If Kang Jianfei was in a boxing ring, he would not have scored points with that blow just now, even if he pushed the opponent to the ground a hundred times and smashed him into a dog, he would not have scored points.
However, Prince Mohammed, who had served in the military, naturally liked to fight without rules. Kang Jianfei only used a few seconds to push him down, which aroused his interest even more.
Muhammad's main means of attack still relies on his fists. Legs, knees, and elbows are only auxiliary tools, and he basically does not defend the bottom lane. Kang Jianfei played very dirty. He walked around the prince with steps, stunned the opponent, and then directly hooked him.
His legs would trip him up.
Muhammad had brute strength and good boxing skills, but he couldn't display any of his strength. That's how boxers are. They can't play when they encounter an opponent who doesn't follow the routine. At that time, boxing champion Ali was kicked by Inoki while he was lying on the ground.
Swelling is an example.
After falling several times, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore. Prince Mohammed said: "Kang, can you not attack your lower body?"
"OK!" Kang Jianfei chuckled.
Kang Jianfei no longer attacked Muhammad's lower lane, but began to attack the opponent's middle lane. Every time the prince came to attack with punches and kicks, he would go straight into the middle of the palace to attack.
In Chinese Kung Fu, you must not be timid about boxing. Don’t retreat when the opponent punches you. As soon as you retreat, you will enter the rhythm of others. If you receive a punch, you will not be far from losing. When facing a boxer, you must rush forward and fight at close range.
Play short games so that the opponent has no room to punch, and control the situation in your own hands. Of course, this is when the size of the two parties is not far apart. If the difference in weight is huge, it is best to turn around and run away.
Kang Jianfei practiced Feihe Quan, which was good at short strikes. When he saw the opportunity, he pressed forward and pinned Muhammad's legs with his knees. After disrupting the opponent's footwork, he started using his palms, arms, elbows, fists, fingers, and claws.
When he showed off his power, he used all short-distance moves.
Muhammad was even more uncomfortable than before. He had no room to throw his punches, and he used Muay Thai to hit his knees and was blocked by Kang Jianfei.
He hugged Kang Jianfei with his arms.
It was a pity that this prince was a strong man and was more than ten centimeters shorter than Kang Jianfei. Moreover, he was nearly 50 years old and was not as strong as Kang Jianfei. Kang Jianfei would be pulled away within a second of hugging him, and he would continue to be tortured.
"Okay, I give up!" Prince Mohammed said very bachelorly, but he was not frustrated at that. Instead, he asked curiously, "How did you use those movements to restrain the opponent's wrist just now?"
"You mean small grabbing? Your Highness, please stretch your hand over. That's right. That's it, you come and attack me..." Kang Jianfei explained the small grabbing moves to the prince very carefully.
After clarifying several key points for exerting force, Muhammad's two royal fighting coaches arrived one after another. One was an American who practiced boxing named Mike, and the other was a dark and thin Thai named Basong.
Muhammad smiled and said to Mike and Basong: "This Mr. Kang's Chinese Kung Fu is very good. You can play a few games with him."
Mike rubbed his fists and smiled: "I have seen the movie "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" starring you. Oh, those few moves you made in the movie were so cool, but unfortunately they have no practical value."
Basong, a Thai who practiced boxing all day long, did not know Kang Jianfei's identity. He thought he was using the name of kung fu to fool Muhammad, so he immediately said: "Your Highness, Chinese kung fu is all a lie. I have been exposed to it.
Many so-called kung fu masters, their kung fu can only be regarded as juggling."
Muhammad himself was not good at it, but he liked to watch the masters fight. He asked Kang Jianfei: "Mr. Kang, this coach Basong's Muay Thai is very good. Are you interested in fighting him?"
"I really want to see real Muay Thai." Kang Jianfei said with a smile.
Muhammad said: "Those two, let's start. Don't attack the vital parts."
Basong said to Kang Jianfei: "You can wear protective gear."
Kang Jianfei raised his hand and said, "Come directly."
Basong didn't know what politeness meant. As soon as Kang Jianfei finished speaking, he kicked him directly. The momentum alone was several blocks higher than that of Prince Mohammed. Before the kick, Kang Jianfei felt a sharp force.
Leg wind hits.
Kang Jianfei waved his arm to block. It felt like someone had hit his arm with an iron bar. He couldn't release the force even if he wanted to. He could only resist it forcefully.
"Damn, this is a master!" Kang Jianfei knew as soon as he met that he had met someone great. This guy named Bassong had the ability to be the Muay Thai champion, and he didn't know where he came from.
Basong, who had kicked him, was also surprised. His kick just now could break the banana tree directly, but Kang Jianfei's body was only slightly tilted after that.
"It's interesting!" A ferocious smile appeared on Basong's face, and he immediately launched another set of combos.
After Kang Jianfei traveled through time, he didn't spend much time practicing boxing, but the benefits of time traveling gave him a strong physique and amazing reflexes.
It's just that Basong's style of play was so wild. He completely gave up defense and went straight to fight for his life, so Kang Jianfei could only deal with it passively. In fact, Basong's body was full of loopholes, but Kang Jianfei couldn't attack those loopholes at all unless he
If you risk it, both sides will suffer.
Kang Jianfei didn't want to get hurt, so he could only keep dodging and retreating. It looked like he was being beaten by Basong.
James Cameron is a complete layman. When he saw Kang Jianfei being beaten and "fleeing", he walked up to Muhammad and whispered: "Your Highness, tell them to stop. It will not look good if Mr. Kang is injured."
Muhammad also thought that Kang Jianfei was dead, but before he could speak, Mike on the side smiled and said: "Prince, don't worry, if it is in the ring, Basong has not even had an effective attack so far, but is wasting away rapidly.
physical strength."
After hearing Mike's words, Muhammad observed carefully, and sure enough, Kang Jianfei managed to dodge or block Basong's attacks every time.
Kang Jianfei's purpose was to consume Basong's physical strength. This Thai guy's attack was too sharp. Unless he was injured in exchange for injury, it would be better to wander around and fight back as much as possible.
But Bassong was like a perpetual motion machine, attacking with all his strength for several minutes without stopping at all.
"Damn it, this is a bull!" Kang Jianfei complained in his heart, and he would fall down from exhaustion after several minutes of high-intensity punching by anyone else.
At the same time, Basong was also complaining in his heart. He felt that Kang Jianfei was like a flexible monkey, able to avoid his attacks perfectly every time, and his reaction speed was simply inhuman.
He would definitely lose if he dragged on any longer. Bassong roared and pounced on Kang Jianfei like an angry lion. After Kang Jianfei avoided his punch, Basong's elbow directly abstracted Kang Jianfei's throat, and at the same time, his knee pushed Kang Jianfei's crotch.
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This is a completely fatal method. You don't even have to call an ambulance, you can just drag it to the crematorium.
Maybe Kang Jianfei had a playful attitude before, but now he was angry.
Kang Jianfei pressed down with his left palm to hold down Basong's knee. The huge force almost caused his wrist joint to dislocate. At the same time, he shrank his body and directly hit Basong's chest with his head. Basong's horizontal elbow happened to be above Kang Jianfei's head.
Sweep.
Kang Jianfei's forehead hit Basong's chest hard, then his body stepped forward and leaned sideways, and his elbow hit Basong's weak ribs quickly and powerfully. Basong was knocked numb, and his counterattack was slowed down by half a beat.
Kang Jianfei's hand had already been bent into the shape of a crane's beak, and he pecked Basong's belly button fiercely, and then hit the opponent's waist with an inch-inch punch.
It was only then that Basong was knocked away by Kang Jianfei's collision, and he fell to the ground with a painful expression, clutching his stomach, his face pale and sweating like rain.
Kang Jianfei rubbed his sore wrist, turned to Muhammad and said, "Your Highness, please ask someone to take him to the hospital. He should be saved if he is rescued in time."
"What's wrong with him?" Muhammad only saw Kang Jianfei knocking Basong away, but did not see clearly Kang Jianfei's vicious and deadly actions.
"The internal organs were severely damaged," Kang Jianfei said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, your coach just wanted to kill me, so I was forced to fight back."
Muhammad looked at Mike with questioning eyes. The exchange between the two parties just now was too fast, and he was not very good at understanding it.
Mike nodded and said, "Basong really wanted to kill Mr. Kang just now."
After confirming the situation, Muhammad said with an ugly face: "I'm sorry."
Kang Jianfei smiled and said, "It's just an accident."
Bassong's behavior obviously made Muhammad feel ashamed. He didn't even bother to look at Bassong again and just asked people to drag him away. He didn't know whether he would be sent to the hospital or thrown on the street to die.
Although there was a little accident, Muhammad became more and more interested in Kang Jianfei and hosted a banquet for Kang Jianfei and Cameron at his private residence at noon.
At the banquet, Muhammad asked many questions about Chinese Kung Fu, and Kang Jianfei also introduced what he knew.
The so-called experts in Mainland China are basically liars, but there are some who have real abilities.
For example, before Kang Jianfei traveled through time, he had seen a master of kicking with his own eyes. He could break five or six bricks with one kick with his bare feet. There was also a person who practiced iron sand palm. His right hand was almost twice as big as his left hand and he could slap people on the head with one palm.
The effect is almost the same as that of a brick shot. These require ten years of hard practice, and few people can persevere.
Kang Jianfei said: "Your Highness, if you are interested in Chinese Kung Fu, why not invite Chinese martial arts coaches to Brunei to form a Brunei national martial arts team?"
"Brunei has not established diplomatic relations with China yet." Prince Mohammed shrugged.
"Uh..." Kang Jianfei was speechless.
Muhammad smiled and said: "But what you said is indeed a good idea. I will go to China next month. If possible, I will invite the Chinese martial arts team to perform at the Brunei Palace."
Kang Jianfei's brain reacted for several seconds before he understood the meaning of Muhammad's words.
The prince's main job is Brunei's Foreign Minister. He will go to China next month, most likely to discuss the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries.
In another time and space, Brunei and China established diplomatic relations in September this year, and it was Prince Mohammed who was responsible for visiting China and signing a joint communique on the establishment of diplomatic relations.
Kang Jianfei seemed to have witnessed history by accident. (To be continued) r655
