Back to 1984: Hunting in the Mountains

Chapter 33 Come, Hit Me
When everyone saw that the person lying on the ground was not Yu Qiutang, but Wang Ermaizi who was so arrogant just now, they were stunned.

Everyone was stunned. They looked at the person on the ground, then at Yu Qiutang, and then at the person on the ground again. They couldn't believe their eyes.

It's too ridiculous.

How could Wang Ermaizi be turned into this state?
Didn't he claim to be invincible in the area? !

He had harmed so many honest people in the food street, and every time he bullied them, the opponents had no choice but to avoid him as much as possible.

But now he is being treated like a dog eating shit, lying on someone else's feet, as if he wants to bite someone else's stinky feet.

This young man looks weak and incompetent, but I didn't expect he is quite capable.

Previously, I only thought that he was good at talking and had some courage. He was not willing to be outdone by Wang Ermaizi, which showed the courage of a young man.

Now we finally believe that this young man has the capital, and we all feel relieved, followed by an inexplicable joy and satisfaction.

Damn you Wang Ermaizi, I told you not to bully others all the time, and now you have come to this day. Aren’t you very arrogant? Why are you acting like a dog now?

No one was concerned about taking care of business and everyone just started eating melons.

Yu Qiutang is preparing to wrap up.

He squatted down, looked at Wang Ermaizi, and asked calmly: "Do you want to get up again?"

Wang Ermazi saw the mockery in Yu Qiutang's eyes and gathered up his fighting spirit that had just dissipated. He turned over and sat up, "I just didn't pay attention. Come again!"

Yu Qiutang also stood up, "Then come again, but I still have things to sell. I'll give you one last chance. If you lose, you have to admit it."

"Just once."

Wang Ermaizi stood up and slowly backed away, and the people behind him also followed suit, leaving him enough space.

Standing still and taking a deep breath, Wang Ermaizi's expression gradually became calm. He expanded his chest with both hands and actually made a very ancient posture, a bit like standing still.

Yu Qiutang was slightly stunned. Wow, I was wondering why the body was so strong, it turns out there is some trick to it.

Yu Qiutang had seen this posture before. When he was a forest ranger in his previous life, he had an old uncle with him at first. One time, a friend of his uncle came to see him and he stayed temporarily at the station at night.

At dawn the next day, Yu Qiutang got up to go to the toilet and found the old man doing this movement on the rock at the door. Seeing his curiosity, he told him that this was the starting gesture of a kung fu called "Red Fist".

Seeing that Yu Qiutang was very interested, he showed him some boxing skills.

The layman was just watching the fun. Although the old man told Yu Qiutang that if he was interested, he could practice this set of boxing techniques to defend himself in emergencies and to strengthen his body in his spare time, Yu Qiutang did not really take it to heart.

At that time, he had a five or six and a half rifle, and he thought that boxing was just a relic of the old society. No matter how fast the boxing was, it would be useless when encountering a gun. A bullet would send him to hell.

To kill a tiger with bare hands, one needs to be at least at the level of Wu Song, but if one uses a gun, a child with a little training can kill a tiger, so why bother spending so much effort on practicing boxing?

Later, when I saw the uncle, who was eighty years old, still strong and healthy, with a ruddy complexion, and walking up and down the mountain briskly every day, even more agile than a young man like him, he believed that the thing was really useful.

Unfortunately, by the time he figured it out, he had forgotten most of the boxing techniques and only remembered some simple moves.

The patrolman only learned the basics from his friends, including some standing postures, which were about the same as Yu Qiutang's, and could not serve as a guide.

Unexpectedly, after many years, I saw a hint in Wang Ermaizi, indicating that this guy at least knew someone who knew a little bit of Hongquan.

It is said that Red Fist was a martial art that was passed down by old man Chen Chuan to a woodcutter when he lived in seclusion in Guanzhong to help him deal with wolves and tigers in the mountains. It has gradually developed into a martial art with rich content, various routines, and comprehensive techniques. It is famous for its close-fitting, sharp leg techniques, and tricky and clever strikes.

It gradually expanded from the Sanqin area to the northern provinces and gave rise to different branches, but the most famous one still came from Guanzhong, after all, this is its birthplace.

Suddenly, Yu Qiutang's memory became clear.

The red fist moves that he had forgotten in his previous life seemed to be hidden in the secret corners deep in his mind. Now they all came out and gathered together into complete pictures.

In a flash, he rediscovered many of the essentials.

The old man said that learning Hongquan does not necessarily mean being brave and aggressive, it can also enhance a person's physical fitness, reaction ability, walking speed, etc.

He now has to make a living by walking in the mountains. If he can repair the Red Fist, it will greatly enhance his safety factor.

Coming back to his senses, looking at Wang Ermaizi's starting posture at this moment, although it was not very standard, his temperament was completely different from his previous casual moves.

Brute force and skillful force are completely different concepts. Just like many times, a clever use of force can break a stone slab, which is actually a special type of force.

"roar~"

Wang Ermaizi suddenly let out a light breath and rushed towards Yu Qiutang like a chariot. Yu Qiutang clearly felt that his impact force was different this time. He wanted to give up the idea of ​​​​hard connection and directly use clever force to unload the force.

But at the moment when the two were about to come into contact, he suddenly gave up the idea of ​​avoidance. Since he had always wanted to figure out the limits of his current body, then Wang Ermaizi was just the right experimental subject.

Keep avoiding, when will you be able to face the opponent head on?

It is impossible to avoid the past in every aspect of life.

He gave up the idea of ​​dodging, and when Wang Ermaizi attacked, he changed his fist into an elbow and hit Wang Ermaizi's chest directly.

"Oh!"

The two men collided violently, and Yu Qiutang felt as if his chest was hit by a hammer, and he felt a little stuffy.

Wang Ermaizi was knocked to the ground, groaning while holding his fist.

Yu Qiutang knew that he would not be able to withstand the collision with his fists, so he retracted his fists in time and switched to elbows. However, Wang Ermaizi was full of anger and wanted to knock Yu Qiutang down with one punch. He never thought that he would get injured instead.

Yu Qiutang calmed down the turmoil in his heart and came to Wang Ermaizi again, "Are you convinced now?"

When Wang Ermaizi looked at Yu Qiutang at this moment, his eyes had already changed, as if he was looking at a ghost.

What was happening before his eyes was completely beyond his imagination.

Even if he had ten more heads, he couldn't understand why a young man like Yu Qiutang could have such profound strength.

Seeing Yu Qiutang waiting for his answer, he sighed and nodded dejectedly, "I admit defeat, I will pay compensation, come on if you want to slap me in the face, I will bear it."

As he said this, he struggled to get up, took out a few one-dollar bills from his inner pocket and handed them to Yu Qiutang.

"See if it's enough. If not, I'll sell the vegetables and give it to you." He got up again, walked straight to Yu Xiaowei, lowered his head slightly, "Come on, I'll give you a slap."

The atmosphere around became extremely quiet, with only the squeals of pigs being driven by people in the distance. Everyone looked at Wang Ermaizi in surprise, not expecting that he would really give in.

(End of this chapter)