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Chapter 83 Defeat the enemy with bare hands

"good!"

"pretty!"

People like Puyi, Yuan Kewen, Woodhead, and Gerald who often attend art salons don't know boxing skills, so they can only cheer loudly like ordinary audiences.

But those who knew martial arts were shocked and dumbfounded.

Huo Qingyun's eyes widened and he clenched his fists, thinking in his mind: "If I were to appear on the stage, how many moves would it take to defeat this famous Yanqingquan master?"

He thought about it and felt that if he wanted to defeat him, it would take at least ten moves.

However, Feng Zhou easily defeated his opponent with just one move. The gap during this period actually reached this point.

"Awesome! Awesome!"

Han Fuju shook his head and sighed: "I thought I had to take a few moves no matter what, but I didn't expect that it was just one move, and it was such an understatement. It was unexpected and unexpected!"

Only Ma San felt elated, laughed, and felt extremely happy.

After Feng Zhou defeated Zhao Yuke, he stood with his hands behind his back again, with a calm expression, as if the punch he had just knocked away a fly.

"One move! Did you see that? Professor Feng defeated the first master with one move!"

"How is this possible? Isn't it said that there are many famous martial arts masters in Jinmen and there are many masters? Why are you so vulnerable?"

The rest of the audience talked excitedly and felt that it was an eye-opener.

People who don't understand just look at the fun and think that Feng Zhou defeated Zhao Yuke with one move, which is so cool and cool!

Those who understood it were all shocked and inexplicable. Zhao Yuke had been in charge of the Yinghua Martial Arts School for many years, and he was not someone who had a reputation for nothing.

Many challengers couldn't make a move in front of him.

But such a master of boxing, a famous master from Jinmen, was defeated by Feng Zhou in one move!

How severe is the sealing of the boat?

The owners of the hall were making a lot of noise, and finally a man walked out. He was wearing a short-haired mandarin jacket, about fifty or sixty years old, and he was holding a large guillotine in his hand.

Feng Zhou knew that this sword was called Bagua Zanshen Dao. The blade was extremely wide and could protect the body like a shield. It was suitable for both offense and defense. Those who were good at it had strong leg and waist skills and a very stable lower body.

This kind of weapon is suitable for battlefield fighting, but not suitable for single-player combat.

But a truly proficient person, if he is in a wide place, can also use heavy pressure to crush people, just like the legendary saying "A heavy sword has no edge, and a big skill has no workmanship".

"This must be the head of the Huatai Martial Arts School, Chen Sandao, Director Zhao. Please make a move."

Feng Zhou said calmly.

"What I'm holding is a zansei sword. Please show me your weapon."

Chen Sandao said solemnly.

"My pair of fists is enough to suppress all kinds of weapons. Director Zhao, please take action."

Feng Zhou still stood with his hands behind his back, not taking Chen Sandao seriously at all.

Chen Sandao snorted coldly and slowly raised the Bagua Zhanshen knife.

He knew that his opponent was very skilled in unarmed martial arts and could defeat the enemy with one move. If he used his fists and kicks, he was afraid that he would end up like Zhao Yuke, so he chose his favorite weapon.

He held the knife in both hands, rushed forward quickly, and suddenly slashed at Feng Zhou. This move was as powerful as thunder and as powerful as a rainbow, showing Chen Sandao's powerful momentum in every move he made.

Feng Zhou took a step back to avoid the opponent's first sword, then he circled around and used the Bagua Swimming Step to turn to the side of Chen Sandao, and struck Chen Sandao's blade with a powerful punch.

With a bang, the blade of the sword shook wildly. Chen Sandao took a few steps back. His hands were numb and almost split open, and he could not hold the big sword in his hand.

Fortunately, he also practiced Baguazhang, and practiced the inner martial arts very deeply. He quickly took a deep breath, raised his energy and spirit, grasped the Zhanshen knife with both hands, and stared at Feng Zhou with all his attention, feeling horrified in his heart.

"How come this kid is so strong? He punched the sword. If he had been stronger, he would have flown out."

Feng Zhou secretly cried out in his heart that it was a pity.

He has a lot of fighting experience, but in terms of internal martial arts training, his experience is not as good as that of the old fox.

However, he now understands that if he had added a little more strength to the punch he just made, it would have directly cracked Chen Sandao's jaw, and he would have lost his combat effectiveness.

After that, the opponent will be very cautious and fight him with all his strength. If you don't confront him head-on, then it will be difficult to hit him in the next step.

Sure enough, Chen Sandao had come to his senses. He bowed his body, his steps were staggered, and he did not confront Feng Zhou head-on.

"Well done, Brother Chen!" Zheng Shanao slammed the armrest of the chair and praised loudly.

Several famous teachers also nodded in agreement.

One person said: "No matter how strong Feng Zhou is and how fast his movements are, he is limited by his age. How can he compare with Brother Chen? Such a comparison only takes half an hour, so what's the harm?"

After hearing what he said, all the curators, including Zou Rong, understood and smiled together.

Perhaps compared to real kung fu, Chen Sandao cannot compare to Feng Zhou.

However, Chen Sandao relied on his experience, fought with all his strength, and relied on the advantage of his Zhanshen Sword. After half an hour, Feng Zhou might not be able to walk anymore.

"His wandering around like this is draining junior brother's energy." Ma San frowned.

"As the enemy advances, we retreat. This old man has mastered the art of war." Han Fuju nodded repeatedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhou suddenly jumped up, flew behind Chen Sandao, and punched him.

Chen Sandao hurriedly turned around to block the sword, but Feng Zhou had already retracted his punch just as he was halfway out of the way. He took Bagua swimming steps, turned to Chen Sandao's left side, bent down and kicked the opponent's right leg.

Before the opponent could fight back, Feng Zhou turned around again, jumped behind the opponent, and punched him again.

This series of movements was almost lightning-fast. Feng Zhou changed three directions in succession and struck out three times, all of which were to avoid the real and hit the weak.

However, Chen Sandao practiced the Eight Diagram Steps. He originally trained the lower part of the body the most, and he was carrying a thick and wide Zhanshen sword in both hands, which made his movements not fast enough.

Feng Zhou's three vertical and horizontal blows directly made Chen Sandao feel dizzy and lose his center of gravity. Feng Zhou showed no mercy, flew up and kicked directly on the Zhanshen knife, and then followed up with a punch, hitting him hard.

On Chen Sandao's arm.

"ah!"

"Bang!"

With Chen Sandao's scream, the Bagua Zhanshen Sword in his hand also fell to the ground.

The jaws of his hands were shattered, and blood flowed out.

He was also punched away by Feng Zhou, and he also fell in front of the curators.

This rabbit rises and falls almost instantly.

"So fast?"

"Is there half a stick of incense time?"

"I didn't expect that this Bagua Zhanshen Sword, with such a high profile, would be vulnerable to a single blow."

"It took Professor Feng such a short time to hit such a big guy with his bare hands?"

"Professor Feng's martial arts is really too high!"

"Sure enough, the Gong Family Martial Arts School can practice real kung fu, right?"

"It is said that there are nineteen martial arts schools in Jinmen, and each one has a famous master. I think this master is not very good!"

As the discussion spread, the faces of the nineteen martial arts gym owners turned white and black.

They never expected that Feng Zhou's martial arts was far superior to theirs. Whether it was strength, speed, or moves, he was superior to them, and his experience in fighting enemies was not inferior to them.

Especially since everyone here is older, and Feng Zhou is less than twenty years old, how can one believe that the famous master in their martial arts school has real kung fu?

"Use a long sword!" Zheng Shanao slapped the armrest and turned his eyes to the two of them.

The chief and deputy master of the Changfeng Martial Arts School, the twin brothers who wield swords.

The sword of Erlang is Liu Boyan, the sword of King Guan is Liu Zhongqing.

The two nodded, each raised their weapons, and strode forward.

Zheng Shan said in a proud voice: "The long blade is far away, let's see how he uses Bagua to swim around..."

"Danglanglang..."

The two weapons landed and the two men flew back directly.

"this……"

Zheng Shanao was dumbfounded again!


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