The sneering man turned around and glanced at the guy sitting on the chair, and raised his eyelids: "How is it?"
"It's not that good." The guy said this hatefully, then simply raised his legs and closed his eyes: "I'll leave the fists to you, I don't care."
Then he casually picked up a broken cowboy hat that he didn't know where to find in the wooden house, and covered his face, as if he didn't even have any interest in looking at it!
"Do you feel unconvinced? Think you have played well?" The sneering man looked at me with a mocking expression on his face.
"Yes." I didn't hide my emotions, and met his gaze: "I think I practiced well."
"It's not bad." He shrugged his shoulders, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was more mocking, and his tone seemed to have a needle: "If you go to a professional boxing match or a Sanda competition, you should train hard. Let's go, maybe you can win a championship or something. You are good at martial arts, and you have a foundation in martial arts. But... "
He let out a sigh of "tsk tsk tsk tsk", and then asked slowly: "I ask you, before you punched just now, you stood there taking a deep breath, exhaling, and suddenly yelling, what did you do? "
"...It's preparation." I frowned, and couldn't help explaining: "Before I punch, I need to concentrate, and then I need to use my whole body to cooperate with this punch, so as to bring the strength of my whole body to..."
He waved his hands repeatedly and interrupted me: "I'm not asking you about the principle of this punch. When it comes to martial arts, I know a little bit. I understand the principle. I just want to ask you, is it like this punch... You must Do you need to adjust your body first, and then you can shoot after the adjustment?"
"...Yes." I vaguely understood what he was going to say in my heart.
"You adjusted three or four steps just now, and you waited at least five seconds before punching..." He shook his head, looking at me with a ridiculous look: "If I were your enemy, do you think I would give you five seconds to adjust?" What? I will stand in front of you, do not dodge, do not fight back, just stand here and wait for you for five seconds, and hit me when you adjust?"
"...No." I felt my mouth a little bitter.
"Your punch is beautiful, but it's not practical."
"It's not true." I couldn't help but retort: "It's just that I can't practice well! If it's my master who makes the move, he doesn't need to adjust before he makes the move!!"
"I know." The sneering man didn't refute me, but said indifferently: "I know better than you how good martial arts are at a truly advanced level! Come on... When you practice to this level, you will probably be in your forties."
I didn't speak, actually I was still not convinced, but then he sighed and stared at me: "You are practicing Pi Gua Quan, right? Many of the killing moves in Pi Gua Quan are very powerful. The trick is a bit flashy. Didn’t your master teach you anything else? There are many truly lethal killer moves, do you know it?”
"No." I was a little frustrated: "Master never taught me."
He nodded, then smiled, this time the smile was not sarcastic, but sincere: "Your master loves you very much."
"What?"
"Hey!" He smiled, "Kill those who can punch, and those who can drown! Haven't you heard of this? Your master didn't teach you the real killing moves because he was afraid that you would get into trouble! I hope you It's for your own good to make less trouble in the future."
I froze for a moment, and thought about it carefully when I was studying art, the master was indeed not willing to teach me ultimate moves. This trick was also taught to me in the end when he couldn't bear the sensibilities. Unexpectedly, the master still kept a good hand. The trick he taught me seems to be very powerful and very lethal, but it is not very practical!
With my current level, if I want to hit that punch, I have to adjust first! In a fight, who's going to stand in front of you waiting for you to adjust your shot? I was with everyone before, on the one hand, it was because of the master's warning, not to make killing moves easily, on the other hand, it was also because I had never encountered any masters, and it was useless.
But it never occurred to me that this trick is actually not very useful.
And if I get more skilled and want to use this trick as freely as my master, I'm afraid it's like what the sneer man said, I have to wait until I'm forty years old... But after a person is forty years old, his mind is mature in all aspects, and he is also a person. Be steady, then I won't be young anymore, and I won't be impulsive anymore, even if I can use my ultimate move, I won't get into trouble easily.
This is probably the master's intention!
"What else do you want?" The sneering man saw my frustrated expression, and his attitude softened a little: "Show me some boxing."
"good."
This time I didn't dare to have any arrogance in my heart, I showed my posture very seriously, and punched a set of splitting fists. I didn't have to show off deliberately, but this set of punches was smooth and smooth. I punched steadily, and the steps and punches were shown one by one. The sneering man finally showed a somewhat satisfied look on his face.
After I finished a set of punches, he finally showed a sincere smile: "Not bad, not bad, your foundation is very good, it can be seen that you have put in a certain amount of hard work. Your strength and speed are very good, um, I said After that, if you train with your foundation and participate in Sanda competitions or free fighting competitions, you will be a very good professional player. But..." He sighed and did not speak.
I understood what he meant, it seemed that I was not good enough.
Then he thought for a while and said with a smile: "Okay, actually you are pretty good, at least the boys under Fang Laoba, you are the best one I have ever seen. It can be seen that you are also a smart person... You have a foundation , I won’t teach you how to train your body. You have strength, speed, and body. So I will only teach you some reasonable ways to use it! First, I don’t have time to teach you the whole set of things systematically. Second, , the conditions here don’t allow it, and thirdly, I don’t have that much time.”
I nodded, with a respectful look on my face.
The sneering man... No, at this moment, I have already developed some respect for him, and I don't dare to slander him anymore. He walked over slowly and looked at me: "I think you should be able to see something... What I know is not what outsiders should learn... To be honest, it may not be beneficial for you to learn what I know. I I won't teach you anything else, such as Kung Fu, I won't teach you, those beautiful postures, I won't teach you... What I teach you is killing skills. Do you understand?"
I was shocked!
"Killing techniques. The most direct, most effective, and easiest killing techniques!" He looked at me coldly: "Let me ask you, have you ever studied the structure of the human body?"
"...No." I smiled bitterly: "I only went to middle school, and I learned some basic things in biology class, but I forgot all of them."
"Okay, the first step in learning how to kill is that we need to understand the structure of the human body! Understand the fatal flaws in the human body, and those places are the fatal points!" He looked at me, and then pointed at the wooden house: " You go to my room and lift out a wooden stake inside."
I was a little puzzled, but I did it anyway.
After a while, I lifted a wooden stake as tall as a man from his room. In other words, this is simply a puppet carved out of wood!
I looked at the knife edge on it, it was obviously very old. Feeling a little puzzled, I glanced at him.
"I played with this thing when I lived here last time. I made this thing as a target to practice throwing knives. I didn't expect it to be used by you today." He looked at my puzzled expression , Smiling and cursing: "Okay! Let me tell you, I have been to this place twice. Basically, I helped Fang Laoba do things. If I didn't finish it once, I would squat here for a while to avoid the limelight. This bird place is so boring, I always have to find something to do for myself..." Then his eyes widened: "I want to listen to the story and I will have time in the future! Now you can concentrate on me!"
When he speaks, he naturally possesses a strange aura! Let me involuntarily shake my body! Stand up straight now!
"Look at the small characters on this wooden man. I wrote them last night. Your task today is to hold it for me to read! Then memorize all the parts I marked, as well as those words! One word It’s not bad to memorize it! And you must memorize it in your heart!!”
I looked at the wooden man, and it was indeed densely packed with small handwriting written with a pen on every part! Other places are marked with circles!
"The ear and the auricular nerve are close to the brain. After being hit, the arteries in the meninges can be damaged. In mild cases, there is hemorrhage in the ear, and in severe cases, death... There are nerves in the armpit, and the consequences of the blow: severe pain or short-term partial paralysis... right The ribs, the lower side is the liver, where the bones are fragile. After being hit, the liver can be severely damaged, and in severe cases, death... The spine, 7-9 cm above the belt. The consequences of the blow: paralysis, death... "
The entire wooden figurine is almost densely covered with these similar standard words, and the circles mark out all the parts they refer to. The content is very detailed! There are even a total of one hundred bones in the human body, and the effect of each bone after being hit is marked out one by one! And how to give the right blow to cause a dislocation, fracture or ligament tear...
I was a little stunned, and couldn't help but look up at him.
Only then did I realize that although he looked energetic, his eyes were a little red and swollen. Obviously, he wrote these things last night! This discovery immediately made me feel a little sincerely grateful to him, and even the weird smile on his face seemed less annoying.