"Well, she has good kung fu, and you are really no match for her."
Wan Yunting, who was leaning against the pillar with his arms folded, turned to Niu Qiuling and smiled, causing the woman to roll her eyes and say unconvinced: "We have never fought before, how do you know that I can't beat her?"
"Because I fought with her this morning and know how much she weighs."
Wan Yunting smiled.
"When did you fight with her this morning?"
Niu Qiuling asked blankly.
Wan Yunting waved his hand and continued to watch Li Shuyun and Matsuuchi Shota fight, "This island countryman has good kung fu, but his speed is not as good as Li Shuyun. As long as she masters the rhythm, she should be able to win..."
As Wan Yunting said, Li Shuyun is not like Yue Wenwu before, who won a few moves and then drifted away. On the contrary, she is very calm and very experienced in every move. Moreover, Li Shuyun moves very quickly, and often Shota Matsuuchi has not yet succeeded.
After reacting, she had already taken action to resolve the situation and counterattacked Shota Matsuuchi.
Therefore, before the two of them had exchanged more than a dozen moves, Li Shuyun stabbed Shota Matsuuchi in the neck with a crane fist. He screamed as if he was electrocuted and staggered back on his feet.
"Hey, this girl knows acupuncture points!"
Wan Yunting's eyes lit up. Li Shuyun's move had just hit an acupuncture point on Matsuuchi Shota's neck, because she knew that her strength was not as good as the opponent's, so she could only seize the opponent's acupoint weakness.
"Okay, good fight..."
Seeing that Li Shuyun had been suppressing Shota Matsuuchi, Yue Jiawei and his disciples were very excited.
Ichiro Ehara frowned and stared at Li Shuyun, never expecting that this woman was so amazing.
Shota Matsuuchi shouted and rushed forward again, but Li Shuyun was neither arrogant nor impatient. This time she attacked the acupuncture points on various parts of Matsuuchi Shota's body. After a while, Shota Matsuuchi was beaten until he was lying on the ground.
He started wailing, and the acupuncture points on the inside of his legs were hit, making him unable to even stand up.
"Baga, trash."
Seeing that Shota Matsuuchi was defeated, Ewara Ichiro was so angry that he cursed in island Mandarin, while Kenichi Misaka and the others stepped forward and pulled Shota Matsuuchi back.
"Okay, Shuyun played well."
Yue Jiawei and the others were excited, and Li Shuyun also breathed a sigh of relief, as they had saved their master's face.
"Master Yue, it's our turn."
Ichiro Ehara stood up with a straight face and said to Yue Jiawei.
"Master, let me fight him."
Li Shuyun asked for a fight again.
Yue Jiawei waved his hand, looked directly at Ichiro Ehara who stood up, and said: "This man has some abilities. You are no match for him, so let me do it."
"But…"
"rest assured."
Knowing that Li Shuyun was worried, Yue Jiawei smiled and said: "Although I haven't fought with anyone for a long time, my old bones are still strong, so you don't have to worry."
Seeing Li Shuyun's silence, Yue Jiawei came out, and Zhang Tonghe said: "Old Yue, be careful, don't force yourself."
After all, in terms of age, Ichiro Ehara is ten years younger than Yue Jiawei. Although the two have different martial arts skills, neither one knows the other's background, so Zhang Tonghe, Li Shuyun and others are very worried.
Ichiro Ehara stood up, tightened his purple belt with both hands, faced Yue Jiawei who came out, and bowed directly. This was etiquette.
Yue Jiawei cupped his fists at him. Ewara Ichiro straightened his back, spread his feet to form a straight line, and put his hands in a posture, saying: "Please."
Yue Jiawei also took up an attacking stance and said politely: "Please."
Seeing this, Ehara Ichiro no longer hesitated about who would take action first. He took the lead and rushed forward with a single step, slashing at Yue Jiawei with a palm knife...
Yue Jiawei quickly shook his head and turned around to avoid it, and then distanced himself from Ichiro Ehara. His sharp old eyes were obviously observing the opponent's strength...
"Hey, who do you think will win?"
Niu Qiuling, who was leaning on a pillar to watch the excitement, asked Wan Yunting again.
Li Shuyun, who was standing aside, heard the two of them muttering, and turned to look sideways at Wan Yunting. He grinned, then pointed at Yue Jiawei and Ehara Ichiro, who were testing each other, and said: "It's hard to say, this little devil
He has good strength. He has practiced martial arts to an excellent level and his body is strong. It is really not something that ordinary people can bear."
"But this old master of Xingyiquan should be in the later stage of Anjin. Although he is a little older than Xiaoguizi, he has studied internal martial arts for many years, so he should be fine."
Niu Qiuling turned her head and looked at the man's profile, "You mean they are on par?"
Wan Yunting touched the prickly beard growing on his chin and said with a smile: "It depends on their actual combat experience."
Li Shuyun, who silently listened to Wan Yunting's analysis, turned back and continued to look at the masters Yue Jiawei and Ehara Ichiro who were testing each other's strength in the courtyard.
Find out the opponent's approximate strength.
In terms of strength, speed, and physical fitness, Ichiro Ehara has an absolute advantage.
On the other hand, Yue Kar-wai received a hard punch from Ewara Ichiro and his left shoulder was numb. Yue Kar-wai shook his arm in shock, feeling in his heart that this guy's fist was really hard.
Ichiro Ehara took the opportunity to pursue him and attacked Yue Jiawei again. He was very fast, and his fists and palms were constantly changing and bursting out. In the blink of an eye, he was fighting Yue Jiawei with more than ten moves, making the disciples and apprentices on both sides of the crowd stare wide-eyed.
Watch.
After all, the battle between masters is a rare opportunity to learn and observe, so everyone is afraid of missing every move...
"ha!"
Immediately after Yue Jiawei shouted loudly, he seized the opportunity and slapped Ehara Ichiro's left rib area with his palm. With his inner strength, he hit it in at once. Ehara Ichiro was in pain, but he endured the severe pain at this moment.
, also punched Yue Jiawei in the chest, and both sides immediately took several big steps back...
"Master..."
"Ichiro-kun..."
Li Shuyun, other disciples and apprentices, as well as karate master Misaka Kenichi and other apprentices, saw this scene and immediately screamed nervously.
Ehara Ichiro and Yue Jiawei raised their hands to stop their respective disciples at the same time. Their eyes widened and they looked at each other, each covering the injured area. Ehara Ichiro felt a dull pain in his left rib area, as if his internal organs had been severely injured. The severe pain made his face
Trembling slightly, it completely angered him.
On the other hand, Yue Jiawei was punched in the chest, causing severe pain and tightness. He was sweating profusely, his old face turned slightly pale, and he began to breathe quickly. It was obvious that his physical strength could not sustain such a tough battle.
"Lao Yue, if it doesn't work, just give up."
Zhang Tonghe saw that Yue Jiawei was holding on, and he couldn't help but worry about his safety.
"I can't give up, I can still fight."
Yue Jiawei took a deep breath to suppress the pain in his chest, and stared at Ichiro Ehara in front of him with round eyes. He also adjusted slightly and found that the pain in his left rib area was not a serious problem. After all, his physical fitness was too strong.
"Master Yue, it's not shameful for you to admit defeat."
Ehara Ichiro said with a sneer, speaking broken Chinese.
"Hmph, even though I'm older than you, I can still knock you down."
Yue Jiawei's old face was pulled, and he snorted in annoyance.
"In that case, let's continue."
Ichiro Ehara put up a posture again, and Yue Jiawei was also aroused. He put up a posture and shouted: "Come on."
Ewara Ichiro's eyes widened, he kicked off his left foot, and rushed forward quickly. This time, he no longer held back his hands. With his rapid speed, combined with his strong fists and palm power, he hit Yue Jiawei with dozens of blows.
, the two sides fought fiercely...
Wan Yunting, who was leaning against the pillar, lit a cigarette and smoked it, slightly raising the corners of his mouth and saying with a smile: "This old master is going to lose!"