"Wow, the Taekwondo people are here. Search on Baidu"
"Quick, the leader is a fifth-degree black belt."
The crowd started murmuring again, and it was obvious that the troublemaker was here.
Deng Deng Deng.
The man in Taekwondo uniform came to the front and looked at the middle-aged man.
"Hey, are you the master?"
The middle-aged man looked at the leading guy and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I'm not a master, I just practiced for a few days."
"Oh, I've been practicing for a few days." The leading guy laughed, with a look of disdain on his face, and clenched his fists, "Okay, I just have free time today, let me do a few tricks with you."
"I'm sorry, I only get beaten for a dollar a punch, and I don't fight with anyone." The middle-aged man raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't it just money?" the guy in the lead said disdainfully, then reached out, took out a red note, flicked it, "I'll give you a hundred yuan and call me."
"I told you not to fight with others."
"Tch, what a bullshit martial arts master, I don't think you dare."
"Yeah, he's a master. He's as brave as a cat."
"Then get lost. Don't come out and brag about martial arts in the future. It's useless."
When those guys spoke, they all looked disdainful and their words were unpleasant.
He Zhenzhong kept staring at the middle-aged man. He knew that he was telling the truth. A real martial arts practitioner would rarely take action unless the other person was also a martial arts practitioner, because if he was not careful, he would be injured or disabled.
, the real martial arts is not for watching, but for killing.
"Okay, you don't have to fight." The leading guy nodded, "Your rule is one dollar per punch, right?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly. These guys were obviously here to cause trouble. He turned around and said, "We're done today."
"Look, this is the so-called martial arts master, tsk tsk."
"You're not even worthy of carrying our Taekwondo shoes."
"Hahaha."
Many people laughed.
The leading guy's face was filled with a sneer, he reached out and took it out, and then waved it.
Wow.
A stack of red notes fell and fluttered down.
"Let me punch you a few times, and the money will be yours."
The middle-aged man's footsteps paused and his eyes fell to the ground. Looking at the money, he hesitated.
He Zhenzhong clearly saw that his hands were clenched into fists, still shaking slightly.
"good."
Although the tone was flat, with only one word, He Zhenzhong could hear the sadness and even frustration in it. He knew that the quality and integrity of those who practiced real martial arts were so superior. Otherwise, the Jingwu Sect back then would have been
Nor would his prestige shock the whole of China, beating the shit out of those so-called Japanese samurai, and even shocking people all over the world.
However, now, He Zhenzhong sighed.
The leading guy already clenched his fists, walked up to the middle-aged man, and then took a deep breath.
call.
He has been trained, and he is definitely not comparable to those ordinary people before.
When a punch is thrown out, it is powerful and heavy, as heavy as a stone.
Boom.
A dull meaty sound sounded.
The leading guy was stunned for a moment, but he didn't move his feet at all. He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man, with a sneer on his face, "Sure enough, those who practice martial arts are all good targets."
After saying that, he gritted his teeth and punched out again.
call.
Boom.
This time, the middle-aged man's body couldn't help but tremble, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. He had received too many punches today, and he really couldn't bear it anymore. Moreover, this guy has been trained to have good vision.
It was very tricky, and the position where the punch landed was a very vulnerable part of his body.
call.
Boom.
Three punches.
Four punches.
Five punches.
Suddenly, a sneer appeared on the leading guy's face, and the fist he swung suddenly changed direction and hit the middle-aged man's nose. He thought smugly in his heart, "Let's see if you fight back or not? I'll knock him down like this. Why?"
This shows that I am a master. How can I defraud money and defraud a little girl?"
call.
The middle-aged man didn't expect that guy to be so mean. His fist was already in front of him. In this flash of lightning, his body suddenly fell backwards. His upper body was down, almost at an angle of 90 degrees to his lower body.
call.
The guy's fist grazed the tip of his nose.
"snort."
With a cold snort, the guy suddenly retracted his hand, stepped on the ground, and raised his right foot sharply.
call.
"This is a foul."
"So what?" the guy snorted, "I'm going to let you, a so-called bullshit martial arts master, show his true colors today. You're still a martial arts master. Hmm, everything is just a cloud in front of me in Taekwondo."
"You can insult me, but you can never insult martial arts."
"Martial arts? Is there any martial arts now? I haven't seen anyone practicing Taekwondo or Karate?" The guy said arrogantly, showing no intention of giving up when he was in advantage.
There was also a strange color on the middle-aged man's face, and he clenched his fists fiercely. These guys were bullying people too much.
call.
The guy's feet swept over, tensed tightly, like a thick iron bar sweeping over, the momentum was very shocking.
Snapped.
The middle-aged man took action, making a fist with his right hand, swinging it around fiercely, drawing an elegant arc, and quickly passed through.
Boom.
The fist landed on the guy's foot.
The guy's expression changed instantly, and there was a sharp pain in the sole of his foot. He gritted his teeth, retracted his foot, landed on the ground, and then his body suddenly jumped forward.
Deng Deng Deng.
Pointing his toes to the ground, the middle-aged man's body quickly slid past him, as if dancing an elegant dance. He easily avoided the guy's attack, and then waved his right fist.
Boom.
What? The guy's eyes widened. He was so fast that he didn't even hit the guy. Instead, he got punched.
Deng Deng Deng.
After taking a few steps back, the guy's face looked uncertain.
And He Zhenzhong stared closely at the middle-aged man, his face also looked a little strange. The onlookers didn't notice it, but he knew that the middle-aged man used Mizong Fist and Mizong Bu.
And this was what Huo Yuanjia and Chen Zhen were good at back then.
If he guessed correctly, this middle-aged man should be a descendant of a hero, so he learned such pure kung fu.
Back then, the sick man of East Asia sign was hung high, and the entire nation gradually became numb under the arrogance of the little devil. However, the two heroes Huo Yuanjia and Chen Zhen stepped forward and beat the shit out of the little devil's warriors and smashed their Hongkou.
The dojo has awakened the slowly cooling blood of countless Chinese people.
However, he did not expect that one day, the descendants of heroes would fall to such a low point, and the martial arts that made our country so famous are still being ridiculed by the people of the country.