Amid everyone's expectations, the game officially started.
Ah Yong from Lei Feng Hall easily advanced to the finals by defeating six generals. He had high morale and knocked all his opponents to the ground quickly, which was also the style of a rising star. His boss was Ah Liu, and Ah Liu looked at him.
My younger brother showed up like this and was beaming with joy. He must be as pushy as Ah Liu and show off in front of others.
This time his opponent is Bai Xiaohu. Bai Xiaohu is Ah Qi's younger brother. Now they are facing each other at the entrance of the two halls.
I asked Na Miantang: "Didn't this Bai Xiaohu take a big advantage? A Yong just finished fighting 6 people and didn't even take a breath. Doesn't this design seem very fair?" I expressed my doubts.
Na Miantang whispered in my ear: "A Yong has been a symbol in Renshe since he won six national martial arts competitions when he was 25 years old. He is a good material because he is crazy about martial arts. Unfortunately, sometimes he
If he doesn't know how to avoid reality and adopt a rigid style, if he meets someone of the same temperament who is gentle and caring, then he will have problems."
I asked: "Is it like water overcoming fire?"
Na Miantang smiled and said: "Yes, it's the same principle."
"Will Bai Xiaohu be able to defeat him?"
"No, although Bai Shanghu has learned a lot of stances from Ah Qi, most of them are wild stances. His mood just now was so angry. After all, facing a tough opponent like Ah Yong, he might have stage fright."
I asked again, doubting: "Ayong won't keep competing until the last place. This is a huge problem for his physical strength. I'm afraid it won't work without a short rest. I dare say, if you add the rounds
Even Pony Six was able to defeat him in a wheel battle."
Na Miantang gave me a thumbs up and said dotingly: "The final is not only about one's kung fu, but also about one's physical strength and ability to self-adjust. Therefore, the cruel mechanism of our competition is
Whether your courage, kung fu, and self-management can be completely balanced together. Of course, everything has a limit. The final setting is a round-robin battle. If you defeat six challengers in a row, then you will win the first game.
;The next round will be over, and the last two players will compete in the finals."
"What you mean is that if A Yong defeats Bai Xiaohu, he will be able to enter the finals. In the next round, another person will compete in the ring. Only the winner can compete with A Yong in the final match." I finally understood.
Regarding the rules of the game, I thought to myself: These two cowards, Ah Wu Lu and You Si Ji, I bet that there is no way they can reach the finals. Just playing on the court is enough for them to brag for several years.
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I found that there was no question: "Are there any female brothers coming to compete?"
"No."
"Why? Men are superior to women? Are you going home and giving birth to a litter?"
"Go home and be a female celebrity, husband and filial son."
"Okay, you win." There was a dark line on my face, and I really wanted to retort to the man in front of me, but I did find that apart from the maid, I was the only woman clapping and watching with these men, but
I don’t think there’s anything abrupt about it, but I occasionally see some brothers looking over at me, their eyes containing doubts, reverence, and even some admiration or contempt, a variety of complex looks intersecting. When I looked over,
They dodged and avoided again.
It’s no wonder that since Mr. Wang has not mentioned it yet, he has also been waiting for his best daughter-in-law, Bai Wei, to return safely from overseas. In addition, Na Miantang and I have a tacit understanding that we will arrange our marriage after Bai Wei gets married.
No wonder outsiders always feel that my identity is unclear, but they all respectfully call me: Miss Cat.
But I won’t mention it to Na Miantang for the time being. After this competition is over, I decided to propose to Na Miantang to return to my old house and rent it with Xiao Ma Liu and the others. I don’t want to wrong myself anymore. What’s more,
Na Mian Tang is a person who does big things. Keeping a proper distance can also give each other a better space and enjoy your love time.
While my thoughts were wandering, Na Miantang waved his hand in front of me a few times and said softly in a low voice: "What other nonsense are you thinking about in your head? Tell me."
I laughed out loud and said, "What material are your clothes made of? They look good." This was the extent of what I blurted out.
Since Mr. Wang was nearby, he couldn't use any drastic actions. He gently held my hand without leaving any trace, and looked directly at me with his scorching eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate my inner thoughts: "Is it after coming back?"
, didn’t stay with you well? Hmm.”
"Stop holding my hand. It's not good for others to see you. You're not shy. Women are shy. Do you understand?" I scolded him.
He didn't speak any more, the corners of his lips traced a kind of contented joy, and he looked at me with an indescribable depth in his eyes. He just insisted on holding my hand, wrapping my little hand with his big hand, as warm as ever.
I can probably relate to this feeling of holding hands and growing old with you.
Just keep going like this, it’s not easy to meet someone with love in your life, so do it and cherish it.
The strange thing is that Mr. Wang, who has always been funny, didn't say much and just looked at the ring intently, occasionally coughing.
This old fool, I chuckled to myself.
I saw Bai Xiaohu clasping his fists at the people in the stands. He is very smart. He knows that Mr. Wang, the big brothers from Miantang and Rensheng Club are all sitting under the seats and looking at him. After all, Bai Xiaohu is considered a beginner.
It has been nearly six years, and the biennial competition is even more important, so he rarely looks mature and stable.
A Yong fought six people in a row, and Bai Xiaohu was the seventh challenger.
Bai Xiaohu immediately greeted A Yong, and with a beautiful move, the crane took off and hit his opponent's face with his fist.
Everyone screamed. It seemed that Bai Xiaohu no longer gave A Yong a chance to breathe. He went straight to the vital point and caught the opponent off guard. What he wanted was a quick victory. He didn't use a conservative approach for a minute and attacked directly. Just now.
Dui Gang! has a determination and courage to win.
Just at this time, Na Miantang said in my ear: "Bai Xiaohu was too eager for quick success and took advantage of A Yong's physical strength to make a fierce attack. Unfortunately, he did not make enough calculations. A Yong's physical strength was less than Shao's."
There was a back and forth with one or two people, and what he wanted was an attrition and shrinking battle, not an offensive tactic, and he was afraid that he would be left with nothing to eat."
Everyone looked at A Yong with worried expressions, and most of them thought that A Yong would be at the bottom soon.
but.
A Yong may have felt the wind from Bai Xiaohu's strong fist, and his mood fluctuated slightly, but he quickly stabilized his mood and did not reveal too much emotion.
A Yong's blood was surging and his whole body was excited. He seemed to be the kind of person who became more and more courageous the more he fought. At this time, his horse steps sank slightly, and he stood still. He stretched out his arms lightly, and suddenly made an unpredictable fist.
Bai Xiaohu's heavy punch was stuck, and then he struggled with his whole body and suddenly exerted force. Sure enough, he was the famous champion. Bai Xiaohu flew out without any resistance, like a kite with its string broken!
Everyone cheered in unison!
Although Bai Xiaohu did not succeed in the sneak attack this time, he is still considered a veteran of Kung Fu. It is too late to say that it is too late. Bai Xiaohu turned over and stood firmly on a side horse step. He followed the posture and rolled towards A Yong with a few beautiful somersaults. Look.
He seemed to be attacking his lower body. Seeing his nimble body movements, the crowd couldn't help but cheer him loudly, and even whistled all over the place.
A Yong was unhurried and deliberately wanted to show off his martial arts skills in front of everyone. He was very powerful and must have launched a set of the most profound boxing techniques. I saw that his routines were clear and his moves were fierce and powerful.
The power is like flowing water. I have never seen how to fight. It is different from what I imagined. We pay attention to the fighting of you and me. If you had used this combination to perform before a fight, you would have been beaten long ago.
A brick was thrown at you. From my experience, if people circle around you during a fight, most of them don't want to fight, and they just have the effect of scaring people in form. Isn't Ayong like this?
I questioned: "What the hell is this?"
Na Miantang is a standard commentator. He leaned over and whispered to me: "A Yong's boxing method is the authentic Luohan Fuhu Boxing. When he was young, he went to the Shaolin Temple to learn the art from a teacher and studied it for five years.
Shaolin Kung Fu, it seems that A Yong is going to have a big fight. He didn't punch Bai Xiaohu out just now. This is Bai Xiaohu's most difficult moment."
While they were talking, after a few back and forth between the two of them, Bai Xiaohu began to feel a little unable to resist, because Ayong's arhat's punches could not leave his face. His fists were fierce and held the wind, forcing Bai Xiaohu all the way to the edge of the ring seat.
, he was about to lose his center of gravity, and his back body began to move downwards. His lower body, which was gradually losing his center of gravity, suddenly choked and fell under the ring seat!
Everyone felt sorry again. It took less than three minutes. This was the speed battle that Bai Xiaohu wanted, but in the end, he even fell into the pit.
I also expressed my condolences like everyone else, and the ups and downs of my emotions were certainly not the same as those of everyone and me, but also the expressions of the masters Ah Liu and Ah Qi sitting on the other side.
Ah Liu couldn't sit still. He stood up faster and the tea in his hand was knocked out. He squeezed his follower with his shoulder and said unhappily: "This Ah Yong has some unique skills."
They all took it out. He was just like a stupid boy. He was rude to his brothers. Ah Qi made a good brother, and he didn’t give any honor to the occasion. He deliberately wanted to dismantle Bai Xiaohu’s sign and fell into my hands. Wait.
I'm going to have to beat him up soon." Ah Liu's mood was obviously protective. It was just a joke. Who knows how much emotion he had in his words.
A Yong, who was on the ring, still looked like a general. He cupped his fists and smiled at Bai Xiaohu: "Brother, I accept my concession!"
Bai Xiaohu lost openly, shook his fat head, suppressed his joy, and wrote lightly: "Senior brother is also very powerful, but I just played blindly and wildly, without any real skills."
The two people's humble attitude made Station Ah Qi laugh out loud.
It seems that the match between the two people did not hurt many feelings, but their two masters caused a general quarrel. They were joking here, which brought a lot of laughter to the field.
Ah Liu said: "Well, don't be complacent, don't be arrogant. We still have several brothers here who haven't appeared yet. The opium brothers among us are definitely the big ones behind, making you feel unprepared." He
On the contrary, he smiled while talking. Of course it was impossible to say anything else in front of Mr. Wang, but it was inevitable to be dissatisfied inside. This was of course in line with human nature.
Ah Qi burst out laughing. He raised his tea cup and made a toast to his senior brother: "I'll give it, I'll give it." Of course he won't behave when he gets an advantage.
In this harmonious atmosphere, there was no tense situation. Mr. Wang smiled and nodded. After seeing Mr. Wang's actions, the host Shao Xiaoxin understood the meaning, which meant that he approved of the outcome of the game.
Shao Xiaoxin raised A Yong's right hand high, picked up the microphone with the other hand, and shouted excitedly: "A Yong won the semi-finals of the first round!"
A Yong deserved to win. Under everyone's cheers, he smiled broadly and left the ring with his fists in his arms. Brothers who were close friends with him ran up to him one after another and brought him tea and water.
, handing him a hot towel to wipe his sweat, Ayong looked like a victorious hero, squinting and enjoying all this.
Shao Xiaoxin waved his hand and the whole audience was silent again. He took a microphone and continued shouting: "Brother A Niu will be in charge of the ring in the next round. All major disciples are welcome to come and challenge. This is a rare opportunity. I hope everyone will participate enthusiastically. To prove that you are true."
Man, hot-blooded man, don’t be afraid, don’t be excited, you deserve it! But, after passing one of our three martial arts champions, of course, if you are not afraid of being beaten..."
Shao Xiaoxin's humorous words made everyone laugh.
Shao Xiaoxin was so happy that everyone was laughing because of his language. He continued: "Well, now please join the challenge. Please come to the left to queue up and register. The wonderful glory will belong to you!" He shouted in a roaring voice.
, exactly like Mrs. Wang selling melons at this time.
I had to stand up and take a look, because I saw You Si Ji and Ah Wu Lu among the people lining up on the right. The two of them were excitedly rubbing their fists together, especially You Si Ji, who seemed to be the same person.
Registration was the most glorious scene in his life for him. He waved to me excitedly and made a few faces at me, as if what they were about to participate in was not an activity to be beaten, but something to do.
It's like lining up to win some kind of grand prize.
Ah Wu Lu also joined his camp of making faces. He also waved to me excitedly. I could tell from the shape of his mouth that they were definitely beaming and said that I was fine.
I saw the two of them giving me huge smiles, although I really wanted to undermine their confidence, but seeing their actions that deserved a beating, I thought they might not have been beaten by me during this period, so they were itchy.
I made a gesture to them, which meant that they should relax, don't be nervous, don't panic, and my cat Jiujiu would be by my side to make sure they forget everything.
When they saw my gesture, they became even happier and almost jumped up.
It seems that this kind of thing must be done through the back door. It is very important to flatter Mr. Wang well. I quickly stood up, added tea and water to Mr. Wang's cup, and said with a smile: "Old man, your tea is cold, I
It might get hot."
"Well, okay!" Mr. Wang remained calm and didn't hear my trick at all.
I held the kettle and turned around to give Na Jintang a cup of tea: "Your tea is cold too, it must be particularly hot."
"Well... I've drunk enough today, so you poured me a lot of glasses..."