Song Jingshan's words really didn't sound like what a master would say, but they made my heart warm. With such an awesome senior brother protecting me, would I be afraid that something might happen to Quan Zhilong?
So I nodded, took a few steps off the ring and walked to Quan Zhilong's side, stretched out my foot and said, "Either you lick it now, or you continue fighting with my senior brother, it's your choice."
Quan Zhilong looked at the people traveling around him, and no one was willing to stand up and help him. Obviously, this guy's popularity was extremely bad.
At this time, more than a dozen black bodyguards led by Quan Zhilong rushed to protect him. I smiled and said, "Are you more people than there are? Brothers!"
"have!"
My brothers all around me roared in unison, and seventy or eighty people gathered around me. This is our home court, and if the "cheerleaders" want to fight, it's impossible for them to take advantage.
Quan Zhilong was at his wits end now and shouted something in English at me.
Magic translated for me: "Crazy brother, he curses people."
Forehead……
Before I could give the order, my senior brother shouted at Yang Tu: "Yang Tu, what did I teach you? Someone is disrespectful to your senior uncle, what should you do?"
Yang Tu nodded and walked directly to Quan Zhilong. Several of Quan Zhilong's men immediately went to block Yang Tu, but Yang Tu was not polite to them. He knocked down four of them in three strikes, five divided by two, and at the same time
My brothers also got angry and immediately beat up Quan Zhilong's bodyguards.
As for Quan Zhilong, he faced Yang Tu one on one. When Quan Zhilong was about to take action, Yang Tu suddenly dodged in front of him, and then with lightning speed, he punched Quan Zhilong directly.
The dragon fell to the ground.
Before Quan Zhilong could get up, Yang Tu grabbed Quan Zhilong's collar and beat him severely.
Well, Yang Tu seems to be a little different today. After Yang Tu knocked Quan Zhilong's mouth and nose out of shape, he let go, and then said to me: "Uncle, you think this will do."
I nodded and said: "Okay!"
Then I walked up to Quan Zhilong, lick or hit him?
At this time, Quan Zhilong crawled on the ground like a puddle of mud, crawled to my feet, then stretched out his tongue and symbolically licked the top of my feet.
After being scolded by me, Quan Zhilong got up, took his group of injured black bodyguards, and ran away in despair.
This can be regarded as an interlude.
After Quan Zhilong's incident passed, Muay Thai master Ke Lan Mei stood up and twisted his neck, took off his shirt, and then slowly entered the ring: "Song, Quan Zhilong's farce is over, let's go on next
Let’s do the first contest.”
Those Japanese people had no intention of taking action first, and were obviously planning to let my senior brother and Ke Lanmei consume them first.
My senior brother said with an indifferent expression: "Okay, Mr. Mei, I have to remind you that there are too many killer moves in Muay Thai, and if you use them too much, you can easily hurt yourself."
Kelan Mei was stunned for a moment, but nodded anyway, then roared, and hit my senior brother in the face with two rapid strikes, his movements were fast and hateful.
My senior brother also took advantage of the situation and punched a few times with his hands. These two seemingly slow movements just happened to resolve Kelan Mei's two fast punches.
Then the two people exchanged more than ten moves at a speed that we could barely see clearly. During this period, Kelan Mei used the secrets of Muay Thai, elbow strikes and knee strikes in a smooth and smooth manner, and perfectly coordinated with all his moves. It was simply a smooth flow.
No flaws.
However, my senior brother's seemingly lazy moves were always perfect and perfect in neutralizing Ke Lanmei's moves.
Kelan Mei's dangerous moves brought the atmosphere on the court to a critical point of tension. I forgot to breathe when I saw such high-level moves.
Look at the gap between Kelan Mei's attacks. He suddenly approached my senior brother. He quickly raised his knee and pushed it towards my senior brother's abdomen. My senior brother hit me with a backhand and a long punch. Kelan Mei's body was violent.
Then he leaned back and slammed his knees, which turned into a backflip and an upside down kick!
But when Ke Lan Mei was about to turn over halfway, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed out of the corner of my senior brother's eyes, and then he suddenly stretched out his left back, and grabbed Ke Lan Mei's right ankle on one side of his body, and then quickly
After making a swinging motion, Ke Lanmei's body flew into the air toward the audience.
I couldn't help but shout loudly: "Well done!"
But before I could say "good", Ke Lanmei's body actually flipped in the air, his hand suddenly reached down and directly grabbed the rope beside the ring, and then with a flick of his body, he flew up
He reached a high altitude, then flipped over and flew towards my senior brother with a condescending blow mixed with elasticity and inertia.
Looking at my senior brother again, he smiled slightly. At the moment when Ke Lan Mei was about to approach him, as if teleporting, his body immediately shifted to a position one step to the side, just in time for Ke Lan Mei to kick the air.
At the same time, my senior brother made a simple gesture of raising his hand, and then suddenly cut Kelan Mei's waist with the knife.
"Bang!"
It wasn't the sound of my senior brother's sword colliding with Ke Lanmei's body, but the sound of Ke Lanmei's whole body colliding with the ring surface.
This fall is quite an explanation.
Ke Lan Mei fell like this, but my senior brother did not rush to attack again. Ke Lan Mei struggled on the ground twice, then swayed for a few steps, and stood up leaning on the rope.
My senior brother asked him: "Do you want to fight again?"
This Ke Lan Mei was also considered to be interested. He took a deep breath, then performed a Muay Thai etiquette, and then bowed to my senior brother and said: "I am willing to bow down, you are the real master!"
My senior brother clasped his fists at Ke Lan Mei and said with a smile: "I don't dare to be a master, but I want to remind you that our Chinese Kung Fu is not for competition. This kind of competition is not my intention, so I don't want to
There will be a next time.”
Kelan Mei was stunned for a while and then said: "I understand, Song, you are the real master."
After Ke Lanmei left the stage, one of the three Japanese who had been arguing for a long time slowly stood up.
"Hello, Mr. Song, I am Momoi Shizuo, Jingxin Akechi-ryu, and the successor of Momoi. I would like to ask Mr. Song Jingshan to give you some advice on weapons." The first Japanese to stand up was wearing a kimono.
said.
At the same time, an entourage wearing a kimono next to him handed him a Japanese samurai sword. It was not a bamboo sword, but a high-quality samurai sword made of fine steel. This kind of competition with real weapons was very likely to happen.
It's human life.
My senior brother frowned slightly. I looked at Su Wei and Yang Tu and asked, "Where is my senior brother's weapon? Did he leave it in the car? Go get it."
Yang Tu shook his head and said: "Uncle Master, my master does not have a weapon."
As soon as I heard that my senior brother had no weapons, I immediately shouted to the stage: "Brother, use my A?B?C!"
As I said that, I took out the dagger from my pocket.
But before I could throw it out, my senior brother said: "No, little junior brother, I want to borrow another thing from you."
I thought to myself, if you can borrow a gun, I'll have one too.
Well, a person of my senior brother's status would naturally not borrow a gun for a competition. I just heard him say: "You have a sweeping broom here, or a mop will do."
I didn't react for a moment: "Brother, this arena is dirty, I just need someone to clean it."
My senior brother smiled and said, "I want to use them as weapons. They are too violent and I'm afraid of hurting people."
I……
I almost have no words to describe how awesome my senior brother is. How confident and arrogant he is.
But when my senior brother said these words, he was very calm and had no intention of pretending at all. Instead, he seemed to really do it for the good of Momoi Mozuo opposite him.
I swallowed my saliva and said, "Come here, bring me a broom."
At this time, Momoi Wuzuo, who was opposite, said with an angry look of humiliation: "Song Jingshan, I really want to discuss with you. Are you looking down on others too much? If I hurt you in a while, don't blame me."
My senior brother smiled and said: "Life and death are destiny."
After a while, one of my brothers ran over from the background holding a broom. When he handed it to me, he asked me: "Crazy brother, is this really okay?"
I also hesitated and said, "It should be okay."
I handed the new broom to my senior brother with trepidation. He took it in his hand and knocked it down a few times, as if to test the feel. Then he nodded slightly and said, "It feels good."
After saying that, he also scanned the ring a few times.
But at this time, Momoi Wuzuo could no longer bear it, and with a fierce roar, he struck his senior brother in the face with a knife.
Then my senior brother swayed slightly, but he did not use the broom to block it. Instead, while dodging Momoi Mozuo's attack, he swiped the broom lightly and pointed at Momoi Mozuo's chest.
If my senior brother had a real weapon, he could have stabbed the opponent's chest right now, it's that simple.
Momoi Wuzuo seemed unconvinced, and with a swipe of his knife, he cut off the head of the broom, and then moved horizontally to cut my senior brother's chest.
My senior brother jumped back slightly, and the moment the knife in Momoi's left hand cut across the spot where my senior brother was standing, my senior brother actually jumped back again.
This folding movement made it seem as if Momoi Mozuo's knife had cut through my senior brother's body, but the result was that he missed the cut.
The moment my senior brother jumped back, the sharpened wooden broom handle in his hand was stabbed into Momoi Mozuo's wrist. Momoi Mozuo felt pain and the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground.
.
The wooden broom handle in the senior brother's hand was pointed at Momoi Mozuo's throat.
"How can you master kendo if you can't even hold a weapon? Momoi, although you pay attention to graceful postures, if you pay too much attention to these, it will be a burden on kendo and run counter to the spirit of kendo." My senior brother pointed out.