Abyss Express

The second floor of the entertainment room is the fighting training hall.

The fighting coach Bu Meteor invited was a serious Vale Tudo (unlimited fighting) athlete named Li Zongzhu.

Twenty-eight years old, the age of fighting.

Teacher Li is 177 centimeters tall and weighs 58.8 kilograms. He earns a living in the UFC and is also a lightweight boxer.

Under the four-cornered rope arena, Jiang Xueming carefully observed Teacher Li's posture.

——The muscles on his body are definitely not strong, some of the subcutaneous fat is used as armor, and it is also used as a physical reserve for the twelve rounds of the group arena.

——There are many tiny bulging nodules on his elbows, which should be the marks left by long-term fighting training and boxing with students.

——His arm span is a little longer than that of ordinary people, his palms are big, his waist is long and his legs are short.

"Boy!" Teacher Li Zongzhu yelled, "Change your clothes."

Without saying a word, Xue Ming changed into a clean and crisp vest and shorts, put on half-finger gloves, and then climbed onto the ring.

"Hey." Teacher Li said with a playful smile, "I'm not as talkative as Lao Liu, and I can't hold back my fists. If I accidentally hurt you later, don't speak ill of me to Young Master Xing."

On the contrary, Jiang Xueming had a reassuring expression: "That's good, Master Li Zongzhu, don't worry, I won't speak ill of you."

Li Zongzhu was not in a hurry to make a move. He had to ask Xueming about his fighting foundation first. The gap between professional athletes and ordinary people was too great. Hiring him to punch would require an appearance fee. As for losing money, isn't it a blood loss?

"Young Master Xing means that he has never seen you fight with others before." Teacher Li raised his eyebrows teasingly: "Do you know how to fight? Do you have any experience in fighting before? Seeing that you are white and tender, with good facial features, I am afraid you have never been through it before." Beat it?"

Jiang Xueming carefully recalled that when he was selling offal at the Hung Hom subway station, he got off work after ten o'clock in the evening, and the subway didn't stop.

At this point in time, there were many pickpockets and hooligans who committed crimes in groups, and he had encountered many of them.

The pickpocket's stealing skills are very unfamiliar. Usually, they hire half-grown children and let middle school students do the stealing.

If it doesn't work, it will be the turn of the gangsters to use iron rods.

Jiang Xueming also dealt with these people, greeted them, and finally became one with them, and the fight became very hot.

He never kept an overnight grudge.

When he met a student working part-time as a pickpocket to earn pocket change, Xue Ming had already emptied his pockets and locked all the large sums of money in the cash register of the lo mei shop.

If he encountered a group of small animals blocking the way, he would take out a crumpled cigarette case and hand out cigarettes one by one to make up for his smile. Things are over.

When he ran into a local snake carrying a weapon, he usually ran straight away, running very fast.

In the past four years, Jiang Xueming had only one confrontation with others.

That time, he really couldn't escape, so six people were blocked in the alley, double-teaming back and forth.

He just begged - he had no money with him. I don't want to be beaten either. It's useless to send cigarettes there.

The culprit collected the cigarettes and asked him to go back to the subway station and open the store to withdraw money from the cashier.

He still begged—the money in the cash register belongs to the store manager. He is just a laborer from a poor family. If the surveillance camera records something happening in the store, not only will he lose his job, but he will also be regarded as an accomplice by the police. Sit in jail.

The gangster ignored him and showed his weapon.

He finally begged—hope that his face will not be hurt, if this face is bruised and purple, the traffic will be cut in half.

"Is there really nothing to talk about?"

This was the last sentence he said, and it was also the last sentence that Big Brother Ye Bei taught him to be humble and forbearing.

He couldn't remember much about that night——

— It was more than two years ago.

In that alley, he first poked his eyes and kicked his crotch to grab the steel rod, and then he hit his head and face.

He cracked the right arm of the gangster in the road, and the bone was exposed, and he pierced the guy's leather jacket.

Immediately after, the villains and accomplices behind him rushed forward, trying to subdue him.

He hid in the garbage truck on the side wall, pulled up the bucket of water and threw it out. The stick in his hand was deformed and bent due to the continuous violent blows, and he threw it out together.

Immediately afterwards, he threw whatever he caught.

The side wall of the alleyway is the back door of the kitchen of a tea restaurant in the Gangsheng Market - when he finished throwing away his things, the criminals were howling and wailing.

There was also a boy in the atmosphere group who was the youngest in grade, who seemed to be pulled to make up for his courage. Seeing his companions falling down one by one, he wanted to escape to the intersection, and collapsed on the ground halfway through.

At that moment, Jiang Xueming came back to his senses and returned to normal from the detached state of rapid adrenal gland surge.

The door, window glass and door handle of the back door of the tea restaurant are missing. He dismantled it with his bare hands.

The guy from the atmosphere group just now had a lump the size of a chestnut swelled up on the back of his head, and he passed out.

In the dark alley, only broken doorknobs and shards of glass glowed.

Blood continued to spill from the intersection, and flowed into the sewer along with the pouring rain.

That day, Jiang Xueming was very responsible. He found the mobile phones from these people and called a white car, and then ran home like a fly.

After that, he never encountered this kind of trouble again. Occasionally, once or twice, he bumped into a middle school student who came to work as a part-time pickpocket. He wanted to go up and say hello, and asked if the injured people were healthy—whether he wanted to lose money, or if he could No hassle of life lawsuits.

These students saw Xueming's face and the apron on Xueming's body clearly, and ran away as if they had seen a plague god.

He can only remember so much.

"Hey! Student Jiang Xueming!" Teacher Li raised his voice: "Student Jiang Xueming! Don't be in a daze! Answer the teacher's question carefully. Have you ever fought with someone before? Can you fight?"

"Uh..." Jiang Xueming gave the most conservative answer: "If fighting is not a fight, I should be... understand a little bit."

"I understand a little bit." Li Zongzhu showed disgusted eyes: "I know a little bit about everything, and you are mysterious, so you listen to my instructions!"

"Okay!" Jiang Xueming straightened his body.

Teacher Li: "Sink your knees and drop your elbows."

Xueming followed suit.

Teacher Li: "Raise your arms."

Xueming continued to do so.

Teacher Li: "Get ready to fight."

At this moment, Xue Ming worked hard to mobilize his muscles, trying to wake up his tired body again.

In the shooting training just now, he felt that his physical strength was running out, and he should have a good rest before accepting another teacher's test.

But he thought that the enemy would not give him time to rest.

It was as if he had been working all day, and at ten o'clock in the evening he dragged his weak body and went home in the cold rain.

The gangsters will not give him time to rest.

If selling offal is his profession, then stealing, robbery, murder and murder are the professions of these people.

When he was exhausted, perhaps these professional criminals were sleeping soundly and full of strength.

There's nothing fair about it, that's life.

"It's too high, it's low, it's tight, it's stiff." Teacher Li gently patted Jiang Xueming's boxing frame to correct his standing posture: "It seems that you don't know how to fight at all."

Jiang Xueming replied: "Yes, I don't understand at all."

"Hit me." Teacher Li covered his face with his palm and protected his heart with a punch.

Jiang Xueming asked, "How?"

Mrs. Li couldn’t laugh or cry: "I fought in the way you are best at and most comfortable. How to fight? You can’t even stand on the punching pole, so how can I ask you to fight? You can fight as you like! Treat the ring as a street, No rules, no limits."

Jiang Xueming then asked: "Really? Teacher Li?"

"Are you still afraid of hurting me?" Li Zongzhu smiled and said, "I earn my living by fighting, so don't use your hobbies to challenge other people's careers, okay?"

"good"

The voice has not yet fallen——

—— Li Zongzhu only felt a cold in his crotch.

Almost instinctively drove him to clamp his legs, and his body suddenly leaned down.

Jiang Xueming kicked out his provocative legs, and ran with such force that he would cut off his sons and grandchildren.

Li Zongzhu's face turned green from fright, and his two powerful thighs clamped tightly to the sudden sterile kick.

His reaction was very quick, the elbows protecting his heart followed his body in defense, stopping Xue Ming's legs abruptly at the knees of both legs.

Teacher Li was covered in cold sweat, raised his head and asked, "Do you talk about martial arts?"

"If it's really a fight." Jiang Xueming said frankly, "I should have picked up a red brick just now, or got a pair of big scissors, and did it while the teacher lowered his head to protect his crotch."

"Oh oh oh!" Li Zongzhu was very angry. Thinking that this was Xing Shao's friend, he couldn't get angry: "You said it! You said it! I'm sorry! Student Jiang Xueming!"

"Sorry, I don't use these vicious tricks anymore." Jiang Xueming retracted his legs: "Please teach me, teacher."

"You can't kick the crotch." Li Zongzhu frowned, pointing at Jiang Xueming: "You can't get in the eyes, you can't hit the back of the head, this is the most basic rule in the UFC ring, you can mess with others as you like when you get out of the ring, at least respect it Tell me about my occupation."

"Okay, teacher." Jiang Xueming thought to himself—that's not what you said just now.

Li Zongzhu turned on the defensive, and immediately ordered: "Hit me."

Jiang Xueming punched naturally.

The light slap was like hitting a fly, Li Zongzhu still had two brushes, and easily intercepted Xue Ming's fist.

"Slow! Keep hitting."

Xue Ming punched again, still with a left fist.

Li Zongzhu is still slapping, the palm on the side of the face is like a big net, and the pace of advancing and retreating is like dancing tango.

"Slow! Still slow! Don't stop!"

The sound of fast and powerful slaps sounded in the fighting arena.

Xue Ming's eyes wandered back and forth between the nylon floor, Mr. Li's steps, shoulders, neck and arms.

The outstretched fist is like an arrow shot out.

Muscles are like bowstrings, bones are like bow sticks, and fists are like arrows. The moment the arrow was released, it twisted and twisted. It was intercepted by Mr. Li's palm halfway, and it was deflected towards a position that was irrelevant.

Li Zongzhu felt his body warm up, and his spirit became excited.

He felt that this kid was a malleable talent.

"Slow! Too slow! Move! Student Jiang Xueming, move! Start from the ground!"