In history, there are many well-known female generals who were coaxed by the story of the story of storytelling. In real life, Li Muye doubts whether such a tiger has ever existed in the world. Today is the standard answer.
The 75-kilogram Sanda athlete on the ring was beaten only by parrying power, but not having the power to fight back. It's not because of inferior skills, it is because Lu Shaofen's power is too unreasonable. There are not many routines to speak of. Basically, it is Western boxing plus a little legwork. The glove uses 14 ounces, which protects the impact of the blow. For professional Sanda athletes, it is relatively easy to defend. The key thing is the long legs.
This vicious and vicious kick of the foot cannot be used here, otherwise, if you kick your leg bones or stomach all at once, you will suffer serious injuries if you die. But even if she doesn't need to poke her feet to hurt people, her long legs are still very overwhelming. The young man was covered with tendons, and after three legs, he covered his arm and came down.
The fist is like a storm, and the legs are like a poisonous dragon. Li Muye thought very modestly that Lao Tzu might not be able to endure it. This girl is practicing volleyball. If she participates in professional fighting competitions, she should be assigned to the men's heavyweight group. A woman's head will kill her.
She stood in the middle of the ring, looking domineeringly at the stage, and everyone followed her gaze to Li Muye. Lu Shaofen made a please gesture. Li Muye lowered his head to tie his shoelaces, seemingly unaware that she was challenging herself. So the girl yelled: "Uncle Li, I can listen to Ulanzhu. Can you chase Lao Cui around the house, why? Don't you bother to fight with your niece?"
Li Muye raised his head and glanced at her, then quickly lowered his head to tinker with the laces of the other shoe.
Ulanzhu couldn't stand aside anymore, and said, "Why don't I go up and play with you for him!"
Lu Shaofen shook his head and said, "Although you are a professional, I promised my grandma not to practice fighting events and never stand on the ring with girls."
Wulanzhu still wanted to insist. Li Muye knew that he couldn't hide, so he stopped her and said, "This girl is not angry at you. She won't really fight you when you go up." Straighten up and walk towards the ring.
"Wait a minute!" A man in his twenties, who looked very powerful, raised his voice and asked from the stage: "Shaofen, who is this guy? We have been in line for a long time. , Why does he come on stage to fight you?"
Li Muye smelled a sour smell across the ring. Feelings, this girl is very popular in this club.
Lu Shaofen apparently knew this person and responded: "This is my Uncle Li, a good friend of my father, who came to see me on my dad's trust. He also bought a house here and let me live there. Where is his house."
Fuck, this kid's conscience is badly broken. Li Muye could already feel the strong hostility in the eyes from the opposite side of the ring after these words.
As the old saying goes, it is difficult to raise only a villain, but as expected, the worse followed.
"Dachengzi, do you want to do two tricks with my Uncle Li?" Lu Shaofen said loudly, "My Uncle Li is a real martial arts master, polished in actual combat, and it is not the same way as you academics. It's not that I underestimate you, but your fist can't stop my uncle Li with three punches and kicks, do you believe it or not?"
This man has a violent temper. He was immediately unable to restrain himself by Lu Shaofen's fierce general. He took off his jacket and boarded the ring, quickly put on his protective gear, and said, "I'm not convinced by this enthusiasm, what is that, your name is Li What? My name is Song Xicheng, a 91 kg boxer, dare you come up and let me see how powerful your fists are?"
This cargo is as long as a black iron tower, with a height of one and a half meters, and its arms and legs are as strong as rafters. The phrase describing a person as strong as a calf is obviously inappropriate for him. This cargo looks like a calf. He was as strong as his dad, and he was a bull with obvious anger.
Li Muye wondered how he could delay until Lao Cui came to the rescue, and didn't plan to fight. Standing still under the stage, he said: "Little brother, don't be so stinky. If I had just come from the north and I am a little uncomfortable, I will pull you off in the morning. I think you can pick a cheap one now. Brother is in no state to play with you."
This Song Xicheng has a bad temper, and his mouth is quite stinky. Seeing that Lu Shaofen doesn’t seem to object to him running this uncle Li, he has no scruples, and continues to provoke: "Hey, I hear your accent from the northeast. Right, don’t you people from the Northeast claim that you dare not fight without you? It’s all about your mouth, right? The name is Li, I will call you publicly today. The men in the northeast are all bullshit, I would have never seen you before, or get out of here as soon as possible."
This is a bit boring. Li Muye lowered his head and suddenly glanced at Lu Shaofen with a tilted face. This girl was a bit angry, and avoided Li Muye's gaze when making eye contact. Obviously, she was also a little guilty. It was just that Li Muye was so wild before. When it's there, it's a bit hard to get off the ground right now.
"Then make gestures." Li Muye stretched lazily, shook off his shirt, and motioned to Ulanzhu to help him put on his gloves. Lu Shaofen reminded: "Don't forget the protective gear!" Li Muye smiled and looked at her, the little girl considered you to have a conscience. Waved his hand, suddenly raised his chest, and said: "I can't use that thing to beat him."
Song Xicheng breathed heavily, like a bull ready to go, his eyes flushed and stared at Li Muye.
"First of all, my brother, I have to clarify one thing to you. My ancestral home is not from the Northeast. I went through the Guandong and became a Northeastern. Our family has multiplied for four generations. My grandfather talked to the little devil because he shit in a Japanese bathhouse. During the fight, a kitchen knife hacked to death two little Japanese and was shot. My grandfather entered the mountain as a bandit at the age of 22, specializing in robbing the immigrants of the little Japanese. After liberation, he was sentenced to eight years for surrendering. My father will not say anything. In short, people from the Northeast are stuck on a person surnamed Zhang, but even this person surnamed Zhang has at least one indomitable father."
Li Muye ran the train with his mouth full, and first patted the boy with big talk.
Song Xicheng's lips couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the big bad guy who had been soaking in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, standing there was completely speechless, only listening.
"You want to fight with me. It's not too much. Young people are aggressive. This girl is my friend's daughter. Call me uncle. Actually, we are not a few years old. You think she is going with me. It’s not a taste anymore. I can understand this, but you shouldn’t have rejected all the men from the Northeast. They are all Chinese, and they are all learning Chinese culture. You call it uneducated, okay? In order to prevent you from being taught to be a man by a more ruthless man, today's uncle will give you a lesson for free."
Li Muye opened his hand and said very contemptuously: "Come here, let me see what you really have in addition to your bad mouth."
This battle is about the dignity of men. After a few words, there was no room for each other to lose.
Song Xicheng showed a fierce light in his eyes and rushed up silently.
Li Muye counted the steps he took, and when he was close to the distance that his fist could reach, Song Xicheng fisted in rounds. Li Muye did not dodge or dodge, rushed forward to meet his fist, and suddenly pierced his fist, and at the same time hugged this kid's waist. His movements were as fast as a gust of wind in a moment, and he was too fast to cover his ears. Carried him up. Severely pinched on the fist ring, rode up, and slammed his fists down like rain.
One punch opened the corner of Song Xicheng's eyes, and the second punch hit the nasal bone. Song Xicheng resisted with one hand, and tried to fight back with a fist with the other hand. Li Muye cleverly hugged his arm, while pressing his neck with his leg, pulling forcefully against the joints, Song Xicheng's arm made a dislocated click and called out in pain.
Lu Shaofen was the first to react. He walked over, bent over to hug Li Muye from behind, and dragged backwards abruptly. The two were separated abruptly. Song Xicheng's face was pale with pain, and he had no strength to stand up. From throwing the first punch to being unable to get up, it took less than ten seconds.
Li Muye shook off Lu Shaofen, took off his gloves swiftly, and pointed to Lu Shaofen with a look of anger, and said, "Are you satisfied now? Do you know where a man is the least to touch?" Lying down, Song Xicheng said loudly: "Dignity! Understand? He fell, but defended his dignity. Even if he knew he was invincible, he still dared to throw his fist at a powerful opponent. If you are defeated, you will not be stunned, and you will be able to fight back sooner or later, but I will ask you now, who is he for?"
Lu Shaofen had never experienced this battle before, and was a little short-circuited by the reprimand. Even though she was talented, she was just a little girl in an ivory tower after all. How could she compare with Li Muye's old world in her aura.
The spectators around were not Song Xicheng’s senior brothers or friends who often played together. Originally, everyone was a little angry when they saw Li Muye suddenly defeating Song Xicheng by illegal means, and they were even in the mood to beat Li Muye, but After hearing these words, he calmed down instead.
Li Muye continued to say loudly: "Don't say yes, I tell you, he is for you! As a girl, it doesn't matter if you are headstrong. The society is always tolerant to you, but you can't be headstrong. You are my best elder brother. My daughter, as an elder, I have a responsibility to let you understand that willfulness comes at a price."
At this time, Lao Cui had appeared at the door and was walking to the front of the ring.
Li Muye said: "Aren't you conceited to be able to fight? Okay, I will find you an opponent today to let you understand that fists can't solve all problems. When you are headstrong, you are about to lose face." He beckoned Lao Cui to come up and said: "This girl wants to find someone to have a good fight. I'm in no mood today. You can fight for me with her. Don't be careless and you don't have to be too polite, okay?"
Old Cui didn't fully understand, but Li Muye had already threw his gloves to him, leaving behind Lu Shaofen, who was completely messed up and a little guilty, and helped Song Xicheng, who had the same embarrassed look, up and walked off the ring in the past.
Li Muye, who walked off the ring, was secretly happy, he was, fortunately Lao Tzu was witty enough, otherwise he would have to suffer a violent beating today.
Song Xicheng on the side said: "Brother, you don't need to support me. This injury is nothing to our professional sports people. I can stand by myself."
This is even the big brother!
The two looked at each other, Li Muye used a strong attitude to show that there was nothing to do with Lu Shaofen, and the jealousy in everyone's hearts was lightened. Hearing that full of male hormones and cleverly saved Song Xicheng's face After his speech, all contradictions disappeared. They cast their eyes on the ring.
Only Lao Cui and Lu Shaofen were left on the ring. (End of this chapter)