The road to fame and fame in the world, on both sides of civil and military.
A martial artist spends his whole life pursuing powerful force, of course, not for the purpose of cultivating the morale of his friends, at least not until he becomes famous.
What Happiness and Fury is pursuing all his life is to carry forward Khmer Boxing and become a master of boxing that goes down in history. For this goal, he doesn't care about God blocking and killing God, Buddha blocking and killing Buddha. He killed whoever stood in his way. After years of hard work, he is now almost reaching his goal.
He is fifty-six years old, and he has already passed the age of peak physical strength. Although his tactics have become more mature, his physical strength is already declining.
This is a problem that all Khmer boxers are unavoidable. They are best at fighting and killing, but they lack scientific training and cultivation methods, so they can't stay at the peak for many years like Xuan Chen. What is simple is that he has accumulated enough fame in his peak years, opened many boxing gyms in Nanyang, and succeeded in accepting many disciples with good strength. Among them, Apacha is his most proud apprentice.
He couldn't keep his peak, he could only put the heavy task of representing the peak level of Khmer boxing on his disciples. Xiangbi has high hopes for Apacha, and even hopes that this apprentice will one day represent the Khmer boxing defeat of Nai Peng, and give him a sigh of viciousness that has been suppressed for many years in his chest.
But now, Apcha was suddenly killed.
He wanted to challenge him as soon as he heard the news of his death, but the sponsor did not allow him to do so. Although the master of boxing is arrogant, it is difficult to break free from the shackles of the worldly five buckets of rice. All can only be done in accordance with the intentions of the sponsors of Dongying. So I didn't challenge it until today.
Although he had trained several killers for those Dongying people, he still firmly believed that he was a boxer and not a killer. Since you are a boxer, you should solve the problem in the way of a boxer. Yesterday, among those who conspired against Li Muye at the dock, a Khmer boxer with a scimitar was also his disciple. He died after being shot three times in the body. In his opinion, as a warrior, such a death is a shame.
Xi'anbi stood in the courtyard of the gym, full of murderous aura. Li Muye only glanced at him and knew that An Yiru was unlikely to be his opponent. Although this man's physical strength has passed the peak, he has a calm mind, experienced killing methods, and a deadly weapon all over his body. When he looks at people, he looks like a tiger that has eaten human flesh.
Although An Yiru's physical strength is at the peak of his life, it is due to the inherent limitations of women. The hardness of the bones and the ability to resist fighting cannot be compared with the ratio of happiness and anger. Secondly, she grew up in the depths of the mountains in the peaceful age, and lived too long without fighting with the world. In her past experience, she had no experience of fighting for life and death. She used a pair of iron fists to strike a world in the land of tigers and wolves in Southeast Asia. Compared with Grand Master, her fist is too gentle.
Bai Qi's body injury is not serious, but it hurts to his knees. If he shoots forcibly, another injury is likely to cause lifelong regrets. Moreover, the opponent in front of him fisted the Pharaoh Dao, and his murderous heart was full. To the young white, he said that it was too much experience to compete with such an old tiger-level opponent.
After a night of rest and recuperation, Li Muye's internal injury has healed by seven or eight points, but the trauma on his leg has not been healed. The impact is somewhat, but it is still a battle. It's just that this kind of open challenge contest has never been his strong point. Li Muye's abilities are all forged in the tempering of the rivers and lakes, some surgical methods are not available, and Ono's combat effectiveness is bound to be greatly reduced. The opponent has rich fighting experience, even if the mental training is not as good as him, but only muscle memory will not have too many flaws.
When she was thinking about it, An Yiru by her side had already stood up.
"Taichi Taoist gate, An Yiru, represents the Taoist Gymnasium to accept the challenge of Master Happy-Anger than." An Yiru said in the newly learned Jing dialect.
She wore a moon-white embroidered lotus dress today, with an elegant look, a graceful figure, and her long hair falling naturally. The breeze brushed her hair, adding a bit of ethereal charm. Li Muye had the intention to stop. When the words came to her lips, An Yiru suddenly looked back and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I still can't bear to leave you."
Bai Qi also wanted to play for her in the past, but Li Muye didn't say anything, he didn't dare to act rashly, and anxiously said to the side: Uncle, uncle, my injury is really not a problem, you say something, Ann The aunt will be dangerous.
Li Muye's face was stern, looking motionless like a mountain. In my heart, An Yiru will be in Nanyang for a long time, and she will experience some things sooner or later. Naturally, the sooner this process is, the better. Bai Wuxia spoke highly of An Yiru, and even expected her to break through the shackles of human evolution and reach the state of transformation like Abe Qingkong. If you just rely on practice and comprehension, it is almost impossible to achieve. Only fighting with masters and stimulating the desire to continuously improve is the best way to evolve.
Thinking from this perspective, the opponent in front of him is actually a rare opportunity. Although you have to take a high risk, you have to protect yourself after all. Even if it is an open competition, in principle, a third person is not allowed to intervene, but how can Brother Ono be constrained by this fame and rules? If there is any mortal danger, it is a big deal to give him a shot on the side. Then all the infamy will be taken over, anyway, without the infamy, the current reputation of the director of the special adjustment office is already inaudible.
Li Muye did not move, Xiao Baiqi could only mutter to himself, even if the bones all over his body were stimulated by the aura of the Khmer boxer, he did not dare to make his own claim.
"You are practicing Tai Chi." Happiness and Fury raised his knees and elbows, showing a typical Khmer boxing frame, and said: "Twenty years ago, I used to fight against a master who is proficient in Tai Chi in the Philippines. Before that, I thought Taijiquan was a method of keeping good health. After fighting with that person, I realized that Taijiquan was divided into training and fighting methods. That person's artillery hammer was very powerful. We finally fought a match. I also asked him for advice. The way to maintain one’s health, it’s a pity that he was obstructed by the rules of his teacher, so he was only willing to teach me the principle of nurturing one enemy."
As he spoke, he exchanged his feet and moved forward alternately, moving slowly but vigorously.
An Yi stood there like a T-step, looking at each other intently, and said: "Master of joy and anger, I heard your name on the first day I came to Hanoi. Today I saw Zun Fan really extraordinary. Before the official match, I I want to ask you a question."
Xiangbi stopped and said, "If you want to fight, what can I ask?"
"Your fist bones are strong, elbows protruding, shoulders, head, knees, feet, and every protruding point on the whole body have been trained into lethal weapons by you. This is really an amazing realm of boxing." An Yi Ru first gave a compliment, and then asked: "But I don't know which weapon in your body, Master, is the most powerful?"
This question is obviously a bit out of the ordinary, and An Yiru did not expect the ratio of joy and anger to answer positively, so she asked herself and answered: "Everyone knows that Khmer boxing has powerful elbows and knees, and its punches are powerful and powerful, but I guess you Your head is the most powerful killer in your body."
With a change of joy and anger, he sneered and asked, "How can you see it?"
An Yiru said: "Why didn't I tell you first? What I want to ask you is, in the last three years, have you often suffered from headaches and splitting, and then your whole body is sore and numb that you can hardly move? Any problems?" (End of this chapter)