Is Ren Buping in a hurry? The answer is obvious, no.
You should know that because of previous communication errors and not fully understanding the time difference between the northern and southern hemispheres, he came a whole day in advance.
Therefore, saying that I don't have that much time is just a simple excuse. The actual situation is that because of the juggling method that was almost like puppets just now, the crowds of people on the street who were already constantly coming and going outside the gym have a tendency to gradually gather.
This was obviously not a situation Ren Buping wanted to see. He was here on a mission, not on a trip, and it was not appropriate to be high-profile. So he simply asked the other party to join him, cut through the mess quickly, and take him away in one go.
Of course, no matter what reasons and difficulties Ren Buping had, the dozen or so karate students obviously couldn't agree. From the bad hip-hop boy in front of them, they only saw arrogance, hatefulness, shamelessness, and a billions of things that deserved a beating!
In this case, there is nothing more to say. The first one to rush up was naturally the protagonist of the interview who was nearest, using lunges, knee raises, foot stabbing kicks, and standard karate lower body techniques.
Looking through the tube, we can see from this attack that the protagonist of the interview does have two skills. At least, he is calm enough and did not lose his mind because of Ren Buping's words.
kill.
Yes, this seemingly sharp kick is actually just a test. No matter whether it hits the target or not, it will quickly bounce back and regain its center of gravity. Oh, according to the professional terminology of karate, it should be called recovery of the preparation structure.
But the reality is that as soon as the knee is lifted, before the calf is completely released, one sole of the shoe has been waiting for a long time, making a dull thud, and volleying halfway, going back and forth.
Immediately following, Ren Buping took advantage of the situation and stepped closer, locking the heels with his front feet, and at the same time stroking his wrist with his right hand. He stepped forward with his hands down, twisted his waist and body, and neatly put the opponent to the ground.
He raised his feet and stepped over, calmly facing the more than ten karate students from behind who rushed forward with roars and madness. Their slightly short stature was instantly surrounded and overwhelmed.
But the next moment, there was a roar of thunder, and several white figures rose into the air, involuntarily throwing them towards every corner of the hall.
The scene was like a tidal wave crashing into a rocky embankment, with white flowers splashing in all directions. The perspective effect was spectacular for a moment, attracting countless exclamations from all around.
"Wow-wow-oh-"
“Oh my god oh my god!”
"Destroy the kungfu! Bruce Lee!"
It wasn't that the foreigners who were watching could recognize Ren Buping's identity as a Chinese warrior at a glance. It was the latter's fighting style at this time that looked like a character in a kung fu movie. He raised his hand, struck a blow, and exhaled.
The sound is full of flavor.
"Quick, quick! Take a picture, take a picture of everything, we are going to be famous!"
This was the female reporter who had interviewed before. Now her face was flushed and her eyes were shining. With that look on her face, she wished she could live broadcast it right there. However, when she turned around, she saw that her colleague was still playing with the machine and was not filming at all.
"Damn! What are you doing?!"
"There is something wrong with the machine. The lens seems to be broken."
"Walter? Ahhhh——"
In fact, if the cameraman who kept wiping his sweat still had memories, he would remember that just before Ren Buping entered the scene to cause trouble, he raised his hand and pressed his camera...
A small incident did not affect the enthusiasm of the onlookers for watching the movie, nor did it affect the situation during the scene.
And the current direction of the situation...well, there's nothing to say, it's actually almost over.
This is a script of a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Even if the sheep still have some courage, they did not flee in all directions. On the contrary, each one rushed forward one after another as if they were beaten to death, but this obviously will not change the outcome.
What's more, the style of play that Ren Buping chose was quite violent and tough. Basically, he used palms to break palms, bridges to cross bridges, fists to punches, elbows to elbows, and feet to eliminate feet. It was a smart style of play that barely opened up any space in the whole process.
, let alone retreat and give way, even if you get hit a few times for this, it will be hard work all the way to the end.
Needless to say, given Ren Buping's skills in Chinese martial arts, this can only be done intentionally. In fact, if anyone here is really knowledgeable, they will definitely recognize that he is using the Southern Hong Fist.
It can be regarded as a response to the Hong Boxing Gym played by this group of people before, and it can be regarded as complementing each other.
The typical fighting style of karate is hard punches and hard legs, with a neat posture and full strength. The southern style Hongquan is also a steady and vigorous step, hitting straight up, using sound to encourage, and is strong and powerful. In this way, since everyone is walking hard
It's a fierce journey, so why not give it a try.
This is Ren Buping's idea, it is very simple and very direct.
The result of this idea was that in just one or two minutes, with the final hey, the only remaining karate student fell down, and this devastating half-way kicking ended quickly.
In the middle of the messy hall, the only winner stood alone, receiving the focus of attention from all directions. Just now, there was a lively scene with various cheers and whistles, but now, it could not help but slowly fell into silence.
This kind of scene corresponds to the classic line, Kung Fu, two words, one horizontal and one vertical. The winner stands, the loser falls.
Looking at Ren Buping, except that a silver chain used for decoration around his neck was torn off and his coat was slightly messy, there were basically no changes. After pondering for a while, he couldn't say anything similar to an admission, so he could only say it.
It would be taken as a taunt, so he would just slap his fists together and make a fuss.
This is perhaps the only flaw in the ointment. However, any foreign language proficiency is really urgent. Otherwise, there is nothing wrong with making a few comments, not to mention killing people, but at least stopping the opponent's power. Although he has not done such a thing for a long time.
The more I do it, the more I get used to being ridiculed after fighting...
Turn around and leave.
The crowd dispersed automatically, and they found Dennis in the back with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide open. He vividly interpreted what it meant to be dumbfounded: "I'm sorry, please pull your head again. Also, my suitcase."
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At the same time, on the outer streets of the Commercial Plaza, a black Fiat slowly passed through the bustling crowd.
"Teacher, the new gym is in front of you. Please come here this time and please stay longer." The middle-aged island man in the passenger seat leaned sideways with a respectful and sincere expression.
"What are you doing? You still don't want to let me go, and you want me to help you teach students?"
"Huh? No, no, there are basically ordinary people here..."
"Haha, I know. Just kidding, don't be so rigid." Sitting in the back seat was an old man with frosty white hair and beard. His face was wrinkled and he was already very old, but he didn't seem to have any trace of old age. On the contrary, his cheeks were rosy.
He is very energetic. Especially those eyes under his long silver eyebrows are lively and lively, like a carefree naughty boy, which is really weird to look at.
Through the car window, the old man looked at the pedestrian scene on the street. He didn't know what he thought of. He couldn't help but touch his knees and exclaimed, "What a great place!"
The middle-aged man nodded and smiled: "It's really nice here, and the climate is good. If you like it, teacher, I'll take you around after you settle in."
"That's not what I meant, I just think..." Shaking his head, the old man sighed sadly, "God is really unfair sometimes. He gives thousands of miles of fertile land to mediocre and lazy people, but gives a small island prone to disasters to a nation that is dedicated to progress.
It’s really depressing to be treated so differently.”
The middle-aged man was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, and then said softly but firmly: "There will be opportunities, there will be opportunities... We didn't grasp it in the last century, and it's impossible. But this century, and the next century, there will definitely be opportunities.
changed!"
"I hope so... Let's not talk about it, it's the new gym. Not bad, it looks grand. Hey, is it so lively?" When he saw something, the old man raised his eyebrows in surprise. The middle-aged man turned his head and looked around, but
I couldn't help but frown.
From a distant perspective, it was not only lively, but also congested. Crowds gathered on three floors inside and three outside, and the darkness was overwhelming, directly surrounding the gate of the gym. Even on the flower bed outside the door, there were many good things.
Those who seize the position.
If you were doing business in an ordinary shop, you would naturally be happy to encounter such a prosperous community. But if you were to switch to a relatively unpopular martial arts school, it would most likely mean that something was wrong.
"It's not like this normally. It's okay. I'll arrange for you, teacher, to stay here first. Maeda, please go around a bit and we'll enter through the back door of the gym."
…
About a quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged man, who had finished handling his personal affairs, pushed open the door of the infirmary of the gymnasium, which was constantly moaning and groaning. He glanced at the group of karate students with bruised noses and swollen faces inside with a calm expression. Without saying a word, he turned around and said
Went out.
Upon seeing this, a man in a suit who was in charge hurriedly trotted out and took the initiative to tell what happened without asking. In the end, he bowed at 90 degrees and apologized. He was obviously an island native.
"So, it's not the people from the Hong Boxing Gym who are here to take revenge?"
"Definitely not, they don't have the strength. Moreover, someone saw that the troublemaker's suitcase and shipping label were not removed. He must have just landed and happened to meet him while passing by."
"I heard there were reporters present at the time?"
"Private Marseille! There are indeed reporters present. They were invited by Akiyama and the others. The original intention was to take the opportunity to promote the gym after the success of the gym. Unexpectedly... But please don't worry, the camera is broken. I checked it. Those reporters
Nothing was photographed and it will not affect the reputation of the gym."
"Put some money in and shut their mouths."
"Hey! That troublemaker, do you want Jiukawa and the others to..."
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man glanced at him, and the latter immediately fell silent. He said expressionlessly: "I have said it many times, and this is the last time. Mr. Sangu, you have retired, and your current status is Daoist.
Director, please cherish your current work and life."
"Hi! Private Marseille!"
"Contact the families of the injured students and comfort them."
"Hi!"
"Retrieve the lobby surveillance video and send it to my email."