Although Zhao Guangrong was pierced by Wang Chao's nails on the skin below the occipital bone on the back of the cervical vertebrae, and injured the Ya point, causing damage to the vocal cords, he could not control his own vocalizations, and his luck was like a throat, and he made a hoarse and weird sound like pulling a bellows. It's like a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in the throat.
But he didn't lose his fighting power.
Because his "wolf run and hog suddenly" was too fast, Wang Chao's exquisite Yunlong probe scratched, and only his fingernails touched the dumb point on the back of his neck, but the strength of muscles and dark energy did not touch it, so the injury was not serious. .
However, the contest has been going on until now, and the result is already very clear.
It can be seen from the image of the two.
Zhao Guangrong's clothes on his upper body were all torn, while his shoes and trousers on his lower body were also torn, hanging in pieces from his knee joints. His overall image was no different from that of a beggar.
Such an image of him, compared with the appearance of sitting in a Rolls-Royce limousine at the beginning, wearing a bright yellow Tang suit, and having an emperor-like temperament, is simply a heaven and earth.
Compared with Zhao Guangrong's embarrassment, Wang Chao was much calmer. His clothes were in good condition, even clean and tidy, not even a speck of dust. As soon as he exerted his strength, the muscles and muscles of his whole body shook, and the strong wind blew up, what dust couldn't be shaken off
"Master Zhao, I accept it."
After Zhao Guangrong escaped in a "wolf running and hog sudden", he quickly turned around, and the "sitting on the golden throne" shelf flashed, changing into "flag drum momentum" to fight the enemy vigorously, but unexpectedly found that Wang Chao did not chase after him. Come over, but stand still with both feet, right hand stretched forward, indescribably calm and peaceful.
This is not a life-and-death contest, and there is no life-and-death contract signed. After hitting this level, it can indeed be said that the winner has been decided.
What's more, Wang Chao knew in his heart that Zhao Guangrong's martial arts were not easy, and his vitality was astonishingly strong. It is also very difficult to kill him in one fell swoop, or to lose his combat effectiveness after being injured without losing a little bit of color.
Although he took advantage just now, it was just that the "spider treading water" footwork created by himself was too secretive and gloomy, and the opponent had never seen it before, so he couldn't handle it properly.
If the fight continues, the opponent is psychologically prepared to deal with it calmly, and it will be difficult for him to suffer.
However, if the opponent insists on a life-and-death struggle, Wang Chao is not afraid. He is confident that after more than half an hour, he will completely overwhelm Zhao Guangrong with his tyrannical physical endurance and beat him to death.
However, for that kind of sake, his physical strength is also very exhausted, at least he needs to rest for a few days to recover. Moreover, this is an internal struggle in the Tang clan, there is no need for it. Among the Chinese boxers, it can be said that there are very few Chinese boxers who can practice martial arts to the level of golden core restraint.
In master fighting, every punch and style is full of heart and soul. The hands, feet, spine, head, and every part of the body are all explosive. The amount of exercise is more than ten times greater than that of international professional athletes. Ordinary boxers, in the It is already very good to last for three to five minutes in a fierce fight.
And it is rare for a contest to last ten minutes.
Those who play for half an hour are extremely skilled.
Therefore, in real fighting, one-hit must kill, and never waste energy in vain.
In the face of Wang Chao calmly giving up, Zhao Guangrong has completely understood that his martial arts are indeed inferior to the number one martial art master in Greater East Asia, the curator of Laoshan Neijia Boxing Gym, if he persists, he will definitely lose even worse.
"Unexpectedly, there are such masters in the country. With such boxing and martial arts, such a state, it is worthy of the name to be called the number one." Zhao Guangrong only had a wry smile in his heart, but he was speechless.
His dumb acupoint was injured, his throat seemed to be clogged with a mouthful of thick phlegm, it was unspeakably uncomfortable, and he couldn't speak a little bit.
Not only is his throat blocked, but his heart is also blocked. The boxing method passed down by his family from a young age has been standing on horseback since he was three years old. The first word he knew was "boxing". , such as "Arm Record", "Lvmengtang Spear Technique", "Dilong Jing", "Wu Bei Zhi", "New Book of Performance", "Cao Jiwu Ten Laws", "Xingyiquan Lecture Notes", etc., both basic skills and theoretical knowledge are very solid Later, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, his bones grew well, and he began to practice Qi and boxing. By the age of 20, he was already a well-known young master. Now it's actually defeated, and it's so thoroughly defeated.
If a little-known junior beat him up like this, he would definitely not be able to stand it and commit suicide. But now, he didn't have the thought of committing suicide because he couldn't bear it.
Because Wang Chao is not a little-known junior, but enjoys a high reputation. He has the title of No. 1 martial arts in Greater East Asia. In the martial arts world, his name is much louder than him.
He said that he has faded out of the martial arts world for a long time. Although he values reputation and some things, he does not regard it as life. What he values is profit.
"Master Zhao, let's fight, it can be said that there is no winner or loser. If we really want to decide the winner, it will probably take a few hundred hands. In this way, Master Zhao's clothes are damaged. When we change them, let's find a time to join hands." .Today is the festive day for our Nanyang Tang Sect to kiss each other, so don't delay the time because of our sparring."
Wang Chao closed his hands and clasped his fists, flicked his sleeves twice, stepped back again, and stared at Zhao Guangrong's eyes.
The purple-gold dress he was wearing today, with old-fashioned cloth buttons and slightly wider sleeves, had the demeanor of a big boxer of the older generation.
This kind of attire, and Jiang Hai just revealed his identity, the number one master of Chinese martial arts in Great East Asia, cast a halo on his image. In the eyes of all, his every move now has an invisible charm and demeanor.
Those who are large and transformed are called holy, and those who are holy and transformed are called gods.
While listening to Wang Chao's words, Zhao Guangrong calculated, and his mind calmed down in less than a minute.
At this moment, Tang Zichen let out a long sigh, finally giving him a chance to step down.
"Brother Zhao, why do you have to separate from my younger brother? The purpose of our establishment of Tangmen was to protect all Chinese from being bullied and humiliated, but now our Tangmen in Nanyang has become a personal warlord organization. I no longer lost the vigor and bloodiness of the past.”
Tang Zichen sighed leisurely: "Brother Zhao, take it for granted, you and I, and Brother Lin Shifeng and more than 20 people, how heroic it was to assassinate the head of the Indonesian military. Later, when the Tang Sect seized power, it was a narrow escape, but the matter passed For more than ten years, the lofty aspirations of the two have faded away. They both have family backgrounds and have children. Our Tang Sect originally relied on blood and arrogance. I can't think of anything else for the Tang Sect who has lost its blood and arrogance. Something worth existing."
Zhao Guangrong's eyes flickered for a moment. Indeed, he is already much weaker in the Philippines now. He has a family background and children. He no longer dares to have a large-scale armed conflict with the government army like Tang Zichen, and confront the government. , I always want to make big things into small things, and small things into small things.
"As soon as my younger brother came, someone assassinated Suharni and his son, cut off their heads, and paid homage to the souls who died that year. I believe that under his leadership, the blood will not retreat."
"Brother Zhao, Brother Lin, I think you have misunderstood a lot of things. Let's talk about it in detail first." Tang Zichen finally finished speaking and walked into the small conference room next to the auditorium.
When Tang Zichen was talking, Wang Chao's attention was already on Jiang Hai, but he found that Jiang Hai's eyelids were drooping, and he was talking to Zhao Guangrong's little daughter next to him in detail, as if Wang Chao's identity was not his at all.
Zhao Guangrong kept silent at this time, went to the car and changed his clothes again, then swept away the decadence just now, and regained the temperament he had when he first came.
Lin Shifeng's eyes flickered. What happened just now was indeed beyond his expectation. He also did not expect that the seemingly inconspicuous young man appointed by Tang Zichen as the helm of Nanyang Tang Sect was actually the curator of Laoshan Neijia Boxing. Many old-timers of the school are known as the masters of a generation of Chinese martial arts.
He was just looking at Zhao Guangrong's idea to make plans, and he didn't think about really confronting Tang Zichen.
Seeing that Zhao Guangrong had changed into another outfit, he walked into the small conference room next to the auditorium side by side with Tang Zichen and Wang Chao, and he followed suit.
As soon as several people entered the small meeting room, they sat down. Wang Chao said: "Master Zhao, I offended you just now." Then he said to Huo Ling'er who was following behind: "Go and get the medicine for throat training."
After a while, Huo Ling'er brought a small bottle of potion, Wang Chao took it, stood up, stretched out his index finger, and took off the coiled golden needle with a flick of luck. Immediately straightened up, walked behind Zhao Guangrong, licked the liquid medicine in the bottle with a needle, pierced and twisted his cervical spine a few times.
Zhao Guangrong didn't move either, just watched quietly.
Following Wang Chao's pricking for more than ten minutes, he only felt itchy throat, coughed violently, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and immediately felt refreshed. Speak out: "As expected of being the best in Chinese martial arts, Zhao admires it."
"Congratulations. Recently, I have joined forces with our Nanyang boxers to create a set of superior boxing techniques of our Tang Sect. It has been passed down through the ages like Taizu Changquan. I wonder if Master Zhao is interested?"
It turns out that the authentic Taizu Changquan handed down by Zhao Guangrong's family has many routines, which are completely different from the Taizu Changquan circulated in the general society. In addition to many secret hands and footwork, there is also a set of routines passed down from Chen Chuan of Huashan in the Song Dynasty. The ancestral "immortal sleep" Qi training method, combined with massage, can make oneself fall into a deep sleep. Sleeping for one hour is much better than ordinary people sleeping for seven or eight hours.
When Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin met the old ancestor Chen Chuan of Huashan, he got such a "sleeping fairy" Qi training method, he was full of energy every day, and he spent twice as much time learning and practicing boxing as others, and he was able to fight a huge country. A group of strange people who know martial arts in the army, boxing masters, discussed and pondered day and night, and only then created a set of "Taizu Changquan".
This set of Changquan gathers the wisdom of many people. It integrates Taoist health-preserving skills, qi training, military art, and fighting skills in battle. It is a top-notch boxing technique.
What Wang Chao is going to do now is exactly the same as what Zhao Kuangyin did. This is a huge feat in the history of martial arts. It was also a grand event for the Tang Sect.
Among Zhao Guangrong's Taizu Changquan, there are the "immortal sleeping" Qi training method, the "giant spirit god's eye method", and the seven-star power Yubu, which are of great help to Wang Chao.