Lord of the Desert

Chapter 13 Lessons
The joy of most bullies is not the violence itself, but the control of the situation and the fear expressed by others.

So is Hong An.

It's just that Hong Fan's composure today made him feel no fun at all.

After confirming that the instructor was correcting his movements far away from the martial arts field, Hong An's arrogance swelled up.

Regardless of his partner, he didn't even put on a defensive stance, and just stepped forward with a punch.

Hong Fan raised his arms to block.

But Hong An couldn't hold back with one blow, he twisted his waist and punched repeatedly.

This time, Hong Fan slid back and out of the way.

"You have violated the rules again, the teacher does not allow combo strikes."

Hong Fan sighed and said.

These childish tricks really bored him.

"Why, you're scared and want to sue the teacher?"

Hong An just asked back.

He was fully expecting the same silence as before.

But the reality was beyond his expectation.

Hong Fan stepped forward, moved his wrist, looked directly into Hong An's eyes, and asked softly.

"Don't you think it's boring to play around like this?"

"I……"

Hong An was suffocated.

Then, Hong Fan's next sentence caught his ears again.

"You and I just let go and fight, how about?"

This time, not only Hong An, but even the groups practicing around felt that they had heard it wrong.

Hong Fan, who has nothing but good looks, dares to take the initiative to invite a fight? !

Under the eyes of everyone, how could the third son of the concubine shrink back from the concubine.

"Come on!"

Hong An blushed and replied.

There is no such luxury as referee rules.

The two posed in a posture and fist bumped each other to start.

Excited and angry, Hong An took the lead in attacking, crossed steps to close the distance, and came up with a high kick sweep.

This blow is obviously aura, it can be described as powerful and heavy.

But in Hong Fan's view, the flaw is too big.

Folding his arms sideways, he took the sweeping kick, and then turned around with a low whip kick when his strength was exhausted, hitting the inside of the opponent's only supporting leg.

A proud defensive counterattack technique from a bald head in K1 in the previous life.

Hong An staggered from the blow, and felt a burning pain in his inner thigh.

What made it even more difficult for him was that the clear and clear sound of the blow attracted more eyes.

At this time, almost all the disciples in the ethnology have stopped duel training, focusing on the duel between the two.

Under the eyes of all kinds of different meanings, Hong An became more and more eager to regain face.

He slid forward, feigned an attack with a jab in his hand, and the real killing move fell on the side kick from the center immediately after.

But these tricks are ridiculously crude in the eyes of Hong Fan, who has practiced MMA for many years.

After the low-handed block, Hong Fan made another sweeping slash, seizing the opportunity of Hong An's leg drop, and bombarded the outside of his unsteady and defenseless knee.

The pain was instantly piercing.

Glancing at the red and purple skin from the blow, and Hong Fan's indifferent eyes, Hong An finally realized that the technical gap between the two sides was ridiculously large.

This seriously frustrated Hong An's fighting spirit.

He barely maintained his stand, stepped back a few steps, and dared not take the initiative to attack again.

In the arena, all kinds of discussions came and went.

"Hong Fan has suffered a serious illness and is fighting for it?"

"Hong An is no match at all!"

"Good guy, Fan Geer is too violent; should I also find a chance to get sick..."

With all kinds of comments in his ears, Hong An's face turned paler and paler.

But when he lost his courage, he found it difficult to even move his feet.

"That's it?"

Hong Fan sneered in a low voice, spread his hands, and pressed forward for the first time.

One step, two steps...

From Hong An's point of view, these few steps are stepping on his own face, crushing the face he accumulated on a daily basis.

"Wow!"

The young man who was psychologically forced to the corner finally lost control, let out a howl of fear or anger, and stretched out his fist forward.

Hong Fan's response can be described as a leisurely stroll.

Shen body dodges sideways, rear hand meets.

All in one go.

Everyone only heard a muffled sound, and saw that Hong An, who had been punched empty, was accurately hit on the jaw by the opponent, and immediately fell to the ground.

This time, he completely lost his combat strength, and couldn't even stand up after several attempts.

On the training ground, there was a moment of silence.

The Hong family disciples were too surprised.

They were firstly surprised by Hong An's three-stroke defeat, which has always been strong, and secondly, they were surprised by Hong Fan's calm performance behind the enemy.

Even Hong Fu had never imagined that his friend actually had such a face in his bones-it can only be said to be handsome.

The last thing that broke the calm was the sound of heavy footsteps taught by the teacher.

With his hands behind his back, he stood beside Hong An for a while, and ordered to a group beside him: "Both of you, carry Hong An to a cool place."

Then, his eyes fell on Hong Fan.

"You come with me."

Hong Li said, and left the training ground quickly.

It wasn't until the two of them entered the teaching dormitory that he said, "You're really good at it!"

His voice was cold and filled with anger.

After Hong Li took over the ethnology at an old age, he was quite open about the management of his disciples.

In his view, young and energetic young people gather together to practice martial arts, and they are divided into different ranks, and some bullying and bullying are not only inevitable, but even helpful to improve.

As for the actual combat, as long as the strike is measured, he also encourages it.

Therefore, in the past, when Hong Ping and Hong An bullied others, he would not speak.

Today Hong Fan beat him back with his own hands, and he didn't intervene in advance.

What made Hong Li angry was the technique Hong Fan used in the fight.

"I've said it many times, you're not allowed to learn those things if you haven't studied ethnology!"

The old man scolded angrily.

He stared at Hong Fan's overly handsome face, and recalled the anti-retaliation and counter-attack moves he had just used in his mind.

As a skill that has been developed in another world's fighting field for many years, even in Hong Li's view, it is really superb.

But because of this, he became more and more angry.

How much time did Hong Fan spend on it to get to this level?
If these hours are spent on Yanliu Gong, how much progress can be made?
He has been teaching for many years, and he is not afraid that his disciples have no talent, but he is afraid that his talent will be wasted by going astray.

"Hong Fan, do you still have the ambition of our Hong family's children?"

Hong Li asked in a low voice, with the meaning of mourning his misfortune and angering him for not fighting.

"How many times have I said that fists and kicks focus on exploiting flaws and body structure, the most limited!"

"It should be noted that flaws are created and destroyed according to the strength and speed of the warrior. If you use one thousand catties of strength to attack another one hundred catties, his mind, eyes, and hands can't keep up with you. After ten years of practicing martial arts, what's wrong with you? "

"Schools of the Hong family, unless you know how hard it is to make progress in martial arts, you wouldn't waste your time on martial arts!"

After a reprimand, Hong Li became more and more angry, and pulled out the ruler around his waist to punish him.

But when he saw the layers of calluses on Hong Fan's outstretched palm and the smoothed peak of his fist, he couldn't hit with the ruler.

As a teacher, he doesn't want his disciples to waste time going astray.

But as an elder, he cannot allow the victim to regain his dignity.

According to the rumors, the young man in front of him couldn't even eat three meals well, and he talked about sophistication...

Thinking of this, Hong Li's anger disappeared suddenly, and after a little hesitation, he took out three Tuigong pills from his bosom and handed them to Hong Fan.

"Take it."

This Tuigong pill is made by the Hong family's unique secret recipe, which is of great help to the cultivation of inner vision and penetrating realm warriors.

As one of the benefits for the children of the Hong family after entering the family study, there is only one per person per month.

Hong Fan never refuses the gift from the elders.

After accepting it, he returned the gift with unprecedented respect.

(End of this chapter)