practice falsehood

Chapter 63 063

Seeing this lean man blocking his way, Chen Hao had no choice but to stop his hand. He first hugged the man and said, "I'm sorry! Fists and feet have no eyes. It's inevitable that you won't be able to hold back during a martial arts competition! Not to mention a master like Master Song. With this three-legged cat's skill, it should be very difficult to hurt him."

Then he leaned forward pretending to be concerned, and shouted to Song Shijie who was lying on the ground: "Master Song! I am a little less energetic this time than we were last time sparring. Are you injured anywhere?" "

"Would you like to go to the hospital to check your injuries first? I'll help you advance the medical expenses!"

Hearing these joking words of concern, Song Shijie, who was kicked and broke his leg, became even more anxious!
His face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was covering his broken leg that was bent ninety degrees. While resisting the pain, he raised his hand and pointed at Chen Hao: "You... 豼..."

At this time, all the GA students in the gymnasium who hadn't left the stadium gathered around to watch.

"Song Shijie, who was at the peak of Level 2, actually lost?"

"It's so miserable! My legs were kicked and broken!"

"What is the origin of this new guy? How can he be so good at fighting?"

"Didn't the instructors praise him all the time before? A young master from some martial arts association still had his legs broken."

"You are already thirty and still sneaking into our school. You are really shameless."

"Exactly! He was recruited at such an old age. If he didn't go through the back door of the Wushu Association, how could this person be qualified to come to our school and train with us?"

"Master Song, please hold on! I've contacted the doctor in the emergency room for you!"

The students were pointing and pointing under the ring, and some who couldn't stand Song Shijie were getting angry behind his back.

As soon as he heard these cool words, Song Shijie, who was already furious, couldn't bear it any more. He turned his head and looked at the joking eyes in the audience in shock, and raised his finger to point at the GA students who said the cool words: "You...you guys ..." Immediately afterwards, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground completely unconscious.

Seeing this scene, the students discussing in the audience all lowered their voices, and they were no longer as blatant as before, but they murmured mercilessly in private: "What kind of shit is a martial arts association consultant! It turned out to be a silver pewter gun The head will be broken if it is stabbed."

"With this kind of psychological endurance, can you still build up your fist?"

"I don't think it's even as good as a first-year student!"

Although Song Shijie's coma blocked Youyou's mouth in the audience, it was considered a coma.

After all, he is also a master of dark energy who understands clearly and understands his intentions, and he often travels around the world to find people to discuss with.

As a martial artist, it is quite normal for him to fail in martial arts sparring.

If he can't bear even this small defeat, it shows that this person's psychological endurance is not as bright as his external resume.

The thin man's face changed when he heard the discussion from the audience, he took a deep breath and shouted at the gossiping students in the audience, "Shut up!"

His roar shook the ground like thunder, and the entire gymnasium reverberated with a buzzing echo. All the GA students under the stage were shocked and consciously closed their mouths.

The few students who were closer to the ring were even more hairy, as if they were threatened by some kind, each of them showed panic, and raised their hands to cover their ears.

You must know that the roar of the lean man was as powerful as a rainbow, not all by brute force.

In boxing, this is the sound-strike Kung Fu known as "taking the lead".Only by practicing the dark energy through the heart and lungs, and exhaling like thunder, can the roar be so powerful that it will frighten the opponent, and he will use his hands to release a third of his energy.

Of course, this type of sound-playing kung fu is also extremely common in life.

Just like the police catching repeat thieves, as long as they say "Stop! Don't move!", some timid criminals will immediately tremble with guilt, unconsciously squatting down with their heads in their hands or raising their hands stiffly.

Or those who are less courageous will also raise their hands to cover their ears when they hear a sudden booming sound coming from their ears.

Even Chen Hao frowned slightly as he watched, sighing in his heart: "This man is a master!"

As for the lean man who was calming down the situation, seeing that the discussing students in the audience had stopped moving, he hurriedly pinched Song Shijie in the middle of the crowd: "Master Song! Hold on!"

Seeing that Song Shijie refused to wake up for a while, the thin man sighed lightly: "Master Song! Why are you bothering?" He picked up the opponent, and after a few brisk steps, he got off his horse from the ring and squeezed The students who opened the onlookers ran quickly towards the outside of the gymnasium.

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Chen Hao did not stop the thin man from leaving.

After breaking Song Shijie's leg, he felt as if the knot in his heart that had been suppressed for a long time had been untied, and he felt an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body.

"The hard training during this period was finally not in vain!"

"My hand and foot skills have been trained to be stronger than Song Shijie. Even if I face a Huajin master like Huo Heng, as long as I don't fall into a disadvantage in the style of play, the opponent will never think about taking me down in a short time." Chen Hao thought in his heart. Secretly analyze.

His current strength can be said to be very outstanding. Although the panel shows the boxing realm of Anjin's late stage, his real combat strength has long since broken through the original limitations with the blessing of Sanmen Perfection-level external skills.

It's like a primary school student who has taught himself the knowledge of junior high school and high school. It's not too easy to go back and solve questions at the primary school level.

Of course, his sudden quickness was not without consequences.

Not long after defeating Song Shijie, Director Lin, who had received the news, rushed over from outside the gymnasium.

"It's all gone! It's all gone!"

"It's closing time soon, don't leave it like a log." Lin Fengtian dispersed the onlookers as soon as he entered the venue, and then took Chen Hao to the school's admissions office.

"Master Chen Hao, what do you want me to say about you?"

"You have just arrived at our school, and you caused such a big trouble without even sitting on your butt." As soon as Lin Fengtian entered the office, he began to scold Chen Hao like an ordinary school teacher teaching students.

Chen Hao is not afraid of this. After establishing his own boxing intention, he is no longer the ignorant young man.

He took a look at the environment of the admissions office, sat down unceremoniously on the high-end office sofa that looked very valuable at first sight, spread his hands and said: "Director Lin, you are also a master of Huajin, aren't you? Do you know that fists and kicks are blind? It’s just an ordinary sparring injury, what big trouble can it cause? I don’t believe that your school doesn’t have any disability indicators.”

Seeing Chen Hao's posture of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, Lin Fengtian's face darkened, knowing that this brat was planning to eat himself, so he said with some embarrassment: "There must be indicators of disability! But those The indicators are all for our official GA students."

"You and Song Shijie are both informal students assigned by the Wushu Association. Even if you die in our school, we will not control you."

"Wait until the people from the Martial Arts Association are held accountable, and you can find a way to explain to them yourself. Our school is only responsible for training, but we don't care about the kindness and grudges of you Jianghu people."

Hearing that there was something in the other party's words, Chen Hao also rolled his eyes, and asked tentatively: "Then Song Shijie has a big background?"

When Lin Fengtian heard this, he was immediately annoyed by these words: "You kid broke a leg and almost ruined his martial arts, but you don't know his origin?"

Chen Hao spread his hands: "I only know that he is the successor of the Xingyi Boxing Hall. He made some troubles outside before, and he just wanted to find the venue when he met him. He didn't worry so much at all."

Lin Toyota also clapped his hands after hearing this, and laughed a few times at first: "What a good person who doesn't worry so much! People who practice martial arts should be straightforward like this." Then he warned with a serious face: "But you kid won't mess with me this time. The trouble is indeed not small!”

"Song Shijie is a closed disciple of the Ma Xing lineage of the Xingyiquan Guild Hall. Although this lineage is sparse, the older generation are all masters with strong skills. If you break a leg of their closed disciple, it is equivalent to breaking a leg. If he has lost his way to promotion, if he becomes inconvenient in the future and is left with hidden wounds that cannot be fully transformed, he will definitely rely on you and cause trouble for you."

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(End of this chapter)