If others can't see it, how could Han Baihang not see it? Their competition should be decided soon.
Just as Han Baihang was thinking this, he saw that Han Donglin had changed from passive to active. Before Feng Jun's battalion commander could react, Han Donglin's spinning kick had already reached him with a strong wind. The battalion commander had just been kicked by Han Donglin.
After kicking out and dodging, the landing was unstable. Who knew that this kick would come immediately? I couldn't do much to deal with it at the moment. I could only do a lower fork, which I could barely avoid with my legs.
passed.
Han Donglin seemed to have known for a long time that he would respond like this. After a sweep, he did not stop or give the opponent any chance to breathe. He used the move "Hit the Cow across the Mountain". This move was extremely powerful.
Fiercely, Han Donglin's legs took a horse step, his hands formed into fists, and the fists were fired from the waist, from the right side of the body to the waist to the arms to the wrist fists, carrying a strong wind straight towards the Fengjun camp
Hit it on the long head.
Han Baihang stood aside, thinking a little.
When the battalion commander saw that Zhiyang Zhigang's move was already at his side, he knew that it was too late to dodge, but he didn't panic. He stretched out his hands and turned them into palms to lightly hit Han Donglin's wrist, knocking out the two punches.
Half of his strength was released, and the direction of his fist was deflected by more than half, so it couldn't land on anyone else at all.
The battalion commander was feeling proud when he suddenly felt something was wrong. His wrist seemed to be held by someone. It turned out that Han Donglin had long expected that his move would be broken. After the opponent took away his power, he also took advantage of the situation and turned it into a fist.
His palms and fingers tightly clasped the battalion commander's wrist.
Han Donglin held the opponent's wrist tightly. The battalion commander seemed to still want to struggle. Han Donglin gently pressed down the back of the opponent's hand with his palm. The battalion commander's wrist seemed to have been hit hard. The pain was unbearable.
Time passed quickly, but a moment later, the battalion commander endured the pain and made a fist with his right hand, heading straight for Han Donglin's face.
Han Donglin knew that this guy was crazy. He was going to hurt both sides. If he continued to hold his wrist, the punch would definitely fall on him. If he let go, he might still have a fight. Han Donglin thought
Without even thinking about it, he immediately released his grip on the opponent's wrist, and with a move of his body, he dodged the punch.
The battalion commander was a little excited, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but his smile slowly became stiff. It turned out that although Han Donglin let go of his hand, he did not give up the attack. He had just dodged the battalion commander's attack.
fist, and his own hand circled under the opponent's wrist, and directly grasped the opponent's fingers. Han Donglin took advantage of the opponent's reaction, quickly jumped back, and pulled the battalion commander forward.
He staggered and fell with his head down. Han Donglin saw the right time and kicked the opponent's falling head.
It goes without saying how strong the feet of martial arts practitioners are. With just one kick to the head, the battalion commander is basically useless. All this happens in the blink of an eye. It can be said that it is too late and that is too fast.
The battalion commander only felt that he was being pulled by the opponent, and the rest of the movements were the natural reactions of his body. Then he felt a strong wind hitting his face.
It's over! This was his last thought. This move was so accurate and ruthless that he felt that his life might have come to an end. But what he didn't expect was that Han Donglin's kick reached his temple and stopped.
He stood down. Then, he slowly put down his feet and said, "Get up, you lose!"
Although the battalion commander underestimated the enemy, he was still an upright man. Knowing that he had lost, he didn't say anything. He stood up, hugged his fists towards Han Donglin, said thank you, and then went down and disappeared.
When Zhang Xueliang saw the battalion commander admitting defeat, he let out an angry cry, but he did not blame him. Naturally, he could see that his skills were indeed inferior to others.
The so-called layman watching the excitement and the expert watching the door, Han Baihang saw clearly from the sidelines. He could clearly see the moves Han Donglin used. The first kick he extended his leg to the battalion commander clearly came from the Kongtong sect.
It is a leg technique in the Kongtong Dancing Kick. The move to hit the cow across the mountain is a form of Changquan, and the last jump and pull is a form of Tai Chi, and it is the authentic Chen Style Tai Chi. The front
Both of them are feints and foreshadowing, and only the last move is the real killing move.
Han Baihang knew that this guy named Han Donglin was a rare martial arts genius. It was very rare to be able to master these several boxing techniques at such a young age, and he was already very proficient in being able to adapt to changes in battle and lure the enemy deep into a fatal blow.
, coupled with his final mercy, this must be a countless genius with a kind heart.
Even Han Baihang, who had seen countless martial arts wizards in the hundred-man team, couldn't help but be moved this time. If such a person was under his command, he would undoubtedly be even more powerful.
Han Donglin defeated the battalion commander alone, stood in the center of the field and shouted to everyone around him: "If anyone else comes up, I will fight with you. If you have the ability, come up quickly!"
Hearing this boy's arrogance, everyone in the Feng army was ready to move, but no one dared to actually go out to fight. Everyone knew that the battalion commander was very good at boxing and kicking, but he didn't last three rounds before calling someone.
After being defeated, how dare they step forward and seek death without mercy? Who knows if this kid will show mercy next time.
Han Donglin stared straight at the crowd, scanning around in circles. Wherever his eyes went, everyone was dodging. Seeing that no one came forward to challenge him, he walked straight to Zhang Xueliang and said: "Young Marshal Zhang,
No one from your army has come out to challenge me. I have already won. If you keep your promise, you should let me go back to take care of my mother!"
Zhang Xueliang knew that he had agreed to him in front of everyone and could no longer change his mind. However, no one from the army rushed out to challenge him. He was very upset. This was not a competition. This was a slap in Zhang Xueliang's face.
Zhang Xueliang did not comment, walked around the military camp, looked at his soldiers and said: "Look at how cowardly you are, how do you look like my Zhang Xueliang's soldiers? If you have the guts, just go up and beat him."
Damn you, I, Zhang Xueliang, put my words here. If you can beat this person, I, Zhang Xueliang, will reward him three thousand oceans, and I will never break my promise!"
