After Song Xiang finished cursing, he didn't say anything else and rushed forward to kill him with a single stride.
His internal strength, fists and kicks are all fierce, and there are no particularly exquisite and unpredictable moves, so every time he strikes, it is a frontal attack.
Tang Weizhi was a serious martial artist with considerable practical combat experience. Such a simple attack would not be effective unless he was defeated in terms of skill.
At that moment, Tang Weizhi stretched his arms and made a staggered circle, making one move to "hold on to the weak". At the same time, his horse's step sank, and then he used another hand to "stand still". With two moves, Song Xiang's all-out attack was wiped out.
, completely broken.
In this round of confrontation alone, in the eyes of an expert, the outcome of the two was already obvious.
On the high platform next to the ring, Ma Yi and Zhao Yutong, who were sitting on two chairs and watching, immediately changed their expressions.
"Brother Ma, this person who came here today is quite impressive." Zhao Yuanyou was the first to speak.
"Yes... Although he is not very powerful, I am afraid that our young master cannot defeat others." Ma Zhu continued.
"Brother Ma, you are from Jianghu Dao. Can you tell where this person comes from?" Zhao Youyou asked again.
"Hmm..." Ma Zhu pondered for a few seconds and replied, "It is a kung fu from the Kongtong sect. Judging by his age... he is probably a disciple of the 18th or 19th generation."
This Tang Weizhi is obviously not very famous. Maybe after he tells his name and sect, some people will say they have heard of him, but just based on his appearance and his ordinary martial arts, it is impossible for Ma Zhu to recognize him.
Zhao Yuanyou heard this, thought for a while, and then said: "Then do you think our young master will be defeated within a few moves?"
"It's hard to say..." Ma Zhu said, "Right now, the opponent is not making any moves. He is trying to figure out his punching path. Once he has figured out his punches, I'm afraid it will be within ten moves."
While the two of them were talking, in the distance, under the stage...
Sun Yixie asked a similar question to Zhao Daoyao: "Hey, Brother Huang, Buji, how many moves can this guy named Song be able to hold on to?"
Although Sun Yixie's martial arts attainments are still shallow, his knowledge is still good. After all, he has watched the entire Youth Heroes Club; he has seen so many masters duel, and in a competition of this level, he is naturally
You can tell at a glance who is stronger and who is weaker.
"If you ask me, just two moves." Lei Buji's answer was really straightforward, and he even gave the correct answer. "One move is a horizontal and vertical cut, and then another move is to hit his chin with an upward punch. After the blow, he will not be able to get up.
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"Hey~" Huang Donglai waved his hand, "Brother, you can't always use your Lei Jiaquan method to guess other people's fighting styles. The method you mentioned may be quite useful for people like Brother Sun.
It's valuable, but it's 'wrong' for most people who have learned routines since childhood." He paused and then said, "In my opinion... the challenger is still testing Song Xiang at the moment, waiting for him to finish testing.
, it’s almost like defeating the enemy within ten moves.”
"Okay! As expected of Brother Huang." Sun Yixi was confident enough after listening to the opinions of Huang Donglai and Lei Buji. So, while saying this, he turned around and ran towards the arena not far away.
He went down an alley and said, "Just wait a moment, I'll be right back."
"Eh? Brother, this is a wonderful fight, where are you going?" Lei Buji didn't understand yet.
Huang Donglai had already seen through it: "It's okay, it's okay." He patted Buji on the shoulder, "Brother Sun went over there to place his bets."
Obviously, before Sun and Huang walked to the edge of the ring, they had already discovered the people who were setting up betting nearby... After all, they had done similar things before, and they knew that whenever there was such a public fight,
, there must be an opening.
Of course, they didn't open the market with loud noises and on-site explanations like they did. They were operated by cats quietly in an inconspicuous alley; moreover, the people who opened the market here had already communicated with Ma Chu and Zhao Yuan in advance.
If you are angry, half of the net profit after the market closes every day should be given to those two people, otherwise they would not dare to use the Young Master of the Song family as a handicap.
"Haha, done!" Not long after, Sun Yixie came back with brisk steps.
Huang Donglai looked at him: "Have you bought it?"
"Ah." Sun Yixie nodded, raised his hands, and made a "ten" gesture with his two index fingers, "Ten taels, bet on the challenger to win."
"Why is it only twelve?" Huang Donglai raised his eyebrows and said, "This kind of plate, according to me, is all in."
"Nonsense, do they dare to take it if I put it all in?" Sun Yixie said, "I just went over and saw that most of the bettors were betting with copper coins. Occasionally, there would be one, two or two taels, which is considered a big bet.
...For such a small handicap, it is still a fixed odds system (in ancient times, gambling basically used fixed odds, because the lottery odds require a lot of time to count and calculate). Even if I spend a few hundred taels, the other party may not dare to do it.
"Okay, why don't you let me go all in? If the other party can't pay back, will you be responsible for helping me collect the debt?"
"Okay, I'll ask for it for you." Huang Donglai joked, "Anyway, none of these gamblers are good people, so let's just take advantage of this situation and squeeze them dry. After everything is done... Sun
Brother, your money will be returned in full, and the extra money will be divided between us and the people who lost the money. This can be considered robbing the rich and giving to the poor."
"Haha..." Sun Yixie knew that Huang Donglai was joking and quarreling with him again, so he also laughed, "Huang, first of all...we have also made a handicap, so your first sentence, 'There is no good person', is the first one."
I've scolded myself; secondly, aren't those 'people who lost money' just a bunch of gamblers? They deserved to lose; thirdly... I'm busy with everything, and I still have to pay for it, so just let me
Take 30%?”
Huang Donglai curled his lips: "Thirty percent belongs to others."
Sun Yixiao smiled: "Oh, that can be considered."
Lei Buji has become accustomed to the various shameless remarks and slanderous remarks made by these two people. Now he can generally tell when Sun and Huang are joking. For example, right now, they are obviously "talking"
"That's all. In fact, you won't actually do that.
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Because at this time on the ring, Tang Weizhi had finished his test and started to counterattack.
The Kongtong sect's "Golden Ring Palm" is known for its defensive counterattacks and strives for victory steadily; when practiced to the extreme, the ring formed by the combined palms is not only invulnerable, but also indestructible. Even if you attack with a weapon, it will still be the same.
It will be easily pinched off by the force of your palm.
Of course, Tang Weizhi's Golden Ring Palm hasn't reached that level yet, and even his master's palm power hasn't reached that level yet, but it is more than enough to defend against attacks from people like Song Xiang.
After parrying more than twenty moves in a row, Tang Weizhi basically destroyed Song Xiang's foundation. At this moment, Song Xiang was already attacking with repeated moves, his breath was also a little disordered, and he seemed to have problems with his physical strength.
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Tang Weizhi felt that it was almost done here. Next, he would go up and push the man surnamed Song off the ring with three moves and two moves. That would be done.
Even though Song Xiang scolded Tang Weizhi at the beginning, the latter did not intend to make Song Xiang lose ugly, because Tang Weizhi was not stupid... Before he entered the ring, he had already noticed that there were masters like Ma Chu and Zhao Yuanyou beside the ring.
Sitting in charge, he knew very well that if he really beat Song Xiang badly and the other party turned angry and angry, he would not be able to get any benefits.
Furthermore, Tang Weizhi was once a disciple of a well-known and decent sect. Although he accidentally killed ordinary people, the person who died was a thug who was responsible for collecting debts in the casino. This person himself was constantly irritating and insulting Tang Weizhi verbally.
, this is how he succeeded in trying to commit suicide; therefore, now that you want Tang Weizhi to use his full strength against a "layman" like Song Xiang in the ring, he himself is somewhat psychologically resistant.
After making up his mind, Tang Weizhi took advantage of the situation and used a trick of "opening one side of the net" as a bait, using a flaw to retreat several steps to lure the enemy to attack.
Song Xiang was indeed fooled, thinking that his continuous attacks had finally taken effect, so he immediately raised his Dantian Qi, stepped forward to chase, punched on both sides, and used the "Horns to Hang Book" move, trying to use his waist strength to take advantage of Tang Weizhi's power.
Get off the stage.
To be honest, after more than fifty days of fighting in this arena, no challenger has yet to leave the stage without being beaten black and blue.
But today Song Xiang also saw that his opponent was difficult to deal with, and he was afraid that he would not be beaten like that, so he could only give up the idea of beating the opponent and win first.
When Tang Weizhi saw his opponent taking the bait, he smiled inwardly, used his strength in his palms, and prepared to put Song Xiang on the abdomen and knock him off the ring.
Unexpectedly, in the midst of this flash of light and stone, two dark rays suddenly came from the diagonal thorns, accurately hitting the "Qimen" and "Zhangmen" points under Tang Weizhi's ribs.
For a moment, Tang Weizhi felt that his liver and spleen were shocked, his qi was stagnant and his blood was stagnant. As a result, half of his internal energy could not be used or withdrawn. It was cutting and counteracting in his meridians, almost causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood.
It was at this moment that Song Xiang's offensive came.
Tang Weizhi was helpless, it was too late to change his stance, so he could only use his body to block it. As a result, he was unable to catch it and was pushed off the stage and fell onto his back.
"good!"
The shout of "Hello" in the next second was naturally not made by the common people, but by the servants of the Song Dynasty.
Under the fierce and threatening gazes of these guys, the audience helplessly gave some sparse applause and applauded along with them.
"Humph, boy, do you know how powerful your Grandpa Song is?" When Song Xiang, who was standing on the edge of the ring, saw that he had won, he immediately became arrogant again, spitting and insulting Tang Weizhi in the audience, "
A turtle like you, a bastard who can only take beatings but never fight back, still wants to come and get my reward? Damn you! I think you can be a sandbag for me!"
But at this time, Tang Weizhi, who had stood up again, didn't even look at him. Instead, he glared fiercely at Zhao Youtuo at the side of the stage.
Based on where he was standing and the angle at which he was struck, Tang Weizhi could easily determine that the person who plotted against him was Zhao Youtuo. His glare was equivalent to calling for an apology.
But Zhao Youtao looked at him without any fear or shame, his eyes were very cold.
After looking at each other wordlessly for a few seconds, Zhao Yuanyou finally sighed, glanced at Song Xiang, then looked at Tang Weizhi again, shaking his head slightly.
After thinking about it for a while, Tang Weizhi understood what he meant - "You'd better not win."
To put it more deeply: if you really win today, I’m afraid what will happen next is not just falling off the stage and being scolded.
"Hey! Are I talking to you? Why can't you fart? Are you mute?" On the other hand, Song Xiang on the stage was getting more and more scolding, with no intention of stopping.
As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under low eaves.
Tang Weizhi also understood that in this world, if you have no money, no power, no support, it is not that easy to make some money based on your skills.
"Young Master Song is very skilled in martial arts. I admire you and say goodbye." He didn't want to be verbose with the man named Song, so he cupped his fists and turned around and left.
"Ha! Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Get out of here!" Fortunately, Song Xiang was in a good mood at this time and had no intention of further making things difficult for the other party, so he just let him go.
However, just when everyone thought that the matter was over, a strange yell suddenly broke out from the crowd.
"Fuck you!"
Once you hear this, you will know who is getting angry.
Then why did Brother Sun shout out after such a while?
It's very simple, because after Sun Yixie complained that Huang Donglai's prediction was "poisonous milk", Huang Donglai told him how Tang Weizhi lost just now in order to prove that he was not.
Sun Yixie became angry when he heard this, and said to himself that this guy named Song had won by cheating on the sidelines. The key is... you win, you win, and it won't work if you make me lose money.
That's what Brother Sun is like. He doesn't feel bad when he spends his money where it should be spent: For example, it cost him two hundred taels to kill Zhu Xiaowan in a black shop, and he didn't even blink; another example is when he went to a brothel to find out information, etc.
He is also happy to throw in a piece of gold before doing anything...but if you let him lose something in a place he shouldn't spend it on and doesn't want to, even a few copper coins or a salted fish, he will argue with you.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Huh? Who is yelling in the audience? Is it because he is dissatisfied because I won?" Song Xiang is not deaf, and his voice rises, coupled with Sun Yixie's
The slightly sharp voice sounded very ear-piercing.
Song Xiang's roar was so good that the people around Sun Yixie, Huang Donglai and Lei Buji dispersed in a rush and retreated to a place seven or eight meters away from them, directly exposing these three people.
Now they couldn't admit it even if they wanted to.
Seeing this, Sun Yixie simply took two steps forward, held his head high, and said to Song Xiang on the stage: "I'm the one who scolded you. I just don't accept it. How about it?"
"Hey!" Song Xiang looked Sun Yixie up and down, and said with a smile, "Hey, where did this young boy come from? Do you want to go on stage and die?"
"Ha!" Sun Yixie also laughed, even louder than the other person, "Does your humble platform, which is only worth a hundred taels of silver, worthy of my noble feet? You, a bitch, committed a crime on it.
I've been a bitch for fifty days and you still want to trick me into cheating me and I'll be bitten to death by you? I...uh-oh——"
He seemed to think that spitting "bah" was not enough to express his disdain, so he spit...
Yes, you read that right. In order to insult the other party, after saying what he just said, Sun Yixie immediately reached out and dug his throat and vomited his lunch on the street.
Song Xiang was dumbfounded, and the servants of the Song Mansion were also stunned on the spot, not knowing how to react.
You know, Song Xiang has never been scolded in front of others with such aggressive words and body language in his life.
Because the impact he received was so great, he didn't get angry immediately, but remained in a daze.
When he slowly came back to his senses, his anger soared until his face turned red, and then he trembled on the stage and shouted angrily: "You...you kid, stop right there and don't leave!"