Lord of the Desert

Chapter 41 The Heel Hook

The six teams were silent for a moment.

It's not that Zhu Yiqi thinks that Hong Fan is very strong, but that they consider Hong Sheng's and Hong Fan's brother-in-law relationship.

However, this concern is limited in the end.

Hong Bo, the leader of the first team, made a slight signal, and immediately one of them strode out.

"I heard that Brother Hong Fan's boxing skills are extremely good, and he defeated Jiang Youde as soon as he entered the Tongtong Realm."

This person has a strong body and stubby limbs, like a brown bear one size smaller.

"I am Hong Yan. I have learned boxing at home since I was a child. I want to try boxing with my brother."

"Senior, please give me more advice."

Hong Fan clasped his hands and said with a smile, untied the horizontal knife from his waist, and strolled to the front of the crowd.

"I don't dare to teach you, but there is one thing I want to say first. I am a serious cultivation base of the Four Ways of the Penetration Realm."

Hong Yan rolled up his sleeves and stood opposite Hong Fan.

"Zhu Yiqi is not an ethnology, everything is close to the battlefield, and there is no saying that there is no limit to the cultivation level when we compete."

Before starting, he made another special addition.

"As it should be."

Hong Fan nodded.

According to his assessment, the difference in physical fitness is about [-]%.

The difference between the two serious ways is almost 20.00%.

However, Hong Fan himself has the passive boost of Sand World and has eaten a lot of chiseled jerky, so his physical fitness may not be worse than him.

"I also have a sentence first."

When the two sides saluted each other, Hong Fan said softly.

"If I'm lucky enough to catch it, I'd like to ask seniors to admit defeat quickly so as not to accidentally injure me."

He said it very sincerely - to attack the strong with the weak, Hong Fan must use Jiu-Jitsu, but this kind of thing is easy to break tendons and bones.

But to Hong Yan and everyone present with strong ears, these words were a bit provocative.

Hong Sheng waved his hand, and the battle officially began.

Hong Yan bullied forward with strides, opened the way with a Beng fist, and was dodged by the opponent who deliberately kept a distance.

Once the punch was empty, the former changed gears and chased again, first chopping his palm like an axe, then stepping up to hit his elbow.

After three advances and three retreats like this, Hong Fan used his elevated arm to forcefully open a whip-like one-handed split, and only then did he get a gap.

On the side, the men of the first team shouted like thunder, applauding the fierce offensive of their teammates.

[The strength is short and vigorous, like a bow that explodes a thunder, using fists, palms, hips and elbows arbitrarily, similar to the style of hard fists in the previous life. 】

Hong Fan was not in a hurry to take the initiative to attack, and while probing with fake moves, he weaved countermeasures.

[The strength is slightly stronger than mine, and the speed is similar to mine; my biggest advantage lies in the wingspan. 】

With a plan in mind, he changed his style of play accordingly.

The front hand jab controls the distance, and the back hand creates a threat.

But the real killer is buried in the next three roads.

With consecutive jabs, Hong Fan caught the moment when the opponent changed his center of gravity, and then he struck with a low sweep.

Compared with the thighs and knees that he mainly attacked in the previous battle with Jiang Youde, this time he used the "Calf Kick".

In terms of technique, the Kraft kick is not much different from the common low sweep, but it focuses on attacking the common peroneal nerve on the outside of the calf.

As an important sensor hub of human knee and leg joints, the common peroneal nerve innervates 42 calf muscles.

When it is injured and numb, the human ankle joint will lose its response and cannot complete dorsiflexion.

The effect on movement and leg power is fatal.

Also, since there are less muscles in the calf, attacks targeting the common peroneal nerve can be easily effective.

After a few rounds of attack, Hong Fan received two long punches and four kicks at the cost of bruised cheeks.

"Is this also called being good at fists?"

Hong Bo crossed his arms and laughed in a moderate voice.

"Ariel, your brother is only using this kind of tactic to aim at the legs. It's nothing more than relying on the length of your hands and feet to change the scene. What's the use?"

"Two ways are serious against four ways. When Brother Bo meets an opponent whose cultivation base surpasses his own, is it possible that he will go up and fight recklessly?"

Hong Lie was not angry, and said lightly.

"Hmph, if it were me, I might not be able to fight recklessly."

Hong Bo was taken aback when he heard the words, the muscles in the arms he held were tense, and he still refused to accept it.

However, the spectators are completely unaware of the ups and downs off the court.

After being kicked four times and hitting the same spot on his left calf, Hong Yan obviously felt it was difficult to move.

The boxing he practiced is particularly about starting from the ground and standing solidly.

If the legs and feet are not working well, how can there be any swiftness?

Seeing that the opponent was about to sweep down towards the calf, Hong Yan was forced to change frames, with his right leg in front.

But when he changed his center of gravity, Hong Fan suddenly feinted forward with a straight fist, tricking his opponent into bending his arms, and then gave him a kick-scissor throw.

Hong Yan knew that the opponent was good at grabbing joints, so he wanted to get away hastily.

But what about fall prevention if it's away from the ankle joint?
With a cut and buckle of his legs, Hong Fan knocked his opponent down.

Hong Yan followed his instinct and wanted to get up, but he was caught by his right ankle when he pulled his leg a little slower.

The legs were interlocked into a lock, and Hong Fan's textbook-like "heel hook" strangled instantly took shape.

Hong Yan was lying on his back, he couldn't see the reality under his feet, he just felt as if he was being strangled by a big python, sealing his movement.

Knowing that he was strong, he kicked his legs hard to try to get rid of it.

At this moment, Hong Fan's waist and abdomen exerted force suddenly, using himself as a lever, he twisted Hong Yan's knee joint horizontally.

In just a split second, the sharp pain like a pinprick burned all the way to Hong Yan's mind along the nerves.

[I'm going to die, my knees will break if I go any further! 】

At the critical moment, Hong Yanfu was in his heart and hurriedly yelled to stop.

The speed at which the situation reversed was so fast that it exceeded everyone's expectations.

Even when Hong Yan conceded defeat, most of the people hadn't figured out what Hong Fan's trick was up to.

But winning or losing is everything.

Between the ups and downs of the rabbits, Zhu Yiqi's title of "best at punching and kicking" has changed.

"I lost, alas..."

Hong Yan stood up and cupped his hands.

It's not that he didn't feel unwilling that "the opponent didn't play the cards according to the routine", but the dull pain between his knees made him have to give in.

"You are really good at grasping locks. I have only heard of grasping with hands before, but I didn't expect that you can do it with your legs."

"It's just some little tricks that don't work very well."

Hong Fan replied.

He didn't mean to be humble.

Even in the previous life, jujitsu had high requirements on the environment and rules, not to mention the fact that in this life there is true energy and vitality.

"Where did Brother Fan learn these skills?"

Hong Sheng said with concern.

"Brother, it's because the progress of martial arts training has been slow in the past two and a half years, and I've figured out crooked ways by myself."

Hong Fan replied.

"Now that martial arts have improved, I don't plan to spend any more effort."

"It should focus on the body."

Hong Sheng nodded in approval, announcing that the third rookie Hong Fan won.

Back in the queue, Hong Lie patted his cousin affectionately on the shoulder, while Shen Hong and the others cheered louder than the previous team.

In this battle, Hong Fan defeated the strong with the weak, earning a lot of face for the third team.

After the process of joining the team was completed, Hong Sheng was the first to leave.

All the teams disbanded, but Hong Ming only left the third team.

"Leaving you today is because there is a task to say."

He stood in front of 11 people with his hands behind his back.

"It's about 'Sea Fly'."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's face became serious.

"Sea Flying" is the largest group of sand pirates in the Jinhai Desert, with many strongholds, it is said that there are hundreds of them.

When Hong Fan was drinking with Jiang Youde and others before, he had heard that Zhu Yiqi had lost his life at their hands.

"The man we sent is back."

Hong Ming said in a low voice, and slowly clenched his hands behind his back.

"As soon as King Jing Sha left, Hai Fei became determined after eating the weight, and no longer recognized the names of our three families."

"It's not good to be soft, you still have to be hard."

PS: I continue to be flatulent tonight, and morphine is useless.I can't sleep now, so I just update it first.

There are many problems when people reach middle age, and they obviously still have muscles deadlifting and bench pressing [-] to [-] kilograms. If it's not this pain, it's that pain, if it's not insomnia, it's flatulence...

difficult.

(End of this chapter)