The soles of their shoes scraped against the floor, making an ear-piercing scream.
That moment——
——Li Zongzhu’s eyes were lost in focus.
Originally, the focus of his eyes was firmly fixed on the lead hand of Xueming's left arm, focusing on the muscles that activate the shoulder and elbow.
But just now, this young opponent understood the meaning of "strength starts from the ground".
The metacarpal bone affects the calf muscles, transmitting the force to the thigh, and then the waist and abdomen rotate rapidly like a winch, and the upper arm and forearm work together to transmit the force to the fist.
The sound of breaking wind passed through Li Zongzhu's ears, causing him to have tinnitus in an instant.
The flesh on the right side of his face was burning and painful, and the edge of the glove cut a red scar on his cheekbone, but it was just a hair’s breadth, and there was no blood.
——What a quick jab.
In just a few tenths of a second, Li Zongzhu turned his head slightly to avoid the punch. He could no longer use the slap to intercept, and there was no reaction time at all. Even if he could react, his hands would not be able to follow the punch at this speed.
For the eyes and head!
Jiang Xueming withdrew his fist long ago. He carefully observed the changes in his body and sighed in his heart. The skills taught by Teacher Li really worked.
Li Zongzhu was still stunned on the spot, his eyes full of questions.
This kid, was he pretending to be a big deal with me just now? What do you mean by not being able to fight? Does he know a little bit about fighting?
I have never seen jabs of this quality several times in my career...
However, this little guy's arm length was hampered by his height. The impetuous and messy feeling he had when he was pursuing the pursuit just now didn't seem like he was just pretending.
Could it be that--
——He learned it?
Is that how you learned it?
When I was teaching students in the boxing gym, they tied their right arm to practice the front hand punch of their left hand, and they had to do at least hundreds of swings before they could get the feeling.
Is this how this little guy learned it?
Before Li Zongzhu could figure it out, Shen Shen Nao repeated the previous lines.
"slow..."
Still too slow?
Jiang Xueming frowned, with countless questions in his mind.
He concentrated on arranging the tendons of his body to coordinate with the force of his fists - but the teacher still said it was too slow...
What's wrong?
Is it breathing?
Yes, it may be because of breathing, or it may be that taking steps is not enough, maybe there are both reasons.
The teacher is 1.77 meters tall. It is really difficult to find an angle for my fist to get close to his chin...
"I'm sorry to disappoint the teacher. Please take a closer look at my left fist."
Thinking this, Xueming continued to punch continuously.
Li Zongzhu's eyes widened and he became more and more frightened.
"Slow! Slowly..."
He saw Jiang Xueming's fierce straight punch coming at him like a slingshot throwing stones.
From the initial exertion to the complete exertion, there is no sense of being green anymore——
——This little guy no longer holds his breath when punching, but inhales like a cow and exhales like an arrow.
Li Zongzhu occasionally took a breather, and could see Xueming's loose vest lower abdomen. His diaphragm filled with air was like a solid column. This is the breathing method of some strength athletes.
For example, a weightlifter will use this breathing method to temporarily increase their strength limit. After the diaphragm is filled with air, it will squeeze the abdominal cavity, turning the entire torso into a tight force-guiding medium.
Li Zongzhu couldn't catch Jiang Xueming's fist, so he retreated and dodged around the semicircle with agile steps. His crotched and swinging upper limbs felt the cold wind blowing by.
He can feel it.
This little guy's sharp jabs gradually became more and more cunning, as if he had eyes, and every punch hit his chin. The previous movements were occasionally deformed, but after more than ten seconds, these stone arrows were transformed into
Became a bullet!
Teacher Li's back crest suddenly hit the rope, and his eyes were horrified.
He clearly remembered his pace and escape route. He had always followed in a regular semicircle, and he wanted to continue to circle in a steady manner.
But why?
Why was I inexplicably forced to the ropes at the edge of the ring?
This little guy—did he block my path with just his left fist?
His fist was a whip, and he drove me here like a sheep?
There is no way back!
Teacher Li Zongzhu shouted in panic.
"Slow! Slowly...slowly...slowly."
——The mouth is as fast as the fist.
At that moment, Teacher Li bravely attacked.
Borrowing the power of the rope's elasticity and rebound, the fighting coach stepped forward and punched, using all his strength in the ring to attack Jiang Xueming.
Just listen to a "bang" sound.
On the wooden table next to the ring, dry dust was blown up by the sound.
The tea in the cup also made ripples.
Li Zongzhu was hesitant in his heart. He was afraid that it would be difficult to explain to Mr. Xing now.
He saw Jiang Xueming's body staggering and leaning to the side. The punch just now probably caused a lot of damage to Xueming's classmate.
Teacher Li was thinking in his mind.
——I took enough steps, and the rope bounced back, giving my body more strength.
——This punch was the combined force of two people. It was Xueming who took the initiative to attack, and I punched him in response. It was like two moving cars colliding face to face.
——If I don’t do this, I’m afraid I’ll be the one stuck there.
——The feeling of hitting the fist is very solid. I haven’t put on the gloves and protective gear yet. God bless me, but please don’t hit Xueming.
——Why hasn’t he fallen down yet... According to usual experience...
Li Zongzhu's thoughts were interrupted, and then his eyes changed drastically.
Because he saw——
——The little guy who should have fallen, his thighs were shaking violently, trying to regain his body weight, and then slowly twisted his waist, but in just one breath, he returned to the fighting posture.
Xueming's right hand protected her chin, which was exactly the same as the defensive fist used by Teacher Li Zongzhu in the first round.
His eyes were as sharp as the first round, as if he had not suffered any mental damage.
The nails on the fingers of his right hand had gray-white cracks due to the huge impact, and the purple bruises on the half-finger gloves were connected together.
The sweat on those fingers emitted bursts of white mist due to the scraping heat left by the huge impact.
There was a red mark on the side of his face and chin, as if someone had slapped him in the face.
Li Zongzhu's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
It's not that Jiang Xueming, a little guy, has all kinds of defensive methods that scare him.
He has a weakness like his chin and his ability to withstand blows is innate. In previous competitions, he has seen many tough chins.
However, there are not many opponents who can attack and defend against punches at the same time. It is as if this little guy has never let down his guard and has never relaxed his guard at any time.
What's more, after guarding against the punch——
——Jiang Xueming is like a rubber man. He kicks his thighs and twists his waist. His eyes are like those of a normal person. His fighting will is like steel. He continues to maintain his fighting posture.
Teacher Li was frightened by Xueming's strange aerobics. It was like seeing a ghost, and he was so frightened that he cursed loudly.
When Teacher Li curses, he always speaks clearly and accurately in sync with Jiang Xueming's slow and weird gestures.
"Throw—lei—old—mother!!——"
"I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't understand what you said, "Slowly, slowly." I thought you thought I wasn't good enough and wanted me to continue beating you." Jiang Xueming came back to his senses and ordered: "Stop swearing, teacher, and show some martial ethics.
."
Li Zongzhu calmed down for a long time before regaining some sense from his dazed state. At this moment, he could suddenly understand Lao Liu's extremely frightened mood.
because--
——Jiang Xueming smiled at his old master, like a devil's smile.
"Teacher Li, I think you are quite strong and have good physical strength. My right hand is a little injured, but it's not a big problem. Is this the end of training for the left hand? How about continuing to practice the right hand? The waist, legs, and other places, today
Let’s practice some tonight, right?”
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Recently——
I don’t know which cutie it is, but she always says it will be updated once a day.
Do you know what updating once a day means to a working author?
The meaning is that there are working authors who update it every day.
Belong to yes. Belong to yes.
So today I changed the more than 5,000 words that I update once a day into two updates a day.
Do you know what it means to update more than 5,000 words twice a day?
This means two updates a day of more than 5,000 words.
Belong to yes. Belong to yes.
As long as you take a look at the full text update, you won’t miss the full text update.
So just——
——I don’t know what to say, so I’ll give you a kiss, okay?