinking, the two of them might have a large shadow area. While they were still discussing how sure they would be against Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu already wanted them to fight together.

……

Ding Xiu appeared at the same university for two consecutive days, and it was difficult not to attract attention. Some students posted photos of meeting him on the Internet, so the reason why Ding Xiu went to the university became popular.

"Is this going to study further? Study after becoming popular, as expected of my idol."

"Look at the places he goes, the library, the football field, the cafeteria, the teaching building, he's either doing sports or reading. He's so eager to learn."

"Other stars in the entertainment industry have followed suit. Don't think that a little fame can last a lifetime. In this industry, all you fight for is culture."

"What a god! The National Bajiquan Competition is held in this university. Ding Xiu is here to participate. Don't ask me how I know, the referee won't let me know."

"What the upstairs said is true. I testify that it is now the second round. Ding Xiu has successfully qualified. Both of his opponents were instantly killed by one move."

"F*ck, awesome, the Bajiquan competition, Brother Xiu, is he here to win the championship?"

"If he makes a shot, no one can beat him."

"Martial arts competitions are different from filming. In the crew, the director can let whoever he wants to be awesome. One against a hundred is just a matter of fingertips. The martial arts competition is different. It's hard to say how Ding Xiu's actual combat ability is. "

"Don't guess, he is indeed a master. At least most people can't beat him. Tomorrow is the final. His strength should be in the top five."

On the third day of the competition, when Ding Xiu just arrived at the school, he saw a large group of media blocking the door.

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

"I have nothing to do."

"It's convenient to disclose, how many do you think are your opponents?"

"Sorry, passing by."

"Hello Brother Xiu, can you sign my autograph?"

"Aren't you filming? Are you here on leave?"

"I didn't ask for leave. Director Wang's actors have a lot of spare time. I came here mainly to see fellow martial artists practicing Bajiquan."

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

"Who is touching me?"

It wasn't just the media that blocked him, some students who were not in class also came to join in the fun. The inner and outer floors were so crowded with people that it was difficult to walk.

Traveling without bodyguards and clearing the way, Ding Xiu had a hard time walking. He was often taken advantage of along the way, eating tofu, crowded with people, and touched all over his body.

The male classmate who pushed him behind him even elbowed him.

Ma De, who is it?

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

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

"Go through the back door, you can't get out the front."

The clean white coat was caught with fingerprints all over it, the zipper was about to collapse, and the shoulders were still busy. Ding Xiu threw the coat to Zhao Liying and wore short sleeves himself.

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

"Not much left. If you're in groups of two or two, everything can be done before noon today. In the afternoon, gather everyone to talk about the scene, announce the champion and runner-up, and then you can go back to your respective homes."

"If there are no accidents, you should be the champion. You can plan your acceptance speech in advance."

After watching so many games, Xu Haofeng feels that no one is Ding Xiu's opponent, and the champion is in his pocket.

"Brother, keep your voice down, people will think there is something shady when they hear it."

"Hey, you, a referee, went to be a student, which is the biggest shady scene."

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, by the way, ask Liu Xiaoyun for me later, I'll wait for him at the football field."

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

No need to guess that Xu Haofeng knew why Ding Xiu wanted to ask Liu Xiaoyun out. Beating the students is not fun, so beating the referee.

This is the most exciting scene of this Bajiquan competition, and you can't miss it no matter what.

The auditorium found a place to sit down, and Ding Xiu waited for the game to start.

More than ten minutes later, the contest started. It was Ding Xiu's turn to appear before his butt was hot. The opponent was a man in his 30s with a straight nose, white face and beardless, and thin lips. He looked very gentle.

It's just that his thick joints and palms that are much wider than ordinary people are in stark contrast to his appearance.

(End of this chapter)

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