The sky was foggy and colorfully illuminated by neon lights.
Han Sen kept walking forward and passed by a dark alley. He paused, picked up his cell phone, and called back the number of the sender of the text message, but he was informed that the phone was turned off.
He was a little puzzled, but he would not recklessly use his body as bait, so he walked straight towards the crowded area. As he was about to arrive at the apartment where he lived, he finally heard the distinct sound of footsteps.
"Han Sen?"
Someone behind me asked.
Han Sen had already turned around and saw seven or eight strong men quickly forming a circle to look at him. He also saw some lone passers-by who saw something was not going well. He was so frightened that he sped up and walked away.
He breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally here."
The leader, Fatty Dong, rubbed his bald head, twisted his neck, and showed a fierce look in his eyes: "Our boss wants to treat you to a cup of morning tea, don't worry, I won't hurt you."
Han Sen took a look at the surrounding environment. The street lights above his head seemed to be broken. They were flickering, adding a bit of horror to the atmosphere. In the distance, a night market food stall had just set up its dining table. The proprietress was shouting to passers-by.
Pissing cow balls; a small truck rumbled by slowly without stopping; a grandmother holding her granddaughter was just about to pass by, but when she saw this scene, she pulled her granddaughter around
road.
Han Sen looked away and asked: "Who is your boss?"
"You'll know when you get there."
Fatty Dong laughed ferociously and ordered his men to take out the sack and put it on Han Sen's head, "You'd better not resist and suffer less, or you'll be knocked unconscious and resist."
Han Sen smiled and stared at Fatty: "Brother, you have gone a long way."
Fat Zaidong and others were stunned.
Han Sen stretched out his hand and raised his fingers to several people: "You all can come together."
"court death!"
After being provoked, some people were furious and rushed over with a loud shout, ready to hug Han Sen.
It looked like he wanted to throw him over his shoulder.
Han Sen didn't panic at all. He swung the umbrella tip in his hand with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, the umbrella tip was pointed at the man's throat. However, Han Sen seemed to avoid it intentionally. He lowered his wrist slightly, and the umbrella tip was pointed at the man's throat.
It was stabbed in the chest.
Before the man could react, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, screamed, and fell to the ground while holding the pain.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and no one reacted.
Han Sen looked at the tip of the umbrella, then at the man who was lying on the ground in excruciating pain and couldn't stand up. He silently threw the umbrella on the ground, then rolled up his sleeves and moved his feet quickly.
Interleaved movement.
Then looking at the group of Fatty Dong and others who were almost dumbfounded, he stretched out his hand again and said, "Sicha, come together!"
Everyone was provoked and saw Han Sen taking the initiative to throw his umbrella on the ground, so everyone yelled and roared and stepped forward, ready to punch and kick.
In his previous life, Han Sen practiced martial arts since he was a child, such as Wing Chun, Mantis Boxing, and Tai Chi. He learned miscellaneously. Although he was not specialized, he still developed good skills.
Later, he specialized in Jeet Kune Do, because Bruce Lee was popular all over the world at that time and had unparalleled influence in North America and East Asia. Later, in order to star in a movie, he specially invited the top experts in the industry to train continuously for three months, and
I took this opportunity to pass the Jeet Kune Do Level 8 certificate and obtained the professional qualification.
In order to better understand and utilize the advantages of Jeet Kune Do, Han Sen has read countless relevant information, and has also participated in many arenas offline, competing with many Sanda masters, and has practical experience. Maybe he will suffer a loss against his real peers, but
Facing ordinary people, Han Sen said that one person can fight ten.
This is not aimless. It can be said that Jeet Kune Do combines the strengths of each school and uses the body's instinct to drive the enemy. It is mainly based on actual combat. It does not say that the moves are fatal, but every blow will definitely hit the key point and make the enemy short-circuited.
Time is incapacitated.
Moreover, he practiced Cunjin since he was a child, which paved the way for him to become a master of Jeet Kune Do.
Seeing a group of people rushing up, Han Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, kept switching between defense and offense, and quickly transformed and changed positions.
Finally, after Fat Zaidong, who was the first one to rush forward, suddenly raised his foot and kicked Fat Zaidong sideways, he hit Fat Zaidong's knees. There was a crisp click, and Zaodong suddenly fell to the ground.
There are no fancy postures, except for the early warm-up exercise, which is to raise your feet to deliver a fatal blow.
Fat Zaidong fell down before he could even scream. After being stunned for two seconds, he was like a lame old dog, gritting his teeth and dragging his painful right leg, and limped out of the battlefield.
The others were shocked when they came to their senses, but they all rushed forward and retreated at any time.
Han Sen didn't let them leave either.
His hands had been itchy for a long time. This body was taller than in his previous life. Although his strength was slightly weaker, his reactions were faster.
Every time I practice in the morning, I can't help but throw a few punches and whip my legs several times. I finally found a human sandbag today, so I naturally have to fully enjoy the right of self-defense.
However, random punches can also kill a master. Although the seven or eight people in front of him looked unprofessional at all, everyone stepped forward to punch and kick them. Even the most experienced masters would sometimes miss their guard.
But Han Sen reacted very quickly. In addition to constantly kicking the opponent's ankles and knees with both legs, he also targeted the lower body, abdomen, throat, and head.
Therefore, both hands will be raised together.
This is not despicable, it is actually the true meaning of Jeet Kune Do.
Even when he was as strong as Bruce Lee, he still hit hard at the parts of his opponent that lost mobility the fastest.
Therefore, facing a large number of enemies, Han Sen did not talk about humanitarianism.
He clenched his fists fiercely, his internal breathing sank sharply, and he greeted wherever he was fierce.
And every time when he kicked or punched the target, he would give a short shout: "Hit!"
This move is nothing fancy.
Instead, it can quickly compress the diaphragm, causing the abdominal cavity to suddenly expand, and at the same time, imagine that the energy in the Dantian passes through the forearm directly to the fist surface, and then spurts out, allowing the force to penetrate the target instantly.
Although today's Han Sen is slightly weaker due to lack of professional training, his speed is even faster.
But even so, Han Sen still received a kick out of thin air and was kicked in the chest. After taking three steps back, Han Sen looked at the man with a deep look.
At this time, three people were lying on the ground. The other five people also received a punch or kick from Han Sen in the blink of an eye. They were grinning and covering the painful area when they saw Han Sen suddenly stop moving.
They were all stunned.
Han Sen looked at the person who kicked him, suddenly smiled, showing his white teeth, and then rushed forward, jumped up, turned his fist into an elbow, and hit the opponent's temple.
As the saying goes, an elbow is like a knife, and the force is like a triangle.
I would rather receive ten punches than an elbow.
It is conceivable that due to the hardness of the elbow and the small contact area, the pressure is huge, which can cause explosive injuries during actual combat.
At this moment, the man who attacked Han Sen couldn't dodge, and was hit in the temple by an elbow. For a moment, he felt that the world was dark, and with a bang, he fell straight to the bottom and passed out.
He almost died on the spot.
Everyone was stunned by this blow.
The fear in my heart could not be increased.
Coupled with the flickering street lights above his head, Han Sen's handsome face looked like a demon from hell at this moment.
Fat Zaidong had just stood up and regained some of his strength, but his knees were still in excruciating pain. When he saw this scene, he felt his heart collapse.
"Is this a fucking average singer?"
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