The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 766 Two and a half percent

It's three o'clock in the morning, a wasteland at the foot of the mountain forest.

Five meters apart, Wang Zikai and Jiu Han faced each other quietly. The moonlight was cold and the wind was biting. The two looked like a duel between masters in a martial arts novel.

"I'm going to get fucked!" Wang Zikai shouted in anger.

"Come on." Jiuhan responded loudly.

"it is good!"

As soon as Wang Zikai finished speaking, he came to Jiu Han with a "swipe" sound and punched Jiu Han in the face.

Jiu Han only felt his vision blur. A fist had stopped in front of his nose, and the force of the fist turned into a strong wind, blowing him almost to the point of closing his eyes.

Wang Zikai retracted his fist and frowned: "Why don't you hide?"

Jiu Han's face was expressionless, but he was shocked in his heart: It's not that I didn't want to hide, it's that you moved too fast and I didn't react at all!Your growth rate is simply faster than the captain who is the heir of God!

"Ahem." Jiuhan coughed twice, "You and I may not be on the same level."

"What do you mean?" Wang Zikai looked confused.

"You know that boxing competitions are divided into eight levels according to the weight of the players, such as heavyweight, middleweight, lightweight, etc. I am not in the same weight class as you now."

"Haha, I understand!" Wang Zikai finally reacted, "You are too weak, so I can't use my full strength."

Jiuhan resisted the twitching of the corner of his mouth: "You can...explain it this way."

"Say it, I'll fight you with [-]% of my strength."

"Seventy percent." Jiuhan felt a little guilty.

"Are you sure?" Wang Zikai raised his eyebrows.

"Fifty percent."

"Brother, why don't you think about it again." Wang Zikai was a little worried.

"Three...two and a half percent!" Jiuhan roared in his heart: It can't be lowered any more!It’s about a man’s dignity!
"Okay." Wang Zikai took a few steps back, jumped up and down, flexed his muscles, and slowly found the feeling of being at [-]% strength, "Then I'll do it."

"Come."

Wang Zikai rushed up. When his movement speed and strength dropped significantly, Jiuhan realized that his fight was completely unorganized. It was just street gangsters fighting each other with fists, and it was almost invisible.

Jiuhan easily dodged and fought back appropriately. Wang Zikai was hit repeatedly. Although he didn't feel any pain at all, he was very annoyed.

"What's going on?" Wang Zikai stopped and said angrily: "Why can't I hit you!"

"Wang Zikai." Jiuhan finally regained his prestige as a teacher: "Your fighting ideas are just a blank piece of paper, with a curse word: As soon as you stick your butt out, I will know what shit you are going to do."

"Damn, it turns out I stretched my hips like this." Wang Zikai was a little hurt: "No wonder I can't beat Qinglong."

"Your speed, strength, reflexes, and resistance to blows are all top-notch." Jiuhan objectively commented: "But you have no fighting skills and rely on instinct to act. It's easy to deal with enemies who are weaker than you, but when you encounter enemies like you, it's easy." Qinglong at the same level can only be beaten."

"What are you talking about!" Wang Zikai made a "squeak" sound, and three bone spurs shot out from his right hand: "I can't beat him with my fists, but I can still chop him!"

"Cold weapons are just extensions of arms and fists. They can add some advantages, but they can't turn the tide of the battle." Jiuhan said.

Wang Zikai lowered his face, touched his chin and thought seriously for a while. He then rubbed his bone spurs back and said, "You're right."

"Very good, humility is the ladder of progress."

Jiuhan took a step forward and made a fist with his right hand: "I'm going to throw two punches. Watch out."

"Whoosh -" Jiuhan took a small step forward with his left foot and punched Wang Zikai in the face. It was just a gesture, not a real punch.

Jiuhan stepped back and stood up again. "Brush——" Jiuhan took a big step with his left foot and hit Wang Zikai with an uppercut on the chin.

Jiuhan closed his fist: "How about these two punches?"

"It's a lot slower." Wang Zikai answered truthfully.

Jiuhan suppressed the twitching of the corner of his mouth again: "Do you still want to learn?"

"Learn! Learn!" Wang Zikai quickly changed his words: "But I don't know what you want to express?"

"Which of these two punches is a fake move?"

"Well, let me think about it..." Wang Zikai carefully recalled Jiuhan's punches, his eyes lit up: "The first punch was a fake move."

"Wrong." Jiuhan said.

"No, the second punch was just a fake move? I feel like you were more serious with the second punch," Wang Zikai said.

"It's also wrong."

Jiuhan announced the correct answer: "Both punches may be fake moves."

"Are you playing with me?" Wang Zikai was unhappy.

"Were you staring at my right fist just now?" Jiuhan asked.

"Otherwise?" Wang Zikai nodded.

"Not enough, you have to see my whole body." Jiuhan said: "Just now, my left fist was kept at my waist. This was a punching action, so my right fist may be a fake move, and the next left fist Punch is the real action, and so on... Although I step out with my left foot, my right foot may sweep your lower body in the next second..."

"Wait, wait..." Wang Zikai stretched out his hand to stop: "I'm a little dizzy, I'm going to take a stab at it, first. Does it mean that you hit me with your right fist, but you may actually make a move. It's your left fist and right foot..."

"Yes." Jiuhan said.

Wang Zikai was dumbfounded. This completely entered his blind spot of knowledge: "Brother, is it too late for me to give up now...?"

"You can give up at any time." Jiuhan said with a serious smile, "Then wait until you are beaten by Qinglong next time, in front of many people."

Wang Zikai made up the picture in his mind, and then said, "No! I want to learn!"

"Very good." Jiuhan nodded with satisfaction: "I will teach you some basic close combat skills, as well as some regular punching and kicking moves. You must practice them thoroughly and make them without leaving any traces. The earth can be freely retracted.”

"Next, you can flexibly combine these moves into combos. Advanced combos are all hidden with fake moves to trick the opponent into reacting, and then use real moves."

"In the end, you will integrate these into a fighting instinct. When you make a move, at least three possible reactions of the opponent will appear in your mind, and you will preset the changes of moves you want to deal with based on these three reactions. …”

"Stop, stop, stop." Wang Zikai was confused and confused. He called out to Jiuhan, "Brother, can you make it simple? Just tell me what I want to do now?"

Jiuhan sighed in his heart, feeling that there was a long way to go.

"Let's get on the horse first."

"No problem!" Wang Zikai immediately braced himself, and Jiu Han stepped forward, lightly kicked his calf, patted his shoulder, and helped him adjust his movements.

In a daze, Jiuhan seemed to have returned to the time when Group 4 was still there.

At that time, he and Hei Que were called "Thunder God and Lightning Mother" by the people in the group, and they tortured other people in the group every day and forced them to practice boxing.

Li An was the most talented, Xiang Die was the most serious in his studies, and Lao Qiao loved to be lazy. He would stop cheating when he was lazy, and would just pretend to be sick and ask for leave. Finally, Hei Que tied him to the training room.

At that time, Jiuhan firmly believed that as long as you keep working hard, you will get stronger and you can control your own destiny.

But what about the end? All four groups died in the 4th. Does it have anything to do with whether they worked hard or not?Maybe a little, but more depends on fate.

(End of this chapter)