I add points to my martial arts in the real world

The reason is also very simple. Gong Yan is still watching from the side, and Qian Dong has thousands of ways to do it. There is no need to directly hit others in the crotch in public.

But don’t think that hitting a woman’s crotch can’t cause damage.

In fact, women are also equally fragile. If they are hit, the damage caused is the same as being hit on a man's crotch. It's just that because men are hanging outside, being hit can easily cause disability. Of course, a woman's crotch is When attacked, the damage caused is still not as fatal as the damage suffered by a man.

Qingshui Xirong took a slap this time and rolled on the ground several times. Then she looked at Qian Dong with her head on the ground, her eyes full of despair.

"Are you still coming?"

This is what Qian Dong wanted to do. Didn't he want to find a whetstone?Then let them know what it is like to encounter diamond.

"Come."

Qingshui Xirong stood up unwillingly. This time, he didn't think about using karate or free fighting. Instead, he took a posture that Qian Dong didn't expect. It was exactly the starting position of Baguazhang, with his hands turning into dragon palms, one after the other. My feet were walking in the mud and I started to move forward steadily.

"Drink~"

There was a trace of ridicule on the corner of Qian Dong's mouth. Qing Shui Xirong's meaning was obvious. She no longer planned to fight head-on, because there was no chance of winning in that case. Now using Baguazhang, she just wants to take advantage of Baguazhang's flexibility and rely on moves to win. , or use Qiandong to sharpen your body skills.

It's a pity that she didn't know that Qian Dong was best at Baguazhang. What's more, how could Qian Dong give the opponent moves? If Qian Dong fought with her, wouldn't it allow her to achieve the effect of tempering herself as she wished?

What's the best way to break Baguazhang?
If someone asked Qian Dong that, he would definitely say: speed.

Yes, in the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be defeated. Baguazhang is indeed smooth and flexible, but as long as the speed is faster than the opponent, it can still win with one blow.

In addition to the Mantis Tiaoshou, Qian Dong also mastered the Bajiquan hand duster, which is similar to the Mantis Tiaoshou.

It's just that the Mantis's tricky hand strikes with the fingers, and the emphasis is on hooking, and the buttonhole and throat gouging are quite cruel. The Baji Duster's hand is also thrown out quickly with the same hand, and the emphasis is on the duster, hitting the opponent's face with the back of his hand.

Ever since, when Qingshui Xirong cautiously walked over and planned to test him, Qian Dong raised his leg and stepped forward for the first time, and at the same time, he violently brushed out his right hand. Before Qingshui Xirong could react, Qian Dong had already withdrawn his hand. .

"Snapped…"

The voice was clear and loud, Qian Dong's shot was as fast as lightning, not even leaving a trace, but Qing Shui Xirong's head suddenly tilted back, and when he raised his head again, there were four red finger marks on the upper half of his face.

Qian Dong was so fierce this time that Qing Shui Xirong was stunned and her face swelled rapidly. Qing Shui Xirong's nose and tears were left uncontrollably for a moment.

Naturally, there is no need to compete next, whether it is physical fitness or strength and physique, and now even the skills have been beaten to the point of being unable to fight back.

"Feel sorry…"

Qingshui Xirong covered her face, trying hard to control the snot and tears from flowing down. Then she bent down and bowed, said sorry, covered her face and ran towards the audience.

Qian Dong didn't have any sympathy for this. The martial arts competition was not just playing house, so why was he playing pity on the beauty?

In other words, these little devils were very good in attitude and words, and did not arouse Qian Dong's resentment. Otherwise, Qian Dong could also know the Fujian Tongren technique that Chen Fengchen from Burma knew, but he had too much knowledge before. , he didn't fully understand it, but after contacting Chen Feng, he had a good understanding of acupuncture skills, and the corresponding Kung Fu tips naturally appeared in his mind.

If Qian Dong wanted to keep these Japs behind, he only needed to tap on a few of them using similar techniques. Qian Dong's acupuncture level far surpassed that of Chen Feng. There may be some shortcomings in his techniques, but he was better at controlling Qi and Qi. High blood control.

Cutting off part of the blood circulation will cause these people to have certain symptoms of dizziness or chest tightness in the past few days. If they don't go to the hospital, they may have cerebral hemorrhage or coronary heart disease. By then, even if they suspect Qian Dong, they won't be able to come up with anything. evidence of.

But Qian Dong just thought about it. He did hate the little devils, but he didn't want to kill them all on sight.

Qian Dong was about to get off the ring when he heard a shout coming from his ears:

"Mr. Qian, I would like to challenge you. Please give me some advice."

The speaker was none other than Takashi Matsumoto, a middle-aged man holding a knife. At this time, he was walking in front of the crowd. He didn't care about Qingshui Xirong who was walking down the crowd. Instead, he stared at Qian Dong with his eyes full of excitement.

"You? Are you sure?"

Qian Dong glanced at Matsumoto Takashi in the audience, took a serious look, and asked again with some doubts. After all, in terms of body shape, the middle-aged man in front of him was quite thin. The tragic situation of Shimizu Kirong just now must be He also saw it, and now he dares to challenge him.

"I am definitely no match for Mr. Qian in boxing and kicking, so I want to test weapons. I don't know if Mr. Qian is good at it."

Matsumoto Takashi looked at Qian Dong, his eyes full of longing, and he was afraid that Qian Dong would suddenly say something like this: I don't know how to use weapons.

"Oh, that's okay."

Only then did Qian Dong remember that the Southeast Asian Martial Arts Federation competitions did not restrict fists, kicks or weapons. In this case, it made sense. However, Qian Dong did not understand how the competition should be conducted if weapons, fists and kicks were not restricted. Arrange games.

"Thank you very much. I would also like to ask Mr. Qian to choose a weapon."

Matsumoto Takade quickly walked to the stage, bowed to Qian Dong again, and then looked at Qian Dong.

Qian Dong looked around. As a martial arts gym, of course there were weapon racks. When a student saw Qian Dong looking for weapons, he immediately jogged to the weapon rack, picked up a knife and ran towards Qian Dong. passed.

"Master Qian, Master Qian, pick up the weapons."

The student casually threw the knife towards Qian Dong. Qian Dong reached out to catch it, put it in his hand and looked at it.

This is said to be a sword, but it actually lifts it up. It was just bought by Li Xingbang to decorate the martial arts hall. The blade and scabbard looked really beautiful, but when Qian Dong held the sword in his hand, it was obvious that the weight was wrong. Qian Dong Dong pulled it out casually, and there was no sound of metal friction.

When he pulled it out, a plastic blade appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Qian, if it's not suitable, you can choose other weapons."

Matsumoto Takashi was obviously optimistic about this scene. He pulled out his sword from his waist. It was not the wooden sword Qian Dong had just seen, but a bamboo sword. The straight blade was shining brightly. It was obvious that Very well maintained. "It's not necessary. Sometimes those who use swords don't necessarily have to hold a sword in their hands."

Qian Dong didn't think it mattered, and shook the plastic blade. The connection between the blade and the handle seemed a little unstable, but Qian Dong really didn't care. For him, Matsumoto Takashi opposite him was not worth taking seriously.

"Let me ask you a question, how many places have you achieved in competitions at your level?"

Qian Dong is still somewhat interested in martial arts competitions, not just for money, but also to see other martial artists. They say martial arts are spread overseas, Qian Dong really can't help but want to see them, but if his strength is too low If so, Qian Dong would have to consider whether it was necessary.

"Theoretically, there are a total of 32 martial arts schools participating every year. However, before that, there will still be many teams fighting for a round to determine the 32 places. We will participate in the competition every year in the name of the Vietnamese martial arts gym. Generally, we will enter the [-]th Strong, the best result is to enter the quarterfinals.”

Matsumoto Takashi answered seriously and looked solemn. He did not relax when he saw Qian Dong holding a plastic knife.

The sword he was holding was also a bamboo sword. In the early days, there was no clear distinction between national swords and swords. The reason why he dared to challenge Qian Dong and Qingshui Xirong after seeing the duel was because he believed in the sword in his hand.

It doesn't matter if he holds a bamboo sword now. As long as he can cut Qian Dong, it is considered a victory, because if it is placed in a martial arts competition, what he has in his hand is a real iron sword. Qian Dong is not afraid of hand swords. He doesn't believe that even the real sword Iron Sword Qian Dong can ignore it, so in his eyes, he still has a certain probability of winning.

"That's it, are you ready?"

Qian Dong got the answer and was quite satisfied. Although Southeast Asian countries are small, they do not restrict the nationality of the participants. It can be said that as long as they are not afraid of death, anyone can compete.

In the face of huge interests, I believe that in the end it will be those from major countries who will compete for spots.

Qian Dong held a plastic knife in his hand, looked at Matsumoto Takashi who was waiting for him on the opposite side, and shouted.

He showed no mercy or mercy to Qingshui Xirong before, just to destroy the other party's self-confidence. Now, he will show no mercy. Facing the little devil, Qian Dong has no interest in practicing benevolence, justice and morality. To be honest, if someone from China were to adjust the competition today, Qian Dong would not play at all.

"Ready."

Just when Matsumoto Takashi was holding the sword in both hands and preparing for it, Qian Dong had already pointed the sword in his hand at the opponent.

Just when Qian Dong pointed the knife at the opponent, it seemed to others that it was a very simple action, but in Matsumoto Takashi's eyes, the ridiculous plastic knife was like a long, cold knife pressed against his throat. The knife made him feel the threat of death in an instant.

Qian Dong took a plastic knife and casually took a few steps forward. The tip of the knife pointed directly at Matsumoto Takashi's face.

"Danger... move it, move it, danger... move it!!!"

Matsumoto Takashi's forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were staring at the tip of the knife stabbed by Qian Dong, and he was shouting crazily in his mind.

Unfortunately, it was of no use. The instructions in his mind seemed to be lost in the ocean, and his body was completely out of his control. Even if he bit his gums until they bled, he could not change the result at all.

"Shu~"

The tip of Qian Dong's knife finally passed by Matsumoto Takashi's ear and cut it open. A drop of blood fell. Qian Dong inserted the plastic knife into the sheath, then turned around and stepped off the stage.

"Huh...huh..."

After Qian Dong took the knife away, Matsumoto Takashi collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, breathing heavily. Looking at Qian Dong's back, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He came out, his eyes full of despair.

That kind of despair cannot be expressed in simple words. Looking down at the bamboo sword in his hand, he felt particularly strange at this moment, as if his more than ten years of practice had no effect.

Others were confused. They only saw Qian Dong holding a plastic knife and stabbing Matsumoto Takashi at an unpleasant speed. Only at the last moment, he turned and passed Matsumoto Takashi's ear, but Matsumoto Takashi was like a piece of wood. No movement, as if someone had cast a restraining spell.

"Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian, what is the name of this sword? Can you tell me the name?"

After Qian Dong walked off the ring, Matsumoto Takashi stood up with difficulty, supported his body with the bamboo sword in his hand, took two steps forward, and asked Qian Dong loudly, and it could be seen from his slightly bent legs that what happened just now The sword affected him, and the fact that he was able to get up now was a sign of great perseverance.

"Oh? That sword (sword) just now is called Shi."

Qian Dong looked at Matsumoto Takashi who was reluctantly standing up, with a look of surprise. He didn't expect Matsumoto Takashi to stand up so quickly, but he gave him a high look, and without any concealment, he told the core of the sword just now. .

That's right, what I just used was stance. It can be said to be sword stance or sword stance. Just as Grandpa Gong said: "Long-term practice will generate a kind of confidence. When you pick up the sword, you will generate a kind of momentum. This kind of momentum is so indestructible that timid people won’t even dare to look you in the eye.”

What Qian Dong did just now was to replace self-confidence with mental power and a small amount of killing intent, thus creating an aura. This killing intent can make people feel like a sword hanging from the top, and the whole body cannot move, unless they have been trained for a long time and have the ability. Only those who have killed people can resist Qian Dong's momentum.

Obviously, Matsumoto Takashi is not that kind of person. He may have been trained for a long time, but he has not experienced many killings, so he cannot overcome his body's instinct. Even if his teeth are broken, he cannot resist at all.

"Potential?"

Matsumoto Takashi lowered his head and muttered to himself, and no one could see his expression clearly for a while.

"Hey, return the sword to you. Master Li, a martial arts gym as big as yours should have some better weapons."

Qian Dong thrust the plastic knife into Li Xingbang's hands and walked back to his seat.

"My husband is great, let's have some tea."

Gong Yan stood up and handed over the tea. Starry eyes appeared in her eyes, full of admiration. When Grandpa Gong and Qian Dong were talking about the power of the sword, she was by the side. She thought that no one could do such a mysterious thing. I didn't expect to see it today.

"A Dong, awesome."

Grandpa Dong directly stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up. He couldn't see the trick inside, but this didn't stop him from knowing how powerful Qian Dong was. As the saying goes, if you don't know how powerful you are, you can severely destroy the prestige of the little devil. He was very happy, and since this person was Qian Dong, his happiness was doubled.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Qian, don't be in a hurry to leave at noon. You must have a drink later. It will be very satisfying."

Needless to say, Li Yongjun had already arranged for someone to book a table at the restaurant when Qian Dong stepped down. (End of chapter)