Sang Biao adjusted his breathing and raised the energy in his dantian to all parts of his body. His muscles bulged out, and it was obvious at a glance that his body had tremendous explosive power.
In his palm, a huge force was gathering. Sang Biao could almost feel the force of breaking the stone. He tried to relax all the joints of his body so that he could deliver a thunderous blow. When he felt that he was fully prepared, he opened his eyes wide and shouted at Zheng Yubai: "Come on!" Before he finished speaking, he had already slapped out with both palms, one in front and one behind. The front palm slapped towards Zheng Yubai's chest, but it was a fake move; the back palm went straight to the top of his head, which was the hidden killer move.
When performing the Iron Sand Palm attack, one must make sure to roar. This will not only allow the force to penetrate the palm of the hand better and reach all four extremities of the body, but also give the enemy a sudden shock.
However, this method was ineffective when used on Zheng Yubai. Zheng Yubai was determined and was not frightened by his roar at all. He watched as Sang Biao's palms attacked him in succession, almost controlling the entire space around him about two meters.
There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd. Although the security team members preferred Sang Biao, who had been with him for a long time, they knew more clearly how powerful Sang Biao's palm power was. If the new administrator was beaten to death by Sang Biao on the first day, it would be unacceptable.
A ray of light suddenly shone through the window of Building No. 3, which had been covered by thick curtains for many years. The person inside opened a crack and watched the commotion outside. Just as his eyes were cast on the crowd, Zheng Yubai moved.
Quiet as a virgin, swift as a rabbit, this is exactly the description of Zheng Yubai. People originally thought that Sang Biao's palms had completely controlled Zheng Yubai's movements, but he just took a step and somehow got around. This step not only easily avoided Sang Biao's palm strike, but also got around behind him.
Zheng Yubai didn't give Sang Biao any chance. He bent his body slightly and threw a punch, hitting Sang Biao's side. Sang Biao groaned and flew out diagonally, falling hard into the crowd. Several security guards reached out to catch him, but they felt a huge force coming. They couldn't bear the huge force and fell backwards. Several people rolled into a ball, looking miserable.
Sang Biao fell to the ground, feeling pain all over his body. He wanted to get up, but his ribs seemed to be broken. The slightest movement caused excruciating pain.
It was over. Sang Biao was disheartened after hunting geese all year long and got his eyes pecked by geese. He reluctantly turned his head to look at Zheng Yubai. Seeing that he was calm and composed, he knew that he was not careless. Looking at the courage and demeanor of this young man, he knew that he could never match him.
Zheng Yubai gathered the strength in his fist and walked slowly to Sang Biao. With every step he took, the security guards leaned back a little. They couldn't understand why the somewhat stupid Zheng Yubai could defeat Sang Biao so easily. Isn't momentum very important in a duel
Seeing Zheng Yubai approaching Sang Biao, Jin Yanhui leaped out with a big step and whispered to Zheng Yubai: "Administrator, Sang Biao is also an old man, please spare him."
Zheng Yubai laughed: "I didn't say what I would do to him." Then he came to Sang Biao, squatted down, stretched out his hand and fiddled with his ribs. He didn't know what method he used, but Sang Biao felt that wherever his hand passed, his body was immediately restored to its original state and he could move freely again.
"Is this... acupoint pressing?" Sang Biao asked in amazement.
Zheng Yubai grabbed his arm, pulled him up from the ground, and said softly, "I guess so."
This is indeed acupuncture, but it is a modified acupuncture by Zheng Yubai's four eyes and double pupils. Traditional acupuncture emphasizes "opportunity", and generally caters to the opponent's momentum and taps the acupoints. If you want to chase and tap the acupoints, you can only do it if you are several times faster than the opponent or the opponent is motionless and unprepared. The acupuncture mentioned in martial arts novels can only exist in legends.
The most brilliant part of Xingyiquan is the use of strength. Once you have mastered the method of using strength in Xingyiquan, no matter which part of the body is touched, you can inject the strength into the body. Once this strength enters the body, it will cause pain and make people unable to move. In the martial arts conference, Zheng Yubai was able to defeat Sun Haitong by relying on this brilliant method of using strength.
Just like defeating Sun Haitong, this time Zheng Yubai defeated Sang Biao by relying on his four eyes and double pupils to see through the direction of blood flow in his body. He went around behind him and punched him, thrusting his force right into the place where blood flowed under his ribs, cutting off his blood supply.
If the blood does not flow smoothly, the body will naturally not function properly, and the whole body will ache if you move. Zheng Yubai understood this principle and did not think it was magical. However, Sang Biao and the people watching did not understand the mystery and thought it was a magical skill. They could not help but change their views on Zheng Yubai.
"Thank you for showing mercy." Seeing that Zheng Yubai actually knew the legendary acupoint-pressing skills, Sang Biao knew that he was no match for him. Only now was he truly convinced.
"Well, now that the competition is over, let's continue eating. I'm afraid the wine we just warmed up has gone cold." Zheng Yubai smiled, as if nothing had happened. Sang Biao watched him turn around and leave, and he became more and more suspicious of this young man.
The manor returned to its former tranquility. Zheng Yubai, Sang Biao and Jin Yanhui sat around a small table, drinking and eating. The atmosphere was much more harmonious than before the competition.
"Administrator, I'll toast to you. What you did just now was really amazing." After being convinced, Sang Biao was afraid that Zheng Yubai would make things difficult for him in the future, so he was more attentive than Jin Yanhui and had already drunk several glasses of wine with Zheng Yubai.
Zheng Yubai knew the character of the people in the Jianghu. They only obeyed the strong. If you were stronger than him, then anything would be fine. If you were not as good as him, it would be common for him to scold and bully you. Compared with other corners of society, the Jianghu was the place that respected the law of the jungle the most. So Sang Biao's current behavior was not unexpected to him at all.
"It's just a trifle. In martial arts, there are always people better than you. No matter what level you reach, you must always be modest and cautious." Zheng Yubai said. In fact, he was just perfunctory, but because of his superb martial arts, these words sounded more meaningful to Sang Biao and Jin Yanhui than simple preaching.
A person's status often affects his behavior. Beggars are always careful in their actions, while the emperor is of course reckless. Even if a beggar wears the emperor's dragon robe, he does not have the emperor's aura. Even if the emperor wears rags, his gestures cannot conceal the aura of a king. These are habits accumulated over the years and cannot be changed in a short time. However, Zheng Yubai's aggressive aura, which is unique to people who practice Xingyiquan, is not obvious, which makes Sang Biao a little strange. He took advantage of the drunkenness to carefully raise this question.
Zheng Yubai took a sip of wine and did not directly answer Sang Biao's question. Instead, he asked him, "Have you read Zhuangzi?"
Sang Biao was stunned: "What is Zhuangzi?" He came from a low-income family and had been struggling for a living since he was a child. In his spare time, he practiced iron sand palm. How could he know about Lao Zhuang Mo Han
Jin Yanhui, who was standing by, was quite knowledgeable and explained a few things to him. Sang Biao understood and asked again, "What does this Zhuangzi have to do with practicing martial arts?"
"It is very relevant." Zheng Yubai said with a smile, "I will tell you a story about being dumbfounded, and you will naturally have the answer to the question just now."
"Please speak." Sang Biao was overjoyed. In the martial arts, there was no age or status. As long as you were strong enough, you would be the master. If he could get some pointers from Zheng Yubai, he would progress faster than if he studied martial arts alone.
"During the time of Zhuangzi, there was a man named Ji Hezi. In his country there was a king who loved cockfighting. The king asked Ji Hezi to help him train a powerful fighting cock. When Ji Hezi was training for the tenth day, the king came to him and asked: Is the cock trained? Ji Hezi said: Not yet. The cock is now arrogant, with all its feathers spread out, its eyes sparkling, and it is very proud, with a sense of pride in its chest."
"Hiss..." Sang Biao seemed to have something to say. Zheng Yubai had expected this and asked him, "Why, what do you think?"
"I've also seen cockfighting. Isn't the chicken just right at this time? They are fierce and wild, and the fight must be fierce." Sang Biao said.
Zheng Yubai laughed: "Think carefully, when you were competing with me just now, were you also arrogant, with bright eyes and very proud? Did you also have a momentum of winning in your heart?"
After hearing what Zheng Yubai said, Sang Biao was stunned and nodded, "Now that you mention it, it is indeed true."
Zheng Yubai ignored his doubts and continued, "Ten days later, the king came to ask again. Ji Henzi said: It still doesn't work. The chicken's reaction to the outside world has faded a lot, but there is still anger in its eyes. Ten days later, when the king asked again, Ji Henzi finally said: It's almost there. When other chickens crowed, it didn't respond, and it seemed to have stopped responding to the outside world. This chicken stood on the ground, just like a chicken carved out of wood."
"Is this the origin of being dumbfounded?" Sang Biao asked with interest.
"Exactly. This chicken looks like a wooden chicken, but in fact all its energy is concentrated inside its body. So when it participates in a cockfight, as long as it stands there, any chicken that sees it will be scared and run away." Zheng Yubai said.
"What's the reason for this?" Sang Biao was still a little confused.
Seeing that he still didn't understand, Zheng Yubai briefly explained how to concentrate the spirit, energy and spirit in Xingyiquan. Sang Biao was very surprised and asked Zheng Yubai, "Administrator, are you concentrating the spirit, energy and spirit now?"
Zheng Yubai knew that if he didn't try it out, Sang Biao wouldn't believe it. In order to make Sang Biao convinced, he suddenly opened up all the pores on his body, letting his energy burst out, and his whole mental demeanor changed.
Sang Biao was stunned when he saw Zheng Yubai, who was a little dazed, suddenly turned into a handsome and elegant young man. Only then did he realize that the so-called dumbfoundedness was just an appearance, and the real side of things was hidden under the appearance.
"Compared with the administrator, I am really a frog in the well." Sang Biao couldn't help but feel dejected when he discovered that there was such a high level in martial arts.
"Don't worry. If I have the chance in the future, I will slowly teach you the key points. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will naturally reap rewards." Zheng Yubai said.
Sang Biao hesitated and said: "I am already forty years old this year, I am afraid..."
Zheng Yubai said: "You can practice Iron Sand Palm, which shows that you are determined. How come you are afraid of the method of nourishing and refining Qi? Are you really old?"
After hearing Zheng Yubai's provocation, Sang Biao immediately said, "Just listen to the administrator. Can you still move up to the next level at the age of 40?"
With this feeling of passing on the business, Sang Biao was completely convinced by Zheng Yubai. Jin Yanhui, who had been watching the excitement from the side, thought to himself: This administrator is young, but he knows how to behave and has good skills. His future achievements are limitless. Now that he has relied on this big tree, there is no need to worry about not being able to rise to the top in the future.
Everyone had their own thoughts, and Zheng Yubai's first day in the D-class apartment ended with laughter and toasts.
Because he showed great Kung Fu skills on the first day, Zheng Yubai not only conquered his two assistants, Sang Biao and Jin Yanhui, but also became an idol in the eyes of many young security guards. The next morning, when he was casually practicing a few punches and kicks in the yard to exercise his body, several idle security guards came over to learn from him.
Seeing them secretly imitating his movements, Zheng Yubai smiled and said, "You can't just learn the form when learning boxing, especially Xingyi boxing, which emphasizes the intention. With the intention of boxing, you don't have to stick to the form of boxing. If you want to learn Xingyi boxing, I can teach you when I have time."
Everyone was overjoyed and gathered around to ask questions. In the midst of the excitement, a cold snort came from the side: "I thought it was some powerful Kung Fu, but it turned out to be a piece of shitty martial arts like Xingyiquan."
Zheng Yubai's eyes flashed coldly, and he looked in the direction of the voice. It was Kong Fang, the big man he had seen yesterday. It was still late winter, and the temperature was very low, but he was only wearing a tight vest, and he had just walked out of Building No. 1.
"Administrator, this guy is also a martial artist. He has a bad temper and has beaten several brothers. You have to be careful." A security guard kindly reminded.
Zheng Yubai nodded, "I see." He walked over and said, "Mr. Kong is quite elegant. Are you here to exercise so early in the morning?"
"Practice martial arts." Kong Fang almost spoke through his nose, obviously not taking Zheng Yubai seriously at all.
"I wonder what kind of advanced boxing Mr. Kong has learned?" Zheng Yubai followed Kong Fang closely. He rarely gets angry, but Kong Fang's words just now clearly insulted Xingyiquan, which is intolerable for a Xingyiquan practitioner.
In Zheng Yubai's world, if you are right, you can spit on his face, and even if you are wrong, he will not care too much about trivial matters. But no matter how good-tempered a person is, there are always some reverse scales that cannot be touched. For Zheng Yubai, his reverse scale is first of all his family and friends around him, and secondly the reputation of Xingyiquan.
Now that Kong Fang has offended him, he must get revenge.
Kong Fang glanced at Zheng Yubai and said, "Have you heard of Aikido?"
"So it's Japanese Aikido, I've heard of it." As a modern martial artist, Zheng Yubai certainly can't be confined to Chinese martial arts. The world is so big, there are so many masters, just in Asia, in addition to the highly combative Muay Thai, there are also Korean Taekwondo, Japanese Karate, Judo, Sumo and Aikido and other advanced Kung Fu.
Aikido is a martial art that originated in Japan in the early 20th century. It is mainly based on wrestling and grabbing techniques, and emphasizes the cultivation of qi in the unity of man and nature. In combat, it often uses the method of using softness to overcome hardness and using the opponent's strength to defeat the opponent. In some ways, it is somewhat similar to Tai Chi in Chinese martial arts.
The Japanese are very good at promoting their culture, and Aikido has taken root all over the world with their promotion. Because it focuses on competitions, has different levels, and is relatively simple and clear in teaching, it is popular with some people. Compared with Xingyiquan, which still follows the ancient teaching method for most of the time, Aikido is indeed ahead of the times and has left Xingyiquan far behind.
However, Zheng Yubai did not think that Aikido was stronger than Xingyiquan. Martial arts are not determined by propaganda or the number of people learning them. The real strength of martial arts is through practice. So he said, "I heard that Aikido is a very powerful martial art. I wonder if Mr. Kong is willing to teach me a thing or two?"
"Just you?" Kong Fang laughed. Zheng Yubai was tall among ordinary people, but compared with Kong Fang, a burly man, he was still dwarfed.
However, martial arts have never been won by those who are tall and strong. The founder of Aikido, Katsuhei Shiba, was also weak and sickly when he was young, but he also created Aikido. If you rely solely on physical strength, then what is the point of martial arts
"If Mr. Kong is afraid of bringing shame to Aikido, then you don't have to compete. But you have to apologize for what you said just now." Zheng Yubai said coldly. It would be fine if he wasn't angry, but once he got angry, it would definitely not end easily.
"So you want to clear the name of your Xingyiquan. Well, let's have a competition. If you lose, Xingyiquan is shit!" Kong Fang said arrogantly.
"Very good, what if you lose?" Zheng Yubai said calmly, but his fists were already clenched.
"It's impossible for me to lose. If I lose, you can do whatever you want to me." Kong Fang seemed very confident.
"It's a deal." This is what Zheng Yubai was waiting for.
Martial artists are resolute and swift. After a while, just like last night, there was another big circle. Zheng Yubai, who had just arrived at the D-level apartment for less than 24 hours, started his second martial arts competition. Facing Kong Fang, he suddenly felt a little funny. Did he come here to fight
Sang Biao and Jin Yanhui rushed over upon hearing the news and nervously squeezed into the crowd. Jin Yanhui asked in a low voice: "Who do you think will win?"
"Kong Fang is quite capable, but I don't think he is a match for the administrator." After yesterday's confrontation and consultation, Sang Biao has become very trusting of Zheng Yubai.
Zheng Yubai took a long breath, and the strength in his body began to vibrate. If you were close to him, you could clearly hear a "hum" sound coming from his chest and abdomen, which sounded like a tiger or a leopard humming. This was the tiger and leopard thunder sound in Xingyiquan. Making such a sound meant that Zheng Yubai had to use all his strength from the beginning.
This was a fight to defend the honor of Xingyiquan, and Zheng Yubai would never hold back. Moreover, Aikido was one of the strongest martial arts in Japan, and its skills in nourishing qi were very powerful. If Zheng Yubai did not use his internal strength from the beginning, he would not be sure of winning.
"Let's start." Zheng Yubai said to Kong Fang when he saw his ferocious face.
Kong Fang leaned his body slightly to face Zheng Yubai. Aikido emphasizes striking back after being attacked, so he certainly would not attack first.
In contrast to Aikido, Xingyiquan is a hard-hitting martial art. Once it starts, it is like a continuous stream of water, and as fast as lightning. At this time, Zheng Yubai didn't need to be polite at all. He stepped forward, punched like an arrow, aimed at Kong Fang's chest and punched out.
Seeing Zheng Yubai's fist approaching quickly, Kong Fang growled, opened his hands, and grabbed Zheng Yubai's arm.
The techniques used by Aikido to injure people are mainly to hit and pinch vital parts, grab the tendons and pulses, and break the tendons and bones. After grabbing the person, there are also throws and fighting techniques. Once caught by someone who is proficient in Aikido, the consequences will be disastrous. However, Aikido also has a problem, that is, the fighting techniques are not strong. If you can't grab the person, then there are almost no strong means of attack available.
So when Kong Fang's hand was about to touch the corner of Zheng Yubai's clothes, Zheng Yubai cleverly changed direction, gave up the attack, and dodged Kong Fang's attack. Kong Fang missed the attack, his feet were weak, and his body swayed. Zheng Yubai saw it and immediately knew that his Aikido practice was not good enough.
Kong Fang in front of him was big and strong, with muscles all over his body, and he looked very powerful. But in Zheng Yubai's opinion, no matter what kind of power it was, it had to be exerted with skills. Power without skills was just dead force. Only when you know how to use power can you master vitality. Aikido is a martial art that emphasizes skills. If he lacks skills, then he is not to be feared at all.
"One more move and the fight will be over." After a brief test, Zheng Yubai already knew Kong Fang's strength, so he said something that was enough to humiliate his opponent.
Kong Fang was furious and said, "I want to see how you end the fight."
Aikido focuses on nourishing qi, and Kong Fang lost his composure when he got angry. Zheng Yubai's body was as fast as lightning, and he used the dragon-shaped bone-searching footwork under his feet, approaching him in a Z-shaped formation. In the blink of an eye, he was already within an arm's length of Kong Fang.
Kong Fang reacted quickly and waved his hand to grab Zheng Yubai, but he saw him clearly in front of him, but when he grabbed him, Zheng Yubai disappeared. Before he could look for him, he heard Zheng Yubai's voice beside him, "Lie down."
A horizontal punch came out and hit Kong Fang on the forehead. Kong Fang felt a buzzing sound on his forehead and could no longer stand, and fell backwards. It took him a long time to regain consciousness.
"Good!" The crowd watching burst into cheers.
Zheng Yubai walked up to Kong Fang, who was still confused, and said in a deep voice, "Apologize."
Kong Fang looked at the cold light in Zheng Yubai's eyes, and his heart trembled. He said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, I was wrong..." (To be continued)