Xu Cheng was doing morning exercises while twisting his neck and muscles, waiting for the instructor to come down. The latter also took off his coat. Although he was nearly forty years old, his muscles were still strong and muscular.
"From the time when I entered the police station to the time when I saw the director's admiration, I knew there must be something wrong." Xu Cheng said.
The instructor also twisted his hands and feet and said: "Since you have received favors from others, why did you come back? You could have done something there, but you just don't know what to do."
Xu Cheng grinned: "It was arranged by others and given by others. I have had enough for half my life. I owe it to my family to pay off the favors, so I don't want to let other people sell me favors. Come on, tell me if you win." I."
The coach laughed and said: "I heard that Hu Bing didn't attack you with one move? Then I really want to try."
Xu Cheng grinned: "Didn't you watch it from the video? Ask knowingly."
Instructor: "Do you still remember when you first joined the army and contradicted me? Remember how I dealt with you? You won't heal your scars and forget the pain, brat."
Xu Cheng: "You talk so much nonsense that you just don't make a move, are you scared?"
The coach really confronted Xu Cheng and walked around but didn't make a move, because he was still probing and finding Xu Cheng's flaws. Hearing Xu Cheng choke him so directly, the coach glared at him: "It's not what it used to be, I went up rashly just to send it off, you are enough to make me wary."
"Really?" Xu Cheng grinned: "Does this also have something to do with getting older?"
"Look at the trick!" Just as Xu Cheng was busy chewing his tongue, the coach felt that this was the best time to make a sudden move. His claws directly and quickly grabbed Xu Cheng's arms, and his front feet stepped on Xu Cheng's insteps. superior.
According to the routine in the grappling technique, pull with the strength of the arm, and then firmly step on the opponent's instep with the soles of the feet, so that the opponent's body center of gravity leans forward, and then press the back against the opponent's chest to complete a quick inertial The process of throwing over the shoulder.
The instructor's hands and feet stepped on and grabbed Xu Cheng's arm at the same time. As soon as he exerted force, according to the usual demonstration, Xu Cheng's body would be pulled and leaned forward, but the instructor had already used his back to support him. He touched Xu Cheng's chest, and threw it over the shoulder neatly. As a result, he was surprised to find that Xu Cheng behind him was like a wall that couldn't be lifted at all.
The coach stared, gritted his teeth and broke out to push Xu Cheng up again, but Xu Cheng just stood like this, no matter how much he twisted, he couldn't get over it.
This... This is a bit embarrassing.
One of Xu Cheng's arms was pulled by him. Seeing that the instructor couldn't shake it at all, he simply bent that arm and wrapped it around the instructor's neck from behind, and then pressed his knee against the inner knee of the instructor's back from behind. Soft, knelt down, Xu Cheng grabbed the instructor's arm with the other hand and carried it back, subduing the instructor in an instant.
"Brother, your feet are a bit soft, the gentleness makes you linger too much?"
The coach got angry after cursing: "You brat!"
Immediately, he kicked the carbine back with his heel, and Xu Cheng relaxed all constraints to dodge his attack.
The instructor rolled away from him for several meters. He rubbed his neck, looked at Xu Cheng and said, "Good job, your body is more stable than before? Let me really teach you how to grasp technique."
Xu Cheng snorted softly: "Then let me also let you know that in the face of real power, any routine is pale."
The coach suddenly stepped forward and pretended to attack his bottom with his feet. Who knew that Xu Cheng would not dodge, but also kicked him with his own heels.
Boom!
"Hiss!" The coach's calf was paralyzed, he took a deep breath and took it back, and then grabbed Xu Cheng's neck and back of the head, and then pulled it over and pushed the guy's forehead with his knee.
Unexpectedly, Xu Cheng met his claw with one punch.
The instructor saw that he was punching, and he was a claw, so he was not afraid at all. He could hold his fist and twist it back and forth to restrain him. Years of fighting experience made his brain respond quickly.
It's just that he underestimated Xu Cheng's so-called power.
When he was going to grab Xu Cheng's fist, the moment the fist was in his palm, he had the feeling that what he was grabbing was not a fist but a skyrocketing cannon. His palm seemed to be solidified by some kind of huge force. As if he was pierced through, the force suddenly swelled through his muscles, tendons, and blood vessels, causing the sleeves on his entire arm to be shattered!
Then from a certain paralysis of his arm to the limit, it was as if hundreds of volts flowed through his whole body to his brain, making him back away in a daze, his eyes staring like a frog.
He was sent flying five meters away before he could balance his body and stop. His arms and sleeves were torn, veins appeared all over his arms, and there were blood vessels bursting that almost didn't die suddenly. The instructor only felt himself His arms were numb and his blood was hot.
"If you think this is a loss, tell me quickly, who is helping me?" Xu Cheng said.
"Losing your sister." The instructor screamed strangely, stepped forward again, and swung his other fist. Xu Cheng slapped his arm away.
Snapped!
"Hiss!" The coach took a deep breath, because the other hand was also slapped with dull pain in the veins, and the whole arm was almost dislocated by the slap and flew out. He stepped back again and looked at Xu Cheng in horror.
No matter what you do, I will use my strength to resolve it directly! This is the simple and crude definition of Xu Cheng.
Xu Cheng: "Brother, I only used 30% of my strength!"
"It's just that I didn't use all my strength. Look at the trick." The coach rushed forward again, and he pretended to swing his right fist. When Xu Cheng's palm was about to slap his fist away, he suddenly turned into a claw and slammed down at the limit speed. He grabbed Xu Cheng's wrist.
Then another fist swung towards Xu Cheng, and Xu Cheng was about to slap it away with the other hand, when the same instructor suddenly grabbed his wrist with a fist like a claw. Hehe laughed loudly: "Boy, let me tell you that ginger is still old and spicy!"
As he said that, he jumped up suddenly, and then a football player smartly twisted his neck and was about to shake his head. He planned to use his own head to hit Xu Cheng's forehead to give him a good look!
"Your limbs are strong, I don't believe your head is so hard! Try it."
In a split second, when he finished yelling, he hit Xu Cheng's forehead directly with his own brow.
Boom! With a bang, Xu Cheng took the initiative to meet him and collide with him.
"Hey, I'm sub-Ao!" The teacher fell to the ground with a headache and covered his forehead with his hands and kept wailing: "You little bastard, I'll fuck you, hey, it hurts me to death... still hit me!" Oh jj, your whole body is like iron, why don’t you just rub stones!”
Xu Cheng couldn't laugh or cry: "Brother, quality."
Instructor: "I am qualified for your sister, am I qualified to be the leader of this gang of bandits?"
Xu Cheng had black lines all over his head.