The road to fame and fortune in the world is divided into civil and military affairs.
A warrior who spends his whole life pursuing powerful force is certainly not doing it to make friends with martial arts and cultivate his character, at least not before he achieves success and fame.
What Xinnubi pursues throughout his life is to promote Khmer Boxing and become a great master of boxing that will go down in history. For this goal, he doesn't care if God blocks God or Buddha blocks Buddha. He killed anyone who stood in his way. After years of hard work, he is now almost there.
He is already fifty-six years old and has long passed the peak of his physical strength. Although his fighting skills have become more mature, his physical strength is declining after all.
This is a problem that all Khmer boxers cannot escape. They are best at fighting and killing methods, but they lack scientific training and training methods, so they cannot stay at the top for many years like Xuan Chen. The simple thing is that he has accumulated enough fame in his peak years, opened many boxing gyms in Nanyang, and successively accepted many disciples with good strength. Among them, Apacha was his most proud disciple.
He had no way to retain his peak, so he could only place the responsibility of representing the peak level of Khmer Boxing on his disciples. Joy and Anger have high hopes for Apacha, and even hope that this apprentice can one day represent the Khmer Boxing and defeat Naipeng Sha, and relieve him of the evil that has been suppressed in his chest for many years.
But now, Apacha was suddenly beaten to death.
As soon as he heard about the death, he wanted to challenge, but his sponsors wouldn't allow him to do so. Although the great master of boxing is proud, he can't break free from the shackles of the worldly world. We can only do everything according to the wishes of the Japanese sponsors. So I didn’t come here to challenge until today.
Although he had trained several killers for those Japanese, he still firmly believed that he was a boxer and not a killer. Since you are a boxer, you should solve problems in a boxer's way. Among the people who plotted against Li Muye at the dock yesterday was a Khmer boxer who wielded a machete and was also his disciple. He was shot three times and died after returning home. In his opinion, as a warrior, such a death is a shame.
Xiunbi stood in the courtyard of the gym, filled with murderous aura. Li Muye knew at just one glance that An Yiru was unlikely to be his opponent. Although this man's physical strength has passed its peak, he has a calm mind, a sophisticated killing technique, and is full of deadly weapons. When he looks at people, he looks like a tiger that has eaten human flesh, with a ferocious and confident gaze.
Although An Yiru's physical strength is at the peak of her life, it is due to the innate limitations of women. The hardness of the bones and the ability to withstand blows cannot be compared with the happiness and anger ratio. Secondly, she grew up in the depths of the mountains in a peaceful era. She had lived a life without fighting against the world for too long. In her past experience, she had no experience of fighting for life and death with others. She was in the land of tigers and wolves in the South Seas and was a master of boxing who conquered the world with a pair of iron fists. Compared to the Grandmaster, her punches were too gentle.
The injury on Bai Qi's body was not serious, but it did damage his knee. If he forced the shot, further injury would probably cause lifelong regret. Moreover, the opponent in front of him was a boxing master with a murderous intention. For the young Bai Qi, it would be too much of a disadvantage to compete with such an old tiger-level opponent in terms of experience.
After a night's rest, Li Muye's internal injuries had healed seven to eight points, but the external injuries on his legs had not yet healed. The effects were somewhat severe, but he was still able to fight. It's just that this kind of open challenge has never been his strong point. Li Muye's abilities were all forged in the battles of Jianghu. If some surgical methods are not used, Brother Xiaoye's combat effectiveness will inevitably be greatly reduced. The opponent has rich fighting experience. Even if his mental cultivation is not as good as his, there won't be many flaws based on muscle memory alone.
While he was thinking about it, An Yiru beside him had already stepped forward.
"Tai Chi Taoist school, An Yiru, on behalf of the Taoist school, accepts the challenge of Master Xinnubi." An Yiru said in the newly learned Jing language.
Today she wore a moon-white Taoist dress embroidered with lotuses. She looked elegant, had a graceful figure, and her long hair fell naturally. The breeze ruffled her hair, adding a touch of elegance and fairy charm. Li Muye wanted to stop him, but when the words came to his lips, An Yiru suddenly looked back and smiled, saying: "Don't worry, I still can't bear to leave you."
Bai Qi also wanted to go over and fight on her behalf, but Li Muye didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He kept muttering anxiously to the side: Uncle, uncle, my injury is really nothing. Just say something, An. My aunt will be in danger.
Li Muye looked on with a straight face, as still as a mountain. She secretly thought that An Yiru would be in Nanyang for a long time, and she would have to experience some things sooner or later. Naturally, the sooner this process occurs, the better. Bai Wuxia has a high opinion of An Yiru, and even hopes that she can break through the shackles of human evolution and reach the level of transformation like Abe Qingkong. If you just rely on practice and understanding, it is almost impossible to achieve. Only by competing with masters and stimulating the desire to continuously improve yourself is the best way to evolve.
Thinking from this perspective, the opponent in front of you is actually a rare opportunity. Although he has to bear high risks, he is protected by himself after all. Even if it is an open martial arts competition, in principle, no third party is allowed to intervene, but what kind of person is Ono Brother, how can he be bound by this false name and customs? If there is any real danger to his life, the worst he can do is give this guy a shot on the side. Then just take all the infamy. Anyway, without this infamy, the director of the Special Investigation Office would already have a bad reputation.
Li Muye remained motionless, and Xiao Baiqi could only mutter to himself. Even though all the bones in his body were itched by the aura of the great Khmer boxer, he did not dare to make his own decision.
"You practice Tai Chi." Xiu Bi raised his knees and raised his elbows, showing off a typical Khmer boxing stance, and said: "Twenty years ago in the Philippines, I fought against a master who was proficient in Tai Chi. Before that, I thought Tai Chi was a boxing method for maintaining health. After fighting with that person, I learned that Tai Chi is divided into training methods and fighting methods. That person's cannon hammer was very powerful. In the end, we fought evenly. I even asked him for advice. Regarding ways to maintain health, it’s a pity that due to the rules of the sect, he is only willing to teach me the principle of nourishing a hundred enemies.”
As he spoke, he switched his feet and leaned forward alternately, his movements were slow but powerful.
An Yiru stood there, looking at the other party intently, and said: "Master Xinnubi, I heard your name on the first day I came to Hanoi. It is really extraordinary to meet Zunfan today. Before the official fight, I I have a question to ask you."
Joy and Nubi stopped and said, "If you want to be beaten, I'll beat you. What else can I ask?"
"Your fist bones are thick, your elbows are protruding, and every protruding point on your shoulders, head, knees, feet, and your whole body has been trained into a deadly weapon. This is really an amazing level of boxing." An Yi Ru first praised, and then asked: "I don't know, Master, which part of your body is the most powerful weapon?"
This question was obviously a bit out of line, and An Yiru didn't expect Joy and Anger to answer it directly, so she asked and answered: "Everyone else knows that the elbows and knees of Khmer boxing are powerful, and the punches are fierce and powerful, but I guess you Your head is the most powerful killing move on your body."
His expression changed from happiness to anger, and he asked with a sneer: "How can you see it?"
An Yiru said: "I won't tell you how I found out. What I want to ask you is, in the past three years, have you often had splitting headaches, and then your whole body was sore and numb that you could hardly move? When you got to the hospital, you couldn't find out. Any problems?" (End of Chapter)