Modern longevity: starting from Baduanjin

Chapter 157 The gap is too big, there is no need for a competition!

Originally, many people thought that Yang Xingyu and Shi Xinghe would be in a close battle.

At the very least, Yang Xingyu won't win so easily, it will take at least three or five rounds to decide the winner.

But no one expected that Yang Xingyu could solve Shi Xinghe with such a swift speed.

After Shi Xinghe fell down, he quickly got up and the game continued.

However, Yang Xingyu didn't give him any chance to show off at all. A combination of heavy punches combined with elegant body skills ended the match directly.

The audience who were still waiting for Shi Xinghe's counterattack and the audience in front of the TV were shocked.

The people watching the match in the Guanyu Fighting Stadium were astonished as well as excited.

"Damn it! Yang Xingyu is so powerful now."

"Did you see, his speed was so fast just now, that Shi Xinghe didn't even have a chance to react."

"Looking at the replay on the phone, his body is stretched out. How did he do it?"

"I heard that Yang Xingyu has mastered the family-passed dragon swimming technique..."

Everyone was chattering and talking, discussing Yang Xingyu's technique and movement while being excited.

And Zhou Shen in the crowd withdrew with a smile on his face.

He secretly thought to himself: "Yang Xingyu is indeed a martial arts genius. He perfectly combined Youlong's movement into modern fighting techniques. At the same time, his strength is still very strong. Facing this kind of Sanda master, there is basically no way to solve it!"

A heavyweight Sanda master with full skills, agility and strength, just ask if you are afraid?
That is Shi Xinghe, who is also very strong against blows. He took seven or eight punches before falling down. If he was an ordinary person, Yang Xingyu would probably kneel down with one punch, begging him not to die!
"No, it's impossible for ordinary people to dodge the over-the-shoulder fall for the first time, and it's almost impossible for an ordinary person to survive the fall on the spot."

While Zhou Shen was thinking in his heart, he slowly walked towards the hall of the fighting gym.

The training equipment in the fighting gym is similar to Sanda boxing, sandbags, speed balls, foot targets, boxing targets and the like.

Huang Xuelin, Yao Weijun and some other martial artists who were discussing Yang Xingyu's skills here immediately noticed his figure.

Everyone followed.

"Master Zhou..."

Zhou Shen stopped in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, and after everyone came over, he asked the person in charge of Guanyu Fighting Gym: "What is this big mirror for?"

The person in charge who was full of muscles explained with a smile: "It's for air strikes! Practice in front of a big mirror, and you can self-adjust your punching posture. The most important thing is to cultivate self-confidence. He looks so handsome!"

"Oh! So that's how it is..."

Zhou Shen nodded with a smile, understanding what the boss meant.

In modern society, people who practice boxing, Sanda and fighting are not aimed at self-defense at all. Most people still think that practicing fighting is very handsome, just like fitness.

A large mirror can undoubtedly increase the enthusiasm of students to practice.

Economical and affordable.

Just after the two of them finished speaking, a tall and burly man like Yao Weijun stood next to Huang Xuelin, and said with a smile: "Master Zhou, I heard that you are very good at martial arts. It's true, can you let us see it?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Yao Weijun couldn't help but froze for a moment, then frowned.

The reason why he agreed to Huang Xuelin to help introduce Zhou Shen was that he just wanted to "help" with Zhou Shen, but now the people around him obviously didn't mean that when they opened their mouths, they were obviously trying to make trouble.

This is very troublesome, no matter whether he is speaking for Zhou Shen or Huang Xuelin, he is not human inside and out.

After Yao Weijun figured out the joints, he was very annoyed.

"Hey, let you want to curry favor with Huang Xuelin, are you okay now?"

At the same time, Zhou Shen said with a smile: "Then it's not necessary. I'm not a performing martial artist. Everyone asks me to perform. I don't have enough 24 hours a day."

Jiang Wenguang, that is, the burly man reacted quickly, and said with a smile: "Oh, Master Zhou said that he is not a performing martial artist, so it seems that you are a real martial artist? If this is the case, how about this, I will play with Master Zhou ?”

Zhou Shen looked him up and down, still shook his head and smiled, "No."

Jiang Wenguang subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Zhou Shen said solemnly: "You are not my opponent."

"..."

"..."

More than a dozen people at the scene, including Cao Tianyu, the owner of Guanyu MMA mixed martial arts gym, and the staff of the fighting gym, all had speechless expressions on their faces.

Especially Cao Tianyu, who held back so tightly that he didn't laugh out loud.

"What is this, Master Zhou? I'm afraid he's going to be stupid after practicing martial arts, right? How can he say something like this when he's struck by lightning?"

"Don't you look at your own weight and what your opponent's weight is? With your small physique, if Jiang Wenguang doesn't wear gloves, he can kill you with one punch!"

"However, these martial arts practitioners seem to have the same virtue, and they will always look like they are going to blow up the sky. They are not good in actual combat, and they are No. 1 in pretending. Including this Huang Xuelin, they are all pretending to be a criminal."

Cao Tianyu, as a professional fighter with a background in MMA mixed martial arts, looks down on traditional martial artists from the bottom of his heart.

Fosan's side, those who practice Wing Chun, Cai Lifo, Hong Quan, and Wuxing Quan, count as one, they are all rubbish.

This master, that master, bragging over there every day, if he didn't make a living here, he would have kicked them out a long time ago.

Jiang Wenguang has seen someone pretending to be aggressive, but Zhou Shen has never seen such an aggressive one.

But surprisingly, he didn't get angry at all, and he almost didn't even laugh out loud.

This feeling is like a child waving his fist and threatening a big man: I am Ultraman Tiga, believe it or not, I will punch you to death?

Jiang Wenguang turned his head and looked into the fighting gym, with an unconcealable smile on his face.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Jiang Wenguang coughed a few times, turned his head and imitated Zhou Shen's seriousness, and said, "In this case, Master Zhou, you can show mercy!"

Zhou Shen still shook his head and said with a smile: "At most, you can join hands, but you still can't do it in actual combat!"

Joining hands is the same as practicing, which can increase skill proficiency, unlike actual combat, it is meaningless to him.

When Yao Weijun heard this, he immediately said: "Yes, yes, no actual combat, just joining hands."

"no!"

Huang Xuelin denied it outright.

He came here on a special trip just to expose Yang Zhongwei's lies. If he helped him, wouldn't he be fooled?

The so-called "hands-on" means that when martial arts practitioners compete with each other, according to the usual practice, they will use their forearms to touch each other, compete with each other, and compare the depth of skill. This is called "hands-on".

In ancient times, when martial artists competed with all their strength, they were very vulnerable to serious injuries or even life-threatening. Before entering the arena, they had to sign a "life and death certificate".

Like the fist bumping in Sanda competitions, it evolved from joining hands.

But now the hand-holding of traditional martial artists has completely become a kind of etiquette, and the real connotation of "hand-holding" has been lost.

Huang Xuelin, as a master of Hongquan, always joins hands with others for performances outside, and he is too aware of how watery it is now.

"Well... Now in the entire Guangdong Province, who doesn't know the name of Master Zhou? You are said to be a master of martial arts, and your kung fu has reached the point of proficiency! And I think the best way to test kung fu is actual combat."

"Master Zhou, don't shirk."

Huang Xuelin was dying of anxiety, Zhou Shen didn't want to fight in the ring, how could he expose his lies?

After he finished speaking, he winked at several other traditional martial artists.

Everyone quickly said: "Yes, Master Zhou! We admire your kung fu very much, let us experience it."

"Only by learning from each other can the progress of kung fu be helped. How can one make a breakthrough by working behind closed doors?"

"..."

Facing the fuel of the crowd, Zhou Shen still shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't want to compete with him, but the difference in strength is too big, there is no need to compete!"

Hearing Zhou Shen's words, everyone at the scene had different expressions, some were speechless, some wanted to laugh, and some admired.

Those who are speechless and want to laugh can understand, but those who admire him admire his face. How could he have the nerve to say such a thing?
The key expression is still so serious, what he said is the same as the truth.

"Maybe what he said was ironic? He didn't mean that Jiang Wenguang couldn't beat him, but that he couldn't beat Jiang Wenguang. After understanding this way, he was right in an instant. The gap between him and Jiang Wenguang's strength is indeed huge. It is necessary to compete."

Cao Tianyu, who was silently eating melons beside him, thought to himself and was very happy.

But Huang Xuelin was speechless.

He has met all kinds of people in these years, but he has never seen such a thick-skinned person as Zhou Shen.

"How on earth did he have the nerve to say such a thing? You are a traditional martial artist, what level is your actual combat level? Don't you have any clues in your mind? What kind of big tail (yǐ) wolf are you pretending to be here?"

Huang Xuelin was so angry, he wished he could compete with Zhou Shen.

However, rationality still defeated the impulse in his heart. After all, the other party was younger than him, and his body had been hollowed out by wine, sex and wealth all these years, and his strength was not as strong as the other party. If he really fought, he might not be able to beat the other party.

……

Seeing that Zhou Shen is unwilling to compete in actual combat, no matter what he says, it's useless how aggressive he is.

Huang Xuelin and Jiang Wenguang also had no choice but to put a knife on his neck, right?
In desperation, Jiang Wenguang could only agree to help.

Jiang Wenguang assisted Zhou Shen and demonstrated [Xingyiquan] and [Grasping Hand].

"Split palm with left step, Beng fist with half step right, Beng fist with left leg, Beng fist with right step, Pao fist with oblique right, Eagle grabbing with elbow covered with right hand..."

"Twisting the wrist and breaking the arm, grasping the wrist and pressing the arm, curling the arm and supporting the elbow, sealing the throat with a backhand, slashing the wrist with the chest in place, bumping the back and moving the leg..."

Jiang Wenguang practiced with Zhou Shen's gestures with both hands.

At the beginning, he was a hundred thousand reluctant, and he said it was a cooperative exercise if it sounded good, but it was a cooperative deception if it was bad.

Hitting this way and picking it up like that, farts are useless in actual combat, just one whip kick and you will faint.

However, he soon discovered that it was different from Zhou Shen's holding hands. It was obvious that his own hands were unwilling to change moves with his hands, and his body was unwilling to move forward or backward, and he just wanted to resist on purpose.

But Zhou Shen's hands were too strong, so big that he couldn't resist at all, he could only swing his palms back and forth, left and right like a marionette.

He wanted to break free, but he couldn't break free at all. His whole body was like a bug in a spider's web, firmly stuck to him by an invisible force, and he could only obediently cooperate with Zhou Shen to make various movements.

Jiang Wenguang was shocked.

"How could this be, why can't I break free with both hands?"

"Let me go... ah..."

However, no matter how much strength he used, it would not help at all.

"Why is this happening? How is it possible? It shouldn't be! With his strength, how could he control my body?"

Jiang Wenguang's heart was almost about to collapse.

He gritted his teeth so hard that he didn't let himself ask for mercy.

This feeling of being out of control is very scary.

What's more, Jiang Wenguang is also a former professional Sanda champion, and he has confidence in his own strength and skills from the bottom of his heart.

Such a feeling of being out of control had a devastating blow to his self-confidence.

Those who watched the battle outside the field also saw that something was wrong.

Jiang Wenguang was sweating profusely, his face was flushed red, and his expression even looked a little ferocious.

It was obvious that he was unwilling to cooperate with Zhou Shen, but whenever his hands and legs were about to break out of control, they were pulled back by Zhou Shen's big hand-wrapping hands, small hand-wrapping hands, and two-word pincers.

It's a pity that there were no people with good eyesight at the scene, and no one could see the horror of Zhou Shen's hand-in-hand.

……

When Jiang Wenguang was about to beg for mercy, Zhou Shen finally "helped".

Let go of Jiang Wenguang's arm.

With a "bang", Jiang Wenguang sat down on the exercise mat, sweating profusely, and almost collapsed.

Zhou Shen smiled and said, "Are you all right?"

Reach out and pull him up from the ground.

I secretly laughed in my heart.

This guy has been resisting, desperately trying to break free, but if he relaxes, nothing will happen at all.

I insisted on competing, but I was exhausted and paralyzed.

"No...it's fine."

Jiang Wenguang didn't know what Zhou Shen was thinking, if he knew, he would definitely spit on his face.

The light grass ash you eat, let you fart lightly, in exchange for yourself, are you willing to be played like a marionette?It feels like you don't even have the slightest control over your body, have you ever tried it?

But at this time, apart from being tired, Jiang Wenguang felt more fear in his heart.

He couldn't imagine that with his own strength, he couldn't break free from the other party's shackles, so how terrifying was his strength?

Zhou Shen turned his head and said with a smile: "It's getting late today, I'm going back to practice, and I'll get together when I have time."

"Okay, Master Zhou, go slowly!"

Yao Weijun said with a smile on his face.

Things finally didn't get out of hand.

"Wait a moment!"

Under Huang Xuelin's suggestion, Cao Tianyu had no choice but to speak.

After all, Wuxie is his immediate boss, if offended, Huang Xuelin will definitely give him small shoes to wear in the future.

Zhou Shen smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

Cao Tianyu said: "I heard that Master Zhou kicked the wooden dummy?"

Zhou Shen didn't explain, it wasn't kicking, he laughed and said, "You all seem to be very interested in this matter?"

"That's right!" Cao Tianyu immediately hit the snake with the stick when he heard it: "Master Zhou, can you let us see it?"

"Let's see it? You don't have a wooden dummy here either."

Zhou Shen thought that he hadn't tried the power of a master-level kick kick yet, so he looked around and said.

When Cao Tianyu heard this, he immediately said, "Can sandbags work?"

"Sandbag? All right!" Zhou Shen glanced at the sandbag by the wall and said with a smile, "Don't ask me to pay for it if you kick it!"

"Don't worry, I will never ask you to pay for it."

Cao Tianyu almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Two hundred kilograms of multi-layered cowhide sandbags, if you can kick them, I swallowed all the iron sand inside on the spot.

Huang Xuelin was also secretly excited, "The fox's tail is finally coming out! Yang Zhongwei, how can you brag?"

He looked up at the high-definition camera in the corner, and the camera was aimed right here.

Here, Zhou Shen walked to the wall and swept his right leg directly without accumulating much energy.

There was a howling sound in the air due to the high speed.

But before the screaming sound came out, the next second, Zhou Shen's right leg had already hit the [-]-kilogram cowhide sandbag.

There was a loud "boom" in everyone's ears, and the eardrums were shocked.

And the [-]kg cowhide sandbag, as if being hit by a locomotive, the thick iron chain for fishing on it broke directly, and the sandbag exploded on the spot, and the iron sand inside fell down one after another.

"..."

Everyone at the scene was stunned.

(End of this chapter)