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Ding Xiu just used the upward pull in the sword technique, which was a very ordinary move, but because of the tricky angle, surprise, and power of the move, Zhang Xiong almost lost his grip on the dog beating stick.

Frightened, Zhang Xiong counterattacked with his stick. After temporarily forcing Ding Xiu back, he did not intend to give him too much chance to breathe. He swung his dog-fighting stick and attacked Ding Xiu's upper, middle and lower routes.

He could see that Ding Xiu had researched weapons, and he might still be in trouble.

The best way is to break his eyebrow-leveling stick first.

The tactics are a bit dirty, but there is no other way to win.

When you get into the ring, you only have to win or lose. You have to use all the methods and moves you can without violating the rules.

This is considered good for him. Look at those who play sports. In order to prevent the opponent from scoring at critical moments, shoveling, pulling clothes, and hitting people are all basic operations. The worst is a red card warning.

Using a violation opportunity to replace the opponent's score is very cost-effective.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

In the lobby on the second floor, Ding Xiu drew his stick and kept blocking Zhang Xiong's attacks. Several crises were averted.

The onlookers' views on him once again changed slightly.

The president of the Jingwu Martial Arts Association nodded and said: "I didn't expect that he is not only proficient in fists and kicks, but also knows a little bit about stick skills. It is not easy at this age."

After just a few moves, everyone still hadn't seen Ding Xiu's full strength, and they didn't think about his sword skills. They just felt that the front end of the stick was broken, and there was no way to hold it with both hands.

But seeing Ding Xiu's calm fighting style in the face of danger, I recognized his strength. If it were an ordinary expert, he would have been in a hurry, but unlike him, he could still act so calm.

However, defeat is inevitable sooner or later, because the Qimei stick cannot withstand a few blows. Ding Xiu has already fought hard for several rounds, and he is afraid that it will break if he takes two more blows.

"Snapped!"

While he was still thinking about how long he could hold on, in the middle of the field, Ding Xiu faced the powerful and heavy dog-beating stick and subconsciously stretched out the stick to block it. With a crisp sound, the sticks broke in unison and split into two.

There is nothing that can be done about it. To the end of the kung fu practice, it is more about muscle memory. Many times it is a subconscious reaction and cannot be thought about.

When someone releases a stick, your eyes see it, your brain thinks again, and issues instructions to the limbs. When the limbs move, the day lily becomes cold.

That's why you need to practice muscle memory. When you see someone raising his hand, you punch. When someone kicks you, you retreat.

Ding Xiu's eyebrow-raising stick is different from Zhang Xiong's dog-beating stick. He was able to block a few blows in an orderly manner before because of his rich fighting experience.

Zhang Xiong raised his hand and took a step forward. He knew what the opponent was going to do, and reacted quickly in his brain to dodge these attacks without breaking the stick.

But as the opponent's attacks became faster and faster, he didn't have much time to think, and all of them were subconscious and instinctive actions.

Therefore, there is no way to break the stick.

The stick was still good after breaking. After the stick broke, the force of the dog-beating stick continued to hit Ding Xiu.

Seeing this, some people have closed their eyes.

The overall situation is settled.

Wu Bing sighed slightly, feeling that it was not worth it for Ding Xiu. If Ding Xiu was holding a good weapon at this moment, this result would never be the result.

"boom!"

The dog-beating stick hit the ground, and a fist-sized hole was hammered out of the wooden floor.

Everyone looked intently and saw that Ding Xiu was unharmed.

It turned out that just at the moment when the eyebrow-raising stick broke, Ding Xiu's side of his body passed by the dog-beating stick, and he avoided it by just a hair's breadth.

For a master like him, just the moment the eyebrow-raising stick and the dog-beating stick collide, he knows that the eyebrow-raising stick is going to break.

No, or in other words, when he subconsciously raised the eyebrow stick, he knew it was going to break.

So the body reacted quickly, sideways avoiding the dog stick.

At the same time, his feet were not idle. Before Zhang Xiong could lift the stick, he stepped heavily on the front of the dog beating stick with one foot.

With more than a hundred kilograms of weight and Ding Xiu's deliberate exertion of force, Zhang Xiong was panting after being beaten for a while, unable to lift the dog stick at all, and his face turned red from holding back.

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped and their eyes widened.

No one expected that Ding Xiu would move so quickly, and the situation that was bound to lose would suddenly turn around.

Breaking the stick at the eyebrow level, dodging sideways, and using his feet to suppress the dog beating stick, everything was completed in an instant. If any one of them moved slower, he would lose.

"Damn, can young people react so quickly?"

"Damn it, if it were me, I would have to hit my head with this stick."

"The reaction speed of his nerves is amazing. He is a natural athlete."

"He not only reacts quickly, but also has rich combat experience. He can predict the consequences the moment the stick breaks. Otherwise, if he reacts quickly, he would only be able to dodge sideways at most."

Amidst the exclamations, a big boss gave a reliable explanation.

Ding Xiu's series of actions did not reflect his quick reaction. He simply had too much combat experience. Hit him and a series of subconscious moves came up.

You know, human nerves and body are two different systems.

React quickly. React quickly, but you also have to be physically able to keep up. Otherwise, it's all in vain.

Normal people have a transition time when you react and move your body, but experts are different. Years of fighting make them just glance at it and their bodies move accordingly.

In some cases, the body can even react faster than the brain.

Ding Xiu is obviously the latter. No, he is much more powerful than the latter. Not only does his body react quickly, but his nerves also react quickly.

If nothing else, Zhang Xiong will lose.

"Wow!"

Unable to lift the dog-beating stick, Zhang Xiong used both hands to pull the stick out from under Ding Xiu's feet.

When he was still about to lift the stick, Ding Xiu moved his legs. At this distance, he had a preemptive strike, and his legs were much faster than the stick.

"boom!"

A side kick hit Zhang Xiong's chest. Zhang Xiong took five or six steps back. He just raised the stick and was about to smash it down when he held the stick with a big hand.

I don't know when, Ding Xiu has arrived, holding the stick in his left hand, pinching Zhang Xiong's neck with his right hand, licking his lips and grinning.

"you lose."

His throat was pinched and he couldn't speak. Zhang Xiong wanted to struggle, but Ding Xiu suddenly increased his strength. He felt it was difficult to breathe. If he moved again, his neck might be broken.

Inadvertently, he looked into Ding Xiu's eyes with unwilling eyes.

The eyes were cold, ruthless, and full of murderous intent.

Many words were stuck in his throat, and Zhang Xiong swallowed them. He was really afraid that Ding Xiu would kill him here in the next second.

Zhang Xiong, whose face was already turning red and veins popped out on his forehead, didn't wait for the referee to say anything, and patted Ding Xiu's arm hard to express his resignation.

Ding Xiu was unmoved, sneered, looked around and said, "What is he doing? Is he admitting defeat or attacking without making a sound? Should I stop or not?"

From the beginning, he used a broken stick to bully people, and the dog-beating stick was so fierce that if he wasn't careful, he would have to go to the hospital and lie down for half a month.

When his stick broke, no one came out to say a word.

Now after just warming up, I want to admit defeat. How can it be so easy? Let’s beat him up and down.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"I, I, admit..."

With his neck being pinched, Zhang Xiong patted Ding Xiu's arm again and struggled to utter a few words. However, before he could finish speaking, the force on his neck suddenly increased and all the subsequent words were lost.

"What did he say?" Ding Xiu asked everyone.

Everyone: "..."

mmp!

You couldn't hear what he said. People are about to be strangled to death by you. What do you think he said?

"Ahem." After a cough, a famous martial arts star from Hong Kong stood up. Zhang Xiong's face turned blue. If he didn't stop him, he might die: "He gave up."

"That's right, old man, do you keep your word? If the person involved doesn't admit it for a while, he will be ready to launch a sneak attack as soon as I let go. He's here to deceive me."

"No, my words still work."

People were so pinched that they rolled their eyes, and they even attacked me secretly. They came to deceive me. I had to be able to sneak attack them.

"Well, since you said so, I believe it."

As soon as Ding Xiu let go, Zhang Xiong seemed to have all his strength taken away from him. He lay on the floor, gasping for air like a dead fish. The dog-beating stick fell to the side and he no longer had the strength to lift it up.

"Sorry, I got a little too serious just now and couldn't hold back. Are you okay?"

Faced with Ding Xiu's hypocrisy, Zhang Xiong didn't have the strength to do it, so he just barely raised his hand and waved it.

Watching Zhang Xiong being carried away, Ding Xiu said angrily: "Next."

"Next!"

On the Internet, regarding Ding Xiu’s success in the fifth round challenge, Hong Kong and mainland netizens are in a state of confusion.

"Damn, these old men are really useless. Aren't they called masters? They can't even beat one of them."

"If I had known I would have done it myself, and I would have lost anyway."

"Some time ago, Quanzhen actually tricked my nephew into signing up to learn martial arts. That's what love is all about."

"With Ding Xiu's trouble, he has figured out the basics of Hong Kong's martial arts community. It's clear which one can beat and which one can't. Everyone should stay away from that Karate guy who was carried off as soon as he came up. Don't be fooled."

"Whoever says you can't fight in Kung Fu should just keep your eyes peeled."

"Ding Xiu's work was recorded at the police station. They obviously didn't check it out in advance."

"I think back then Brother Xiu was a man with a knife, chasing dozens of gangsters running through the streets. When the boxing champion came, he would kneel down with one move."

"Is it really a joke to be a Beijing Film Studio beauty?"

Most of the netizens chatted through the screen. Most of them didn't see Ding Xiu's competition live. They just thought that winning would be awesome.

In fact, the people who challenged Ding Xiu were all good at martial arts.

Especially Zhang Xiong, who is holding a stick. He can move such a heavy stick freely in his hand, and he is very skilled at it. Every stick is unpredictable, cunning and vicious, and it is all aimed at Ding Xiu's vital points. If he is hit by one move, , which is the ending of lying down.

Outside, Zhang Xiong can be considered a master. Ordinary martial arts practitioners can't beat him. He is already very strong.

It's just that everyone didn't see the scene and didn't know the situation. They heard through the screen that they failed in a few moves, so they thought they were just average.

Little did he know that the situation at the scene was unpredictable, and Ding Xiu was in danger many times during the competition. The moment his eyebrow stick broke, Wu Jing, Wu Bing, Cheng Long and others all had their hearts in their throats.

Later, when they saw that he had won, they all breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on their faces.

"Wing Chun, Liang Lu, I met Master Ding."

After the fifth game, no one dared to take action. No one answered Ding Xiu's voice. During this period, some people focused on the old man with a white beard sitting on the sidelines, sitting on the Taishi chair.

But the old man didn't speak and shook his head.

Seeing no hope, the Wing Chun talents had no choice but to step forward.

"Baji, Ding Xiu." Ding Xiu handed over his hand with a little regret, now he had no money to make.

Originally, he wanted to try Bajiquan, but unfortunately, he didn't see it. He glanced at the Bajiquan boss several times in a row, but the other person acted as if he hadn't seen him, just looking at him with his eyes, nose, and heart.

How did he know that the more he practiced Baji, the more he knew how terrifying he was.

This Bajiquan is not only perfect, it is also at its peak.

Ding Xiu's Baji Quan was different from what they practiced. Each punch and kick contained a strong violent aura, or murderous aura would be more appropriate. Those who didn't know better thought he had just come off the battlefield.

If they hadn't known he was a celebrity, they would have called the police.

Because Mr. Baji felt that Ding Xiu had no chance of killing someone, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to beat him so hard.

Liang Lu was dressed in a black Tang suit and cloth shoes with thousand layers of soles. He said calmly: "Master Ding, our Wing Chun has sticks, fists, and knives. Everyone has seen your fists and sticks. How about you try the knives next?"

Wing Chun's eight-cut sword is not famous in the martial arts world, but everyone who has practiced it knows that it is a great killer.

Punches and kicks hurt people, but the damage is limited.

Six-and-a-half stick is not suitable for this kind of space.

The only suitable one is the Eight-Zhan Sword, which is short and lean, pursues speed, and is good at getting close.

Moreover, after looking at several battles, they also knew more or less about Ding Xiu's situation. His boxing skills were superb, but he could not defeat him even if he went up to him.

They didn't know the stick technique very well, but they obviously knew it. The only reason was that Zhang Xiong lost too quickly and didn't fully understand the details. They didn't dare to bet, what if he was a master of stick techniques.

In the end, all that was left was the sword. Liang Lu was good at swordsmanship. He had practiced the Eight-Zhan Sword for many years, and his skill was no worse than his own.

Now he can only hope that Ding Xiu doesn't know how to use the sword, otherwise he will really be doomed.

If you think about it carefully, it should be impossible for a person to be proficient in fists, feet, sticks and knives at the same time, right? That's not scientific.

Just like Ding Xiu said when he fought against Ma Qiang, it is not easy for ordinary people to master a Kung Fu, and it often takes ten or twenty years of hard study.

A master of Bajiquan like Ding Xiu should spend a lot of time on his fists and kicks. He practices Sanjiu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer. It is very abnormal that he can find time to practice the stick method while practicing Bajiquan to a high level.

If Liang Lu could still master swordsmanship under such circumstances, he would burn a few sticks of incense at his ancestor's grave when he returned home, because he had memorized the idea.

"Pfft!"

In the crowd, Wu Jing couldn't help laughing.

Comparing swordsmanship with Ding Xiu, are you serious? Ding Xiu's swordsmanship is first, and his boxing skill is second. The reason why he doesn't use swordsmanship often is because it is forbidden to use swords easily, and they can hurt people easily.

Another reason is that Ding Xiu is very good at boxing, and there are not many people who can make him use the knife.

When Liang Lu challenged Ding Xiu's sword skills at this point, he was completely hitting the muzzle of the gun. Ding Xiu could win this time with his eyes closed.

Hearing the laughter, many people glared at Wu Jing. In their view, this was provocation and meant to look down on others.

Wu Bing also glared at his beloved disciple, as if to say, he knew better than to say it, he was ignorant.