Xia Yuan has not forgotten his grandfather's teachings. Killing skills have disappeared, but they do not exist. In the last martial arts competition, people were killed. Later, the country began to ban martial arts competitions, and gradually many martial arts disappeared.
"This profession is no longer able to make a living, and Chinese martial arts will disappear in the long river of history sooner or later."
Xia Yuan let out a breath.
Although he runs a martial arts gym at home, the income in recent years has not been good, especially on Douyin, where some people pretend to be martial arts masters to make money. As a result, amateur boxers were knocked down three times, which made this
Ordinary people who do not believe in martial arts increasingly feel that the so-called martial arts are fake and are just used to make money under the guise of being a martial arts master. In fact, there is no real martial arts.
Practicing martial arts makes it even more difficult to eat.
"well."
Xia Yuan sighed.
This is also the general trend. The time when martial arts was popular was in ancient times. What was ancient times? In the era of cold weapons and wars, personal force could ensure your survival on the battlefield. But now is the era of hot weapons. There are too many large-caliber weapons of destruction.
Too many, no matter if you are a master of Huajin or something, you will be gone with one shot.
He thought that he might be able to dodge bullets because he had gained a sense of danger.
"I have just acquired this skill now. If I can dodge bullets, I still have to go to the battlefield and try it."
After his strength was improved, Xia Yuan was in a good mood, and the impact of the emotions he experienced in the mission world on him had faded a bit. He sat on the sofa and thought for a while before remembering what he had done before traveling through time.
Pei Shanshan's life gradually returned to normal, and she met many new classmates in the new school. When the two of them were on the phone, Xia Yuan could clearly feel Pei Shanshan's excitement, which made Xia Yuan feel a lot more at ease.
The cousin's matter has also taken a turn for the worse. I heard from my aunt that my cousin was controlled in the Wa State area, but this kind of cross-border action takes too much time, and my aunt has already begun to use the power of the Internet, plus
During this period, hot searches for scams in northern Myanmar began to appear on the Internet, and many people began to pay attention to it. Gugu's method has made effective progress.
It was said that someone from abroad contacted my aunt and asked her to delete the video or else they would bury my cousin alive. The more they behaved like this, the more aunt had to fight them to the end. Once they bowed their heads, they would become more arrogant.
My father's martial arts gym is the same as before. Some people join and some quit, coming in and out, the same number of people, the same number of people, there is no big change.
Since Xia Yuan has graduated and Xia Yuan is a senior brother, Xia's father is also considering handing over the martial arts school to Xia Yuan. However, Xia Yuan is not married yet, so this matter has not been decided yet.
I guess I have to wait until Xia Yuan gets married.
"You have to find something to do recently. The boss is getting older, and I don't know how many more years our martial arts school can last."
Xia Yuan was a little surprised when he received a call from Xia's father. Listening to his father's voice, he said, "Dad, I understand."
"The martial arts school will be given to you in the end, but you have seen the current market situation. There are not many people who are really willing to learn martial arts. After all, learning martial arts does not happen overnight. Today's children are so delicate that they cannot even bask in the sun. The formation of martial arts is very difficult.
If you are slow, even if you succeed in learning, it will be difficult to support yourself."
When talking about the future of martial arts, Xia's father was very emotional. During wars, many people died, so even if martial arts did not develop, when there was peace, it became more and more declining.
Xia Yuan listened and sighed helplessly. In an era when every fight is about to end, the road to martial arts becomes increasingly difficult.
Xia's father said: "I can only pass on this martial art. I hope that the inheritance will not be cut off when your children's generation comes."
Xia Yuan nodded: "Dad, I understand, I won't let Baji Quan break the inheritance."
He did not tell his father that he had reached the level of Ming Jin, and his father had never reached this level either. He still had to explore the next path by himself.
Putting down the phone, Xia Yuan fumbled around the room for a while.
"Ming Jin has a sound but dark Jin has no sound."
A casual punch can produce a sonic boom, which shows that Ming Jin has become a master.
In the afternoon, Xia Yuan came to the martial arts gym.
The weather is getting hotter, and lunch break has already begun. At this time, there are not many people in the martial arts gym. Most of them are lying on the ground to rest, and there are only a few who can train hard.
After passing through the martial arts training hall, he came to the exclusive training room belonging to the senior brother. There were many equipments in the room. Xia Yuan took off his clothes, put on his training clothes, and walked into the boxing practice area. There was no one there at noon, so he could do whatever he wanted.
practise.
Bang!
He took a good stance and punched the hanging sandbag. With a dull sound, the sandbag, which was dozens of centimeters in diameter, was blown away.
Xia Yuan's punch was very fast and he didn't use all his strength. Just like that, the sandbag was overwhelmed. The sandbag hanging in mid-air swung back and forth, swaying and creaking.
"This kind of power is truly terrifying!"
Xia Yuan took a deep breath. He didn't have much awareness of his own strength. The four-dimensional attributes improved by the system had already surpassed ordinary people. Without using force, just relying on his own strength, ordinary people would not be able to receive a punch. If he used force,
, it is easy to kill with one punch.
On the battlefield, there are few opportunities for boxing. They fight with guns and bayonets. Only fools will use their fists to hammer.
Looking at the obvious dented fist mark on the sandbag, Xia Yuan thought that if he continued to hit with all his strength, he might be able to blow up the sandbag.
After patting the sandbag and knocking out the dents, Xia Yuan came to the wooden stake again and started beating him hard. He did not use any force, but relied on his own strength to still beat the wooden stake man loudly.
, it kept shaking, and made a "screaming" sound as if it was overwhelmed.
"The wooden pile can no longer bear my strength."
Xia Yuan withdrew his fist and frowned. When he performed the last move, he couldn't help but exerted force. The wooden stake cracked. His power was too strong.
The pile man may fall apart.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Withdrawing his fist, Xia Yuan looked at the equipment in the room. There were not many that could allow him to exert his full strength. He was too lazy to stay in the martial arts hall, so he put on another
I put on my own clothes and came to the martial arts training hall.
At around one o'clock in the afternoon, many people went to take a lunch break. Not many people were in the martial arts hall. Most of them were lying on the ground, enjoying the air conditioning and sleeping soundly.
Snap, snap.
However, there was a sound coming from the corner. Xia Yuan glanced around and saw a young man punching the wooden stake man randomly. His fists were red, and he was covered in sweat.
Tirelessly, he hit the wooden stake man with one punch after another.
I walked over and saw that his face was unfamiliar.
Seeing someone approaching, the young man stopped moving, rubbed his sore palms, stared at Xia Yuan, and exclaimed: "I seem to have seen you somewhere."
"Are you surprised that you have seen me? I am the senior brother of the martial arts school." Xia Yuan smiled and said, "Your training method is wrong, and it will damage your hands."
"Eldest brother." The young man was even more surprised and said, "Just hurt it, I want to improve my strength quickly."
"If you practice incorrectly, you may damage your hand, and you may have hidden problems in the future. It's better not to practice. If you came here to learn boxing, I can teach you a set of boxing techniques."
This young man's boxing training method has no rules at all. He will hit him randomly until the knuckles of his fists are red. If he continues to fight, if something goes wrong, he should ask the person in charge of their martial arts school. New students who have just started have a set of rules that belong to new students.
Moves and routines.
Martial arts is not a game. Some martial arts can even hurt your body when you first start practicing them. Without the foundation of pile skills, such haphazard practice will cause problems.
Since this person has joined the martial arts school, Xia Yuan can take care of him because of his emotions and reasons.
Unexpectedly, this young man didn't appreciate it at all and said: "I have already paid the money. How to practice is my business. Don't worry about me. Besides, it's okay to teach your boxing to children. Just leave it to me. I'm not the one."
If you come to learn boxing, I will use your venue."
Xia Yuan frowned, "Whether you are here to learn boxing or not, you must abide by the rules in the venue."
"Big Brother, I would like to call you Big Brother." The young man waved his hand: "I practice Sanda. Our methods are different. You won't understand my way of practicing boxing."
"I really don't understand how you practice boxing, but I understand that if you keep fighting like this, you will get injured. If you get injured in the martial arts gym, I am responsible." Xia Yuan frowned, "Besides, if you don't come to practice boxing, I will
I'll give you the money back as far as I can go."
The young man was stunned, and his expression suddenly became exciting: "You want me to get out? Do you know who I am?"
"Does it have anything to do with who you are?" Xia Yuan looked at him calmly.
Several young people who were resting in the martial arts hall also stood up and leaned over.
Xia Yuan turned his head, looked at their arms, and said suddenly: "Let me tell you, there was no one at this point before. You all came together to have feelings."
One of the young people in the crowd ignored Xia Yuan and asked, "Brother Jian, what's going on?"
The young man named Brother Jian smiled and said: "This guy told me to get out, hahahaha, Lao Sun, tell him who we are."
A young man named Lao Sun said: "Brother, we are in the Sanda team. We have just finished the provincial competition and have just gone to Binhai to rest for a few days."
Then, he pointed at the somewhat arrogant young man and said: "He, Han Jianping, won the seventeenth ranking. We just came here and borrowed your venue for a while. Don't make it unpleasant. We also paid the money."
, the same price as you ordinary students.”
After a slight pause, he said, "It's inappropriate for you to tell him to go away. Is this how you treat students who spend money?"
The person who comes here is not kind.
Xia Yuan squinted his eyes and said: "Since you are a student, you must abide by the martial arts school's illegal rules and regulations, put your own safety first, and either abide by it or get out."
Seeing that Xia Yuan's attitude was also very tough, several young people who had practiced Sanda for several years wanted to step forward and teach Xia Yuan a lesson, but Han Jianping reached out and waved it off, "Civilized people use civilized methods, rough things."
Then use rough methods to solve the problem. You are the senior brother of the martial arts school, and I am a student of the martial arts school. There should be no problem if we use gestures."
Although Han Jianping was angry in his heart, he was still very calm. If they really wanted to take action, it would be a mass fight, and the consequences would be very serious. The people in the Sanda team would never spare them, and they would be kicked out of the Sanda team if they didn't do it.
He is a relatively famous Sanda player, but if he cannot participate in the next competition because of this matter, it will be over.
But if as a student, you go up on stage to make gestures and give him a lesson, neither light nor serious, then that's absolutely fine.
It would even make the opponent lose face. The martial arts master couldn't defeat a student. Han Jianping thought about it and thought it was quite interesting, and he could even hype it up.
Han Jianping thought about it and felt more and more that it was feasible. The senior martial arts master was defeated by a new student who had just entered the gym. This was topical in itself. Although he was not a real student and just came to borrow the venue, at least he
It was also paid.
While he was thinking about it, he saw the 'elder brother' in front of him nodded and pointed him to the arena. The smile on his face became even stronger. While Xia Yuan was going to the arena, he quietly said to his companions:
: "When we compete later, you will record a video and post it online, do you know?"
Several young friends who were also masters of playing the Internet immediately understood Han Jianping's idea and immediately said that there was no problem.
"What are you doing? The arena is here."
Han Jianping calmed down and walked to the front of the ring. When he saw Xia Yuan walking towards the other side of the ring, he couldn't help but shout.
Xia Yuan listened to the sound and identified his position. He had heard the conversation of these people a long time ago and didn't take it to heart at all. The only thing that kept him in mind was to find some protective gear for this guy. His strength was no longer 1+1.
This guy has also practiced Sanda, and the lower body is pretty good, but in his eyes it's just average and he doesn't like it.
He casually threw a set of protective gear to him and said: "Put on some protective gear and don't get hurt later. If you post it on the Internet and make people laugh, I'll probably be chased by a group of keyboard warriors who will accuse me of bullying the small."
.”
Han Jianping was stunned for a moment. He looked at the protective gear under his feet and heard Xia Yuan's words. He felt angry in his heart. He was about to open his mouth and curse, but he took a breath and held it back. His face trembled slightly: "You
It’s a bit early to say this, there’s no guarantee who will be injured, so you have to keep an eye on it, senior brother!”
He bit the last three words very hard.
Xia Yuan paused for a moment and said: "Fistes and kicks have no eyes. Since you came to challenge me, I will give you a few moves."
He climbed onto the ring and stretched out four fingers to hook Han Jianping: "Come on, let me see your strength, seventeenth."
He also bit the last three words very hard. When Han Jianping heard this, he almost raised his head. He gritted his teeth, his face was trembling, and his fists were clenched tightly. His originally red knuckles suddenly emitted a burst of bluish white, which suppressed his heart.
Angry, he stepped onto the ring and stared at Xia Yuan.
Several young people in the audience were also very angry. This was undoubtedly a very straightforward mockery of them.
He was a young man with a lot of energy, but he couldn't bear such ridicule, and they all shouted that they wanted to go on stage to compete with Xia Yuan.
"Don't worry, come one by one, Sanda team, I have picked you all today."