Chapter 303: Beating students is not enough, beat the referee
The King of Hell's three-point hand is a very famous move in Bajiquan. If the user has too much power, he can break the opponent's arm, change his moves and flexibly attack methods. Generally, if he is entangled, he can decide the winner in an instant.
Wang Dalong thought he had succeeded, and a hint of joy flashed through his heart.
The next second.
The elbow did not attack Ding Xiu's ribs as I imagined. At some point, Ding Xiu took a small step, which left a gap in attack.
"Young man, the three-point hand of the King of Hell is not like this." Ding Xiu chuckled, shook hard, bounced away Wang Dalong's wrapped arm, and then wrapped it in the same way.
Knowing that Ding Xiu was not simple, Wang Dalong didn't dare to be careless. He was also quick to turn his mind. Thinking of Ding Xiu's broken move just now, he took a small step back.
In this way, Ding Xiu's elbow will definitely not be able to push his ribs.
"A little clever, but not much." Seeing him retreating, Ding Xiu calmly changed his hand movements, pressed his elbow down, and under the principle of leverage, Wang Dalong was forced to lower his body.
"This is called losing the opponent but not losing the elbow."
"This is called losing the elbow but not losing the shoulder." Ding Xiu did not push him with his elbow, but leaned on his shoulder and stepped forward at the same time: "This is called losing the shoulder but not losing the hips, and finally I will give you a free move."
Ding Xiu's right hand came out from under his ribs and slapped his palm towards Wang Dalong's chin.
"Click!"
Wang Dalong's teeth collided with his upper and lower teeth, his head was numb and his body flew backwards.
"Pap!"
My body fell to the ground, hard, and I haven't recovered for a while.
The referee blew the whistle and raised his hand to signal Ding Xiu not to move. He went forward to look at Wang Dalong's eyelids and spread his mouth open.
During the competition, you may feel unconscious and biting your tongue after being hit. In severe cases, you will suffocate and die of death.
"It's okay." A few seconds later, the referee stood up and made a gesture, and everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief.
After Liu Xiaoyun stood up, she sat down again. While breathing a sigh of relief, her eyes at Ding Xiu became complicated. Not only him, but many people present were the same.
Wang Dalong has mastered Liu Xiaoyun and has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years. He has two skills and has some practical skills. It is said that he fought with people in school when he was a student and once had a record of one V and two.
Unexpectedly, he was defeated so badly at Ding Xiu, and he was taken down in an understatement, just like beating a child.
Everyone can't tell whether Wang Dalong is too weak or Ding Xiu is too strong.
However, no one has ever regarded Ding Xiu as a martial arts star who knows nothing and is packaged.
"It's a pity that the tiger climbed the mountain hard, but I couldn't see it." Ding Xiu put his hands in his pockets and looked at Wang Dalong who was being helped up and said, "You still have little practical experience. You have no problem finding someone to fight more. You should have dozens of games a year.
Can barely get started.”
Wang Dalong’s Bajiquan practices something, but it’s a little bit of life. The life here refers to practical experience. It can be seen from the three-point hand of the King of Hell that he is not very flexible.
Kung Fu is dead, and people are alive. If you reverse the order and disrupt it, one move can be divided into several moves.
"Thank you." Wang Dalong said with his fists and red eyes.
It’s not that I’m moved, but that my teeth touched my mouth and it hurts, and tears are about to fall.
He didn't take Ding Xiu's words seriously, what does it mean to have too little practical experience? Brother, I have had a lot of experience from fighting in junior high school to college.
There are dozens of events a year, but I think I am afraid that the master will go to the bureau to deliver food to me.
What does it mean to fight dozens of games a year? Wang Dalong has not fought dozens of games in total in recent years.
He is not a lunatic, he is just looking for trouble while idle. He usually practices his own kung fu. If he doesn't offend me, I won't offend others. Sometimes he doesn't have to fight for three to five years.
Ding Xiu asked him to fight dozens of games a year, but he was afraid he would become a regular visitor to the police station. He was detained for fifteen days at a time, and he spent all this year at the police station.
Of course, maybe you don’t have to find someone to fight, or use a training method, but that’s too low. There are not many people who practice martial arts in reality, and their level is different when they encounter everyone.
You don’t need to use all your strength to compete, and you won’t be able to take heavy moves or take killer moves. It’s meaningless to fight.
Ding Xiu turned around and nodded at Liu Xiaoyun in the referee's seat, then returned to the audience and sat down.
What he wanted to fight Liu Xiaoyun. He was just playing with these juniors. If he could, he would give me some advice. But if he listened or not, it depends on the other party's understanding.
In the referee seat, Liu Yun said solemnly to his teacher Wu Jiang: "Master, have you seen the change in Ding Xiu's move just now?"
"I'm not blind." Wu Jiang said solemnly: "Young people are amazing."
"Yes, the reaction speed is too fast. If I were on the field, I wouldn't have the ability to adapt to it."
"It's not that he responds quickly, but that he has rich practical experience. He must have practiced this move many times and fought many times, so he immediately changed his attack method when the move was broken. This is an instinct engraved in his bones."
In a competition, the winner is just a moment, and there is no turn to think of a move to break the move. People with poor psychological quality, no matter how well they practice, they will immediately turn into turtle punches when they go to the ring.
People with good psychological quality and fighting experience are better, and they will subconsciously use the moves they have learned to break the moves.
Ding Xiu won easily. It can be seen that he had fought a lot in his previous actual combat. He could still talk while fighting against Wang Dalong. It can only be said that he and Wang Dalong are not on the same level.
Liu Xiaoyun touched the turtle on his chin and thought, "Master, do you think I'm sure I can win if I attack him?"
What he said was that he was sure, not whether he could win, which meant that in Liu Xiaoyun's mind, he had already raised his respect for Ding Xiu to the same level as himself.
Wu Jiang glanced at him: "If you two, please let me know the four or six."
"Sixty percent sure, it's almost the same as what I thought." Liu Xiaoyun nodded in agreement.
Wu Jiang was speechless: "Sixty percent belonged to others."
Liu Xiaoyun: “…”
"I'm only 40%?"
He practiced martial arts for decades more than Ding Xiu, but the master actually said that he was only 40% sure to win, which was too much of a blow to people.
He felt that he was 60% sure. Ding Xiu was quick-witted and responded quickly, and had practical experience. He also had these, and his age was more abundant than Ding Xiu.
In recent years, these things are better than Ding Xiu’s experience in playing games, ring games, and understanding of Bajiquan. There is no reason that only 40%.
Wu Jiang leaned on the chair and said lightly: "If Ding Xiu's achievements are real, 40% of them are already smoke from your ancestral grave. It is very likely that you can't get out of one move."
Wu Jiang knows Wu Bing. The two of them are many old friends. Yesterday, they called Ding Xiu to ask about the battle. When talking about the record, Wu Bing slapped his chest and said that they were all true.
He also praised Ding Xiu for his words, saying that if he had not been born in the wrong era, a hundred years ago would have been the title of a master of Baji.
Master, Wujiang hasn't heard these two words for many years, but only seen from books, which generally refer to the magic gun Li Shuwen, the tiger-headed young security guard Sun Lutang, the Confucian hero Du Xinwu, the iron Buddha's feet Shang Yunxiang, and the martial arts fanatic
Xue Dian, Li Li Cunyi and others.
But these people are already legendary, so they have passed away for too many years.
In the past fifty years, few people have dared to call themselves masters or recognize them.
Wu Bing said that Ding Xiu was a master. To be honest, Wu Jiang still didn't believe it. Modern society is different from the Republic of China period.
A hundred years ago, the environment was quite chaotic, and warriors killed people and competitions were very common. Maybe the master on the mountain was a martial arts master.
Their skills are created by their opponents' disability and death.
The more you fight, the more you hurt, the more you kill, the more you are, the more advanced you are. If you come out to live in the world, you will never die even if you are fifty or sixty years old. There is no doubt that you are all masters.
It’s not that Wu Jiang is unwilling to admit it, but that it is impossible for modern society to have a master, and there is no such condition to fight you.
Kung Fu is a killing skill. Some tricks are used to kill people and cannot stop them, but if you don’t use them, you will not be able to exert your true strength.
Therefore, some masters don’t teach killer moves, so it’s better if they don’t know how to do it. If they are forced into a hurry, they may subconsciously take action and finally put on shackles.
When I entered, I was seventeen or eighty when I came out.
Back to the point, even if Ding Xiu is talented, Wu Jiang doesn't believe that he can become a master. Unless he is photographed at the border or hired as a mercenary for several years, he will never become a master in his life.
Liu Xiaoyun smiled angrily: "These records should be of the media bragging. I don't really believe that one person can beat dozens of them."
Wu Jiang touched his beard and shook his head: "I don't believe it either."
Both the master and the apprentice practice martial arts, but they have been practicing martial arts for decades. I have a rough idea of how high a person can practice to. If you want to say that one fights seven or eight, it will be the limit.
I beat dozens of them, but I didn't dare to think about it at all.
That is a martial arts story, which can only be seen in Jin Yong's novels.
"Let's go, I'm not watching anymore, come again tomorrow." Ding Xiu looked at it for a while and said to Zhao Liying beside him.
"Ah, don't you watch it?"
"I won't watch it anymore, that's it."
He probably knew what this group of people looked like. He had no idea what he could do to develop energy so far.
There may be some on the referee's seat, but it's not sure, so I have to work together to find out. When the last day of tomorrow ends, he will try it out with Liu Xiaoyun.
If it really doesn't work, let Wu Jiang and Liu Xiaoyun go together, he doesn't mind anyway.
If Wu Jiang and Liu Xiaoyun knew Ding Xiu’s thoughts, they might have a shadow area. When they were still discussing how confident they were to fight Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu was already thinking about letting them go together.
...
Ding Xiu appeared at the same university for two consecutive days, and it was difficult not to attract attention. Some students posted photos of their encounter with him online, so the reason why Ding Xiu went to the university became popular.
"Is this going to further study? After becoming famous, I am worthy of being my idol."
"Look at where he went, the library, football field, canteen, teaching building, either exercise or reading, it's so easy to learn."
"Other celebrities in the entertainment industry learn from each other. Don't think that if you have a little fame, you can live for the rest of your life. In the end, you will be fighting for culture."
"The gods are studying further. The National Bajiquan Competition is held in this university. Ding Xiu is here to participate. Don't ask me how I know. The referee will not let him disclose it."
"What is said upstairs is true. I testify that it has reached the second round. Ding Xiu has successfully qualified, and both of his opponents were killed in one move."
"Wu Fu, Niu Pi, Bajiquan Competition, is Brother Xiu going to win the championship?"
"If he takes action, who can beat him?"
"Marriage competitions are different from filming. In the crew, the director wants to make anyone awesome, and fighting with one hundred is just a matter of moving his fingers. The competitions are different. It is hard to say how Ding Xiu's actual combat ability is.
"
"Stop guessing, he is indeed a master. At least ordinary people can't beat him. Tomorrow is the final, and his strength should be able to enter the top five."
On the third day of the competition, Ding Xiu just arrived at the school and saw a large press blocking the door.
"Hello, Mr. Ding, why are you here to participate in the Bajiquan Competition?"
"I have nothing to do when I'm idle."
"It's convenient to reveal, how many of your opponents do you think are your opponents?"
"Sorry, I'm passing by."
"Hello Brother Xiu, can you sign me?"
"Aren't you filming? Did you come here for leave?"
"I didn't ask for leave, Director Wang's opera actors have a lot of spare time. I came here mainly to see my martial arts fellow practitioners who practice Bajiquan."
"Be careful, don't step on people, take a few steps back, thank you."
"Who is touching me."
It was not just the media that blocked him, but some students who had not attended classes also came to join in the fun. The inner and outer three layers were surrounded by people, making it difficult to walk.
There were no bodyguards when traveling, and no one was leading the way. Ding Xiu had a difficult journey. He was taken advantage of many times along the way, eating tofu, and crowded people, and his whole body was touched.
The male classmate who was pushing him behind him was even elbowed by him.
Mad, who are these people?
At the entrance of the gymnasium, students and media were blocked outside, and Ding Xiu finally breathed a sigh of relief after entering the door.
Xu Haofeng joked: "Big stars are big stars, they are very popular. Will you go through the front door or the back door later?"
"Go to the back door, you can't get out of the front."
The white white coat was scratched with handprints, the zipper was almost broken, and the shoulders were still busy. Ding Xiu threw the coat to Zhao Liying and wore short-sleeved herself.
"Old Xu, how many people are there today?"
"There are not many. If you are in two groups, you can get everything done before noon today. In the afternoon, we will gather everyone to talk a few scenes and announce the championship and runner-up to go back to their own houses."
"If nothing unexpected happens, you should be the champion. You can think of the award in advance."
After watching so many games, Xu Haofeng felt that no one was Ding Xiu's opponent, and the champion was the one in his pocket.
"Brother, let's just say a little bit, and people think there is a shady story when they hear it."
"Hehe, you, as a referee, are the biggest shady scenes."
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, by the way, I'll help me meet Liu Xiaoyun later, and I'll wait for him in the football field."
"Don't worry, I will definitely bring you the words."
No need to guess Xu Haofeng knows why Ding Xiu asked for an appointment with Liu Xiaoyun. If he was not satisfied with beating the students, he would just beating the referee.
This is the most exciting scene in this Bajiquan competition. You can’t miss anything you say.
Find a seat in the audience and sit down, Ding Xiu waited for the game to begin.
More than ten minutes later, the competition began. Ding Xiu's turn to appear before his butt was hot. His opponent was a man in his thirties, with a high nose bridge, a white face, thin lips, and looked very gentle.
However, his palms, which are thick and wider than ordinary people, have a sharp contrast with their appearance.