death of hope

Chapter 114 "Corporate Warrior" (31) Fighting Master

Sigurdlifa jumped up on one leg and made a ruthless and swift Thai-style flying knee, which was easily blocked by Lynch with his elbow.

She quickly regained her balance, and then swung her fist to her chest. The blow of the fist was blowing with wind, which showed the fierceness of her strength.

Even Wang Hongye, a master of oriental martial arts who was watching from the sidelines, stared wide-eyed, and couldn't help but feel glad that he didn't fight her just now.

(This guy's shot is not light or heavy! If you get hit like this, your ribs will be broken!)

Lynch was annoyed, and wanted to teach this rude recruit a lesson, so he became a little more serious.
Huge palms grabbed the opponent's wrist and tightened violently.

"Enough is enough, recruit."

Sigdrifa has never seen such a domineering power,

Even in a boxing gym full of masters, I have never encountered such a situation.
It was as if my wrist was firmly encased by a thick iron rod, not to mention hitting the target, and I couldn't even advance a millimeter.

The arrogant arrogance before was instantly swept away. She felt the heat from the opponent's palm spread to her skin, and Captain Lynch's bull-like snort was blowing out on the pale golden hair on her arm, itching.

"Give me...let go!" Sigurdlifa blushed angrily.

Angry, she resorted to the bloodiest and cruelest move in Burmese boxing—head hammer strike.

Use the hard skull to hit the opponent's relatively fragile nose bridge and lips,

This vicious and vicious move is strictly prohibited in most of the systematic fighting techniques in the human world, because once it succeeds, the person being beaten will inevitably bleed, which is against the spirit of modern civilized competitive sports.

But Sigdrifa doesn't care about shitty competitive sportsmanship, she's just a competitive young man who won't give up until she reaches her goal.

Otherwise, she would not go to the master to practice the fierce ancient Burmese boxing. She only has one word in her mind - (WIN!) Win!
Even Lynch, who has experienced many battles, was unable to prevent this vicious head hammer in time.

The nose and mouth were slammed into the opponent's forehead, and the bridge of the nose, which had been broken countless times, broke again. The teeth scratched the inside of the lips, bleeding, and he had no choice but to let go of the opponent's wrist and retreat to protect his vitals.

After a successful blow, Sigurdlifa was ecstatic, and followed closely behind.

(While you are sick, I will kill you! Give up your first position! Captain!)

This time, the move was still fierce and vicious. The right elbow drew a vertical line from bottom to top. The elbow passed like a knife, and a deep gash was opened on Lynch's rough cheek. mixed together.

Head hammer, followed by elbow knife, this is a set of vicious and cruel combo skills, the next move is even more ruthless, hitting the opponent's crotch with his knee, fortunately Lynch is already prepared and protects his vitals with his hands, otherwise the pain will already be sore Rolling all over the floor.

On the surface he was beaten into an extremely embarrassing situation, but his heart was still as calm as before:
(Young man, I have figured out your way, next...wait for suffering!)

Sigdrifa didn't mean to stop at all, the word pity was not in her dictionary, and she didn't want to give the other party any chance to breathe,

With his left hand, he swung his fist vigorously and sharply towards the ears, and with his right hand, he punched Lynch fiercely in the chest.

(Smart move, it's a trap, if I dodge with my head down, I'll get a right punch to the jaw and fall unconscious.)
Lynch instantly saw through the opponent's intentions, imitating the Burmese boxing's head hammer move and slammed into it, took the fist abruptly with his hard skull, then flew out of his left leg with a low sweep, and hit the opponent's calf with the shin bone of his calf.

Sigurdlifa's calf muscles were in severe pain, and she was almost swept away by this powerful low sweep. Fortunately, her center of gravity was stable enough, and her strong right leg forcibly stabilized her balance. She took a few steps back and staggered to a firm stand. .

A simple low sweep left her in a panic, and everyone else in the room laughed. This was obviously the most unbearable pain for Sigurdriefa, who had a strong self-esteem.

"You want to use my usual moves to defeat me? How arrogant!"

"Use the other's way, and give back to the other body. You should have heard this sentence from the master when you were learning boxing." Lynch opened his arms as he spoke, making a friendly gesture, meaning that he hoped to end the fight, but the other party obviously didn't want to. accept.

"You pissed me off! Wait for the hospital, sir!"

As soon as the words fell, Sigurdrie combined fists and elbows, and the offensive was like a storm. Every move hit Lynch's injured bridge of the nose, which was extremely fierce and brutal.

The other four couldn't stand it anymore and shouted:
"Too much! Grab her!"

They rushed forward in unison, trying to hold down this tyrannical recruit, but Lynch stopped him loudly:
"Everyone, don't come here, this is a battle between the two of us."

"You are a fastidious person." Sigurdriefa withdrew his fist, took out a pack of cheap man-made fiber tissues from his pocket and threw it over:

"Sir, wipe this off, half of your face has been stained red, making you even uglier."

"Thank you."

Lynch received a tissue, took out one, tore it, twisted it into a ball, and stuffed it into his nostril to stop the bleeding.

"Knee bumps, elbow strikes, head hammers... a combination of speed and strength. You are a disciple of Burmese boxing champion Aung La N Sang."

"It seems that you are very good at martial arts. That's right, I am the chief disciple of Master Aung La Ensang, the "Burmese python."

"It's really a formidable young man. You are young. It's incredible. Your skills are no less than the Burmese python itself. Coupled with the advantages brought by your physical strength, it can be said that you far surpass him."

"Surrender, sir, what I practice is not the kind of modern boxing that is like playing house, but a practical ancient fighting technique that can be used on the battlefield.

I still have dozens of deadly ultimate moves that I haven't used yet. "

"Your 'Bin Dao' practice has reached its peak, I really want to know, how is your 'Liwei' practice?"

"Don't force me to do it, or you will become disabled and lie on the bed with a catheter inserted in your next life."

Lynch knew where the confidence of the recruit in front of him came from.

Ancient Burmese boxing is similar to ancient Muay Thai boxing. Instead of using sponge-padded boxing gloves, bloody killing moves such as head hammers and chops are allowed. It is very close to street fights and even bare-handed fighting on the battlefield.

Its fierce and brutal style of play and overly open rules are incompatible with modern sports, so it is rarely known to the public.
However, it is especially favored by high-risk occupations such as special forces soldiers and elite bodyguards.

Ancient Burmese classical martial arts schools are divided into two types: unarmed combat and weapon combat.

Unarmed combat is further divided into "bindao" and "liwei". The former is relatively gentle and focuses on self-defense, while the latter is extremely fierce and fiercely punches.

(End of this chapter)