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Chapter 260 Wing Chun, let's compare knife skills in this round

Ding Xiu just used the upward thrust in the saber technique, which is a very common move, but because of the tricky angle, surprise, and great strength, Zhang Xiong almost lost his hand on the dog-beating stick.

Shocked, Zhang Xiong hit back with a stick, temporarily forced Ding Xiu back and didn't intend to give him too much chance to catch his breath, so he picked up the dog-beating stick and attacked Ding Xiu's upper, middle and lower three directions.

He could see that Ding Xiu had researched weapons, and he might have some tricks.

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

Tactics are a bit dirty, but there's no way to win.

In the arena, the only thing you can do is win or lose, and you will use all the methods and moves you can make without violating the rules.

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

It is a good deal to use a violation opportunity to replace the opponent and score.

"Dangdangdang!"

In the lobby on the second floor, Ding Xiu kept blocking Zhang Xiong's attacks with his stick, and saved himself from danger several times.

The onlookers' opinion of him changed slightly.

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

After a few moves, everyone has not yet seen Ding Xiu's full strength, and they have not thought about the sword technique. They just feel that the front end of the stick is broken, and there is no way to use two hands to hold it.

But seeing Ding Xiu's unruffled style of play, he recognized his strength. If it were an ordinary master, he might have been in a hurry. How can he behave so calmly like him.

But losing is a matter of time, because the Qimei stick can't hold it a few times, Ding Xiu has fought hard for several rounds, and he is afraid that it will break if he hits it two more times.

"Snapped!"

While he was still trying to hold on for a few more times, Ding Xiu faced the powerful dog-beating stick in the field, and subconsciously stretched out the stick to block it. With a crisp sound, the sticks broke in unison, splitting into two.

There is no way to do this. Kung Fu practice to the end, it is more of a muscle memory, and most of the time it is a subconscious reaction, unable to think.

When someone makes a stick, you see it with your eyes, your brain thinks again, and sends instructions to your limbs. When your limbs move, the day lily will be cold.

That's why you need to practice muscle memory. When you see someone raise your hand, you will punch. If someone kicks you, you will retreat. When you get close to your body, you will punch short. When you distance yourself, you will sweep your legs. All movements are completed in an instant.

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

Zhang Xiong raised his hand and stepped forward. He knew what the other party was going to do, and reacted quickly in his brain, avoiding these attacks without breaking the stick.

But as the opponent's attack became faster and faster, there was not much time left for him to think, and all of a sudden it was a subconscious instinctive action.

Therefore, there is no way to break the stick.

It was good to break the stick. After the eyebrow-level stick was broken, the dog-beating stick continued to hit Ding Xiu without losing strength.

Seeing this, some people have already closed their eyes.

The game is settled.

Wu Bing sighed slightly, feeling worthless for Ding Xiu. If Ding Xiu was holding a good weapon at this moment, it would definitely not be the result.

"boom!"

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

Everyone looked intently, and Ding Xiu was unscathed.

It turned out that at the moment when the eyebrow-leveling stick broke, Ding Xiu brushed past the dog-beating stick on one side of his body, avoiding it with a slight distance.

For a master like him, just the moment the eyebrow-level stick and the dog-beating stick collide, he knows that the eyebrow-level stick will break.

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

So the body reacted quickly and turned sideways to avoid the dog-beating stick.

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

With a weight of more than 100 kilograms plus Ding Xiu's intentional force, Zhang Xiong, who had been beaten for a while, was out of breath and couldn't lift the dog-beating stick at all, and his face was flushed from holding back.

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped, their eyes widened.

No one expected that Ding Xiu's actions would be so fast, and the game that was supposed to lose was suddenly reversed.

The eyebrow-leveling stick broke, sideways dodge, and the foot pressed the dog-beating stick, everything was done in an instant, but if one of them moved slower, the one waiting for him would lose.

"Damn, are the young people reacting so quickly?"

"I'm Nima, if it were me, this stick would have to be hit on the head."

"This nerve reaction speed is amazing, a natural athlete."

"It's not just that he reacts quickly, but also has rich combat experience. The moment the stick is broken, he can predict the result. Otherwise, he can only dodge sideways at most if he reacts quickly."

Amidst the exclamation, a big guy gave a reliable explanation.

Ding Xiu's series of actions is not because of his quick response, but because he has too much combat experience. When he hit him, a series of subsequent moves subconsciously came up.

You should know that the human nerve and body are two different systems.

The reaction is fast, but you have to be physically able to keep up, otherwise it will be useless.

When you react, there is a transition period for normal people when it comes to moving their bodies, but it's different for masters. After years of fighting, they just take a glance and their bodies move accordingly.

Some even react faster than the brain.

Ding Xiu is obviously the latter, no, he is much more powerful than the latter, not only the physical response is fast, but the nerve response is also fast.

If nothing else, Zhang Xiong will lose.

"Wow!"

Unable to lift the dog-beating stick, Zhang Xiong pulled it with both hands, and the stick came out from under Ding Xiu's feet.

When he was still about to lift the stick, Ding Xiu shot out his legs. At this distance, he preemptively struck, and the speed of his legs was much faster than that of the stick.

"boom!"

A side kick hit Zhang Xiong's chest, and Zhang Xiong retreated five or six steps. Just as he raised the stick to smash it down, he held the stick with a big hand.

At some point, Ding Xiu had come to him, holding the stick with 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 still wanted to struggle, but Ding Xiu suddenly increased his strength. He felt difficult to breathe. If he moved again, his neck might be broken.

Inadvertently, he stared at Ding Xiu's eyes with unwilling eyes.

His eyes were cold, heartless, and full of killing intent.

A lot of words stuck in his throat, Zhang Xiong swallowed, he was really afraid that Ding Xiu would kill him here in the next second.

His face had already started to turn red, and Zhang Xiong, who had bulging veins on his forehead, patted Ding Xiu's arm vigorously to admit defeat without waiting for the referee to speak.

Ding Xiu was unmoved, sneered, looked around and said: "What is he doing, admit defeat or attack, and keep quiet, should I stop or not?"

When he came up, he bullied people with a broken stick, and the dog-beating stick was so vicious that if he didn't pay attention, he would have to go to the hospital to lie in bed for half a month.

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

Now I want to admit defeat just after warming up, how can it be so easy, just beat me up and down.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"I, I, admit..."

The neck was pinched, Zhang Xiong patted Ding Xiu's arm again, and struggled to spit out a few words, but before he finished speaking, the strength on the neck suddenly increased, and all the words behind him were clicked.

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

Everyone: "..."

mmp!

You can't hear what he said, people are going to be strangled to death by you, guess what he said?

"Cough cough." With a cough, the famous martial arts master on Hong Kong Island stood up, Zhang Xiong's face turned blue, and he might die if he didn't stop him: "He admits defeat."

"That's right, old man, do you mean what you say? Don't let the person deny it for a while. As soon as I let go, he will prepare to launch a sneak attack and cheat."

"No, my words still work."

People are pinched so that they roll their eyes, and sneak attack, come to cheat, this f*ck has to be able to sneak attack.

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

As soon as Ding Xiu let go, Zhang Xiong seemed to be drained of all his strength, lying on the floor, panting 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 was a little serious just now, I can't hold back, are you okay?"

Facing Ding Xiu's hypocrisy, Zhang Xiong didn't even have the strength to dismiss him, 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 challenge, Hong Kong Island and Mainland netizens were divided into two worlds.

"Damn, these old men are really useless, aren't they known as masters, they can't beat even one of them."

"If I had known earlier, I would have gone up by myself, and I would have lost anyway."

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

"Ding Xiu's trouble is like finding out the bottom line of the martial arts circle on Hong Kong Island. It's clear at a glance which one can fight and which one can't. In the future, everyone should avoid the karate fighter and don't be fooled."

"Whoever says kung fu can't be played, please keep your eyes open."

"Ding Xiu's kung fu has been filed at the police station. They obviously didn't check it out in advance."

"Back then, brother Xiu was alone with a knife, chasing dozens of gangsters running all over the street. When the boxing champion came, he would kneel with one move."

"Is it true that you are joking about Beijing Film Studio's factory flower?"

Most of the netizens talked freely through the screen, and most of them didn't see Ding Xiu's martial arts competition on the spot.

In fact, the skills of these people challenged by Ding Xiu are not bad.

Especially Zhang Xiong who holds the stick, such a heavy stick can be retracted and released freely in his hands, and he can play it with great proficiency. , is the ending of lying down.

Putting it outside, Zhang Xiong can be regarded as a master, and ordinary martial arts practitioners are not enough to beat him, and he is already very strong.

It's just that everyone didn't see the scene and didn't know the situation. They heard about the defeat of a few tricks through the screen, and thought it was just a little level.

Little did he know that the situation on the scene was unpredictable, and Ding Xiu had many dangers during the martial arts competition. The moment he broke his brow-level stick, Wu Jing, Wu Bing, Cheng Long and others were all in their throats.

Seeing that he won later, Qiqi heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face.

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

After the fifth fight, no one dared to make a move. No one answered Ding Xiu's voice. During the period, some people looked at the white-bearded old man sitting on the grand master's chair.

It's just that the old man didn't speak and shook his head.

Seeing no hope, Wing Chun's talents had no choice but to stand up.

"Baji, Ding Xiu." Ding Xiu handed over regretfully, 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 master several times in a row, and the other party seemed to have never seen him, watching his nose and nose.

How did he know that the more he practiced Baji, the more he knew his horror.

This body of Bajiquan is not only perfect, but also extremely perfect.

Ding Xiu's Bajiquan was different from what they practiced. His punches and kicks were full of hostility, or murderous aura was more appropriate. Those who didn't know thought he had just come off the battlefield.

If they didn't know that he was a star, they would have called the police.

Because Baji felt that Ding Xiu would never force someone to die, otherwise it would be impossible to beat him so hard.

Liang Lu was dressed in a black Tang suit, with layered cloth shoes on his feet. He said calmly, "Master Ding, we have cudgels, fists, and knives in Wing Chun. Everyone has seen your fists and cudgels. How about seeing knives next?"

Although Wing Chun's eight swords are not famous in the world, anyone who has practiced knows that this is the big killer.

Punches hurt people, and the damage is limited.

06:30 The stick is also not suitable for this kind of space.

The only suitable one is Ba Zhandao, who is short and capable, pursues speed, and is good at close quarters.

Besides, after watching a few battles, they also knew more or less about Ding Xiu's situation. His boxing skills were superb, and he was defeated even if he went up.

The stick technique is not very clear, but it is obvious that they understand it. It is only because Zhang Xiong lost too quickly and did not fully understand the details. They dare not bet, what if he is a master of stick technique.

In the end, there was only the sword left. Liang Lu was good at swords. He had practiced Bazhan Dao for many years, and he was no worse than his skill at all.

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

Thinking about it carefully, it shouldn't be possible for a person to be proficient in fist, foot, stick and knife at the same time, right?That's not scientific.

Just like what Ding Xiu said to Zhan Maqiang, it is not easy for ordinary people to master a kung fu, and it takes more than ten or twenty years of hard work.

Ding Xiu, a master of Bajiquan, should spend a lot of time on boxing and kicking. He practices Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer. It is abnormal to find time to practice cudgel while practicing Bajiquan to the fullest.

If he could still be proficient in knife skills under such circumstances, Liang Lu would go to burn a few sticks of incense on the grave of the patriarch when he returned home, because he had already memorized his ideas.

"Pfft!"

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

Comparing sword skills with Ding Xiu, is this serious? Ding Xiu's sword skills are first, and boxing skills are second. The reason why he doesn't use sword skills is because the control knives can't be easily displayed, and they can easily hurt people.

Another one is that Ding Xiu's boxing skills are very good, and there are really not many who can make him use the knife.

Liang Lu challenged Ding Xiu's saber technique at this point, it was completely hitting the point of the gun, and Ding Xiu could win this round with his eyes closed.

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

Wu Bing also stared at his lover, as if to say, don't say it if you know it, you are not sensible.

(End of this chapter)