Mr. Li's expression was sometimes solemn, sometimes confused, and finally said casually: "The Killing Fist was already perfect when it was created and cannot be changed. Didn't you just throw in a few random moves?"
In order to create this Kung Fu, the entire army convened more than 30 martial arts masters and studied it for several months. Finally, they deleted, deleted, and experimented continuously before they came up with the killer punch.
These thirty or so people are all experts, and they have killed countless people under their command.
After all, there are no simple people who can be active on the battlefield. If they were not ruthless, they would have died long ago.
When enemies meet, they will usually decide whether they are alive or dead within a few seconds. Either you die or I die. If things go on like this, the only ones who will survive are ruthless enemies and masters.
Not to mention these martial arts masters, who have to kill more than ten heads every time they go to the battlefield. In hand-to-hand combat, they are invincible with a big sword and a pair of iron fists.
More than thirty of them covered almost all the mainstream sects at that time, and some were even the masters of one sect.
If it weren't for a military order, it would be extremely difficult to gather so many people together. In peacetime, no one would hand over all their secret tricks.
But in that war-torn era, no one thought much about it. Once the order came, it was executed.
More than thirty people stayed in the same yard, discussing and sparring every day, and it took them only half a year to come up with this set of killing punches.
Ding Xiu is good. It has only been a few days, and he dares to say that he has added a new trick to the original one. The young man is not afraid of flashing his tongue when he talks big.
But it’s understandable if you think about it, it’s probably just a random trick.
Who can’t do this? The old lady in the park can do it.
"Old squad leader, no." Zhang Wei explained: "This move added by Brother Xiu is very powerful. It completely fits the style and essence of the killing fist. Our captain all praised it."
"It's so evil, why don't you come and take a look?"
Zhang Wei turned his attention to Ding Xiu. Ding Xiu stood up, cupped his fists and raised his hands: "I have something to do today, let's do it next time. I won't disturb seniors."
He came here to find someone to fight with. The old man has no apprentices, so he can't fight with an old man, and there's no point in winning.
Especially when he heard that Killing Fist was not created by one person, he had no intention of staying any longer.
Since we can't fight, there's no point in staying any longer.
I just feel a little regretful that I was born in the wrong era and couldn't fight against the enemy with those seniors.
"Ah." Zhang Wei was stunned.
He didn't understand why Ding Xiu wanted to leave suddenly.
"Let's go, Lao Zhang."
Ding Xiu said something, smiled and handed a business card to the old man: "This is my phone number. If Mr. Li encounters any trouble in the future, you can call me at any time."
"Heh." Li Mancang smiled, holding the business card between his fingers, and said meaningfully: "Thank you very much."
Now he was even more sure that Ding Xiu's so-called creation of a move was completely nonsense.
I guess I ran away because I was afraid of being exposed.
After the two left, Li Mancang came to the courtyard under the eaves, lay on the recliner, touched the business card given by Ding Xiu, and threw it away.
"Crack!"
The next second, the business card flew out and was inserted deeply into a small tree a few meters away, almost breaking the branch as thick as a little finger.
At the entrance of the alley, Zhang Wei got in the car and started the car, and said to Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, why don't you wait a little longer? Mr. Li is actually quite powerful."
Ding Xiu looked forward with deep eyes: "He is not good, he can't fight."
Zhang Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You really want to fight with others. At such an old age, you are not afraid of doing good or bad."
"But if it's just a normal sparring, it shouldn't be a big deal. Mr. Li is a senior and has practiced Baji. It will be good for you to have his guidance. Why did you just leave? It's not easy to find someone."
Ding Xiu slowly shook his head: "It's just that normal sparring is boring. When it comes to fighting, he is no match for me, so I don't bother to fight."
Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows and said, "No way. Although Mr. Li is old, he can use all his strength. Brother Xiu, you may not be able to defeat him in a short period of time. You also saw the water tank in the yard. The old man's family is old, but his skills may not be old."
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They all came from the battlefield. Zhang Wei knew how terrifying these people were, with full firepower, and a fight would mean the difference between life and death.
Because he had competed with Ding Xiu, he knew more or less the details of Ding Xiu. He was really powerful, there was no need to say.
But if you want to capture Mr. Li in a short period of time, it will probably be difficult. If you are unlucky, the boat will capsize.
Ding Xiu sighed and said, "You don't understand. If he wants to win, he has to use his strength. With his body, if he does it a few more times, he will become seriously ill even if he wins."
Only when the essence, Qi and spirit are united can we achieve great strength. Every blow is a drain on the body.
As people age, not only will their spirits become sluggish, but their physical functions will also decline. The so-called health maintenance and qi refining only slow down this process.
Mr. Li is getting older. If he fights against him, he can't win if he doesn't use his strength. Once he exerts his strength, it will consume a lot of his body. Hitting him a few more times will only forcefully squeeze his body's functions.
At his age, a fight would be no more traumatic than an operation.
Ding Xiu was unwilling to do such an immoral thing.
As for Zhang Wei's advice, he didn't take it to heart. It wasn't because he was conceited. In the field of Bajiquan, the person who could give him advice was probably not born yet.
"Oh, boxing is afraid of young people." After sighing, Zhang Wei rolled his eyes and said: "Mr. Li is not your opponent. Why don't you, Brother Xiu, teach me the Baji? When I learn it, I will fight you."
, at my age, it shouldn’t be a big problem if I fight with you for ten or eight years.”
Ding Xiu couldn't help laughing: "You've been thinking about me for a day or two, haven't you?"
When they fight each other, he is learning Zhang Wei's fighting style, so Zhang Wei is learning from him.
It's just that martial arts training is no better than modern fighting. It's basically impossible to learn skills by stealing from a master.
If you don't have anyone to guide you, if you practice on your own, you can destroy others.
Even if you can master a glyph, you can't get started without a god, and those formulas are passed down from generation to generation.
While driving the car, Zhang Wei was not embarrassed at all: "Hai, I don't want you to feel more comfortable. What do you think? Do you want to think about it?"
"Of course, if you are a master with special skills, I will understand if it is inconvenient."
Ding Xiu touched his chin and said: "There are no taboos. I am the only one who will pass on our sect to this generation. I can teach whoever I want."
"If you really want to learn, I'll teach you. I have a crash course here, and I can use you as an experiment."
Zhang Wei's eyes shone: "It's a good relationship. Just try, but don't treat me like a human being."
It's really difficult for him to start from Zamabu and learn step by step.
As far as he knows, those who practice martial arts, who don't have three or five years of riding on horseback at the beginning, then exercise, practice moves, and break down moves, and it takes ten or eight years to master a set, which is considered fast.
You'd be a fool not to practice if you get a crash course.
"Okay, let's go back to the yard directly."
In the courtyard, Ding Xiu changed his clothes and began to teach Zhang Wei Kung Fu.
Same thing, first take the horse step.
However, the Zama Step he taught was different from that taught by ordinary martial arts masters. He taught and explained it constantly.
"The meaning of Zamabu is mainly about stability and leg strength training. In fact, it is more about letting you understand your own muscles and coordinate your limbs."
"You know when you are riding a horse, the horse stance is to grip the ground with five fingers, tighten the calf strength all the way to the thighs, waist, and clench your fists like you are riding a horse... How do you feel now?"
"I want to punch him out."
"Yes, that's it, but it's not the time to punch yet. You have rich fighting experience, good physical fitness, and your own understanding of fighting. If you want to develop Baji strength as quickly as possible, there is still a chance."
"Follow my instructions and take your time. It will also be good for your lumbar spine. Just treat it as recuperating."
From that day on, every morning, noon and evening, Zhang Wei would walk in the yard for an hour, and Ding Xiu taught him a set of Bajiquan exercises.
In his spare time, Zhang Wei practices in the yard.
After a week, there are already some prototypes of Bajiquan.
After thoroughly familiarizing himself with the training method, Ding Xiu did not teach the fighting method, but the killing punch.
After practicing Baji and then practicing Killing Fist, Zhang Wei seems to have a different feeling, his punches are smoother, and he understands some moves more thoroughly.
Constantly switching between killing fist and Bajiquan training methods, Zhang Wei's kung fu has reached a new level.
Seeing this, Ding Xiu began to teach Bajiquan how to fight, but it was not complete, but a few fragmented moves, which happened to coincide with the Baji moves in Killing Fist.
With Ding Xiu as a master, Zhang Wei's killing fists improved by leaps and bounds.
That's right, for Zhang Wei, the biggest improvement is not Baji Quan, but Killing Quan.
He has just mastered Bajiquan, and he cannot be said to be proficient in it. However, he has practiced Killing Quan for many years before, but because he does not understand the strength and the essence of Bajiquan, his understanding of this kung fu has always been limited to superficial moves.
Now Ding Xiu is helping him get into shape, constantly explaining Baji Quan, and teaching him how to fight. Suddenly, he explodes.
He was originally a master in the military, but now he has accumulated a lot of experience, and his progress has been rapid.
"ha!"
On this day, Ding Xiu fought Zhang Wei again in the yard. He snorted twice, Zhang Wei's foot stepped down hard, and his fist suddenly flew out.
The power of this punch was beyond his imagination, as if it could break the world and be omnipotent.
"Bang!"
Ding Xiu did not dodge or hide, but crossed his hands on his chest and received the punch from the front.
Punch him and knock him back two steps.
"Huh!" After receiving a punch, Ding Xiu took a deep breath and shook his numb and stinging arm.
On the opposite side, after punching out, Zhang Wei almost lost his balance, but after a shiver, he couldn't stand anymore.
Not only is it physically tiring, but it is also mentally draining.
"Is this strength?" Zhang Wei was delighted: "If it can stay like this..."
The one he finally played was indeed unusually powerful, so powerful.
If this state could continue, he felt that even Tyson would be beaten to death by him.
It's too fierce. The power of one punch is doubled several times. If you throw a few more punches, who can stop it?
"You want to eat shit." Ding Xiu interrupted Zhang Wei's fantasy: "Look at the palm of your hand."
Zhang Wei opened his hands, and his rough palms were wet with sweat.
Ding Xiudao: "Different martial arts have different methods of practicing Jin, but it is generally accepted that if you want to produce Jin, you must unite your energy, energy, and spirit."
"You haven't found the trick now. It was just an accidental combination of spirit, energy and spirit that allowed you to strike this blow. If you want to enter the palace, wait until you can hit it as hard as you want."
"But based on my inference, based on your physical and mental state, even after you become familiar with it, you can only exert your strength three or four times in a short period of time."
Zhang Wei's situation is special. He is retired from the special forces, has great fighting skills, understands the body structure, and has strong physical fitness.
In order for him to be able to exert the power of Baji Quan, Ding Xiu first asked him to do the horse stance and cooperate with Baji's boxing frame and training methods. After he became familiar with it, he taught him the most suitable moves for exerting power.
Relying on the previous foundation and foundation, as well as Ding Xiu's sparring partner who could attack unscrupulously, Zhang Wei did it in a short period of time.
Ding Xiu's approach was actually a trick.
It's a bit like cramming teaching. He asks students to memorize whatever is on the exam, and he also specializes in big questions.
To be able to fight hard for the first time, apart from Ding Xiu's targeted education and Zhang Wei's good foundation, the most important thing is that Ding Xiu fights with him every day.
Kung Fu is not something you practice, it is something you fight.
Only by constantly fighting against others can you improve your skills.
Ding Xiu has strong kung fu, and when sparring with him, Zhang Wei doesn't have to hold back, he fights with all his strength every time, without any scruples. Over time, his kung fu naturally increases quickly, and it's only a matter of time before he fights harder.
But having said that, despite the fact that Zhang Wei's killing punch is extremely powerful, if he is not allowed to use this set of punches and only uses Sanda fighting style, his attack power will actually remain the same.
"Only three or four times?" Zhang Wei clicked his tongue.
Three or four times, if he hit Tyson, it would probably be a bit harsh. If he didn't grasp the timing well, or if he was dodged, he would probably end up in the street.
Ding Xiu said calmly: "It's quite a lot. This is already the limit of ordinary martial arts practitioners. Going above and beyond is not something ordinary people can achieve."
Tyson once said that fighting is not just about the body. Physical strength only accounts for 15%, and mental strength accounts for 85%.
Most people may be a little confused when hearing this.
But for those who are proficient in fighting, the proportion of mental power in combat is indeed not small.
For those who practice Chuan Wu, especially those who play hard, they have a deeper understanding of this sentence.
Only when the essence, Qi and spirit are united can we achieve great strength. In fact, what consumes the most is not the strength of the body, but the spirit.
Three or four times in a short period of time is not the limit of human beings, but the limit of human spirit. If it is more, it will overdraw the spirit.
Once the spirit is exhausted, people will become sluggish, unable to concentrate, prone to drowsiness and daze. Even if they can't work hard in any aspect, it will still be good, and it will have a greater impact on kung fu.
The limbs are controlled by the brain. If there is a problem with the brain, the coordination and aggression of the body will be greatly reduced.
"Then how many times can you hit?" Zhang Wei asked his doubts. He wanted to know how big the gap was between himself and Ding Xiu.
"have no idea."
There were only three words to answer him.
Ding Xiu really didn't know how many hits he could take, because he had never tried it, and no one was worthy of his full strength.
The last time I exerted my full strength was during the battle against the Tatars on the border of the Ming Dynasty. Between life and death, I can’t remember how many times I used my strength. In the end, I was too lazy to move my fingers. I closed my eyes and woke up to this world.