Dreams of the Fragrant River

In the boxing ring, Kang Jianfei won't score for that blow just now, even if he pushes the opponent to the ground a hundred times and falls into a dog, he won't score.

However, Prince Mohammed, who has served in the army, naturally likes to play random fighting. Kang Jianfei only took a few seconds to push him down, which aroused his interest even more.

Muhammad's main attacking method still relies on fists, his legs, knees and elbows are just auxiliary tools, and he basically does not defend against the bottom lane. Kang Jianfei played very dirty. He walked around the prince with his footsteps, and after knocking him out, he could trip him with a hook.

Muhammad Kong has brute strength and good boxing, but he can't display any strength. That's how boxers are. They can't play against opponents who don't play cards according to the routine. Back then, boxing champion Ali was kicked and swollen by Zhumu lying on the ground. This is an example.

After falling several times and finally unable to hold back, Prince Mohammed said, "Kang, can you not attack your lower body?"

"Ok!" Kang Jianfei laughed.

Kang Jianfei no longer attacked Mohammed's bottom lane, but began to point to the opponent's mid lane. Every time the prince attacked with punches and kicks, he would go straight into the center of the palace to attack.

Chinese kung fu must not be cowardly in boxing. When the opponent hits a punch, don't back off. As soon as you back off, you will enter the rhythm of others, and you are not far from losing if you are next to a fist. When facing a boxer, you must rush up to fight in close quarters, play bunts so that the opponent has no room to punch, and control the scene in your own hands. Of course, this is under the circumstance that the two sides are not far from each other in size. If the weight difference is very different, it is best to turn around and run away.

Kang Jianfei's Feihe Quan is known for his short punches, and when he sees an opportunity, he sticks it to Muhammad's leg with his knees. After disrupting the opponent's footwork, his palms, arms, elbows, fists, fingers and claws begin The power is full, and all the moves used are short-distance force.

Muhammad is more miserable than before. There was no room for the punch, and Kang Jianfei pinned his leg with a Muay Thai knee hit, and attacked with an elbow and had to eat Kang Jianfei's small grab. He had only one last means of defending against the enemy. That is to open his arms and hug Kang Jianfei.

It is a pity that this prince is strong and strong, and his height is more than ten centimeters shorter than Kang Jianfei. Moreover, at the age of fifty, he was not as strong as Kang Jianfei. He would be freed within a second of hugging Kang Jianfei, and then he would continue to be abused.

"Okay, I admit defeat!" Prince Mohammed said very single, but he didn't look depressed, but asked curiously, "How did you use the movements that bound each other's wrists just now?"

"You mean small capture? His Royal Highness, you stretch out your hand. That's right. That's it, you come to attack me..." Kang Jianfei explained the small capture moves to the prince very carefully.

After clarifying a few key points, two of Muhammad's royal fighting coaches came one after another. One was an American named Mike who practiced boxing, and the other was a black and thin Thai, Prasong.

Mohammad smiled and said to Mike and Bassoon, "This Mr. Kang's Chinese kung fu is very good, you can play two games with him."

Mike rubbed his fists with a smile and said, "I've seen the movie "Mrs. Smith" starring you, oh, you're so cool in the movie, but unfortunately it's of no practical value."

Prasong, a Thai who practices boxing all day long, does not know Kang Jianfei's identity. He thought he was using the name of kung fu to fool Mohammed, and immediately said: "His Royal Highness, Chinese kung fu is a trick to deceive people. I have come into contact with many so-called kung fu masters, and their kung fu can only be regarded as juggling."

Mohammed's own level is not good, but he likes to watch masters play tricks. He asked Kang Jianfei: "Mr. Kang, this coach Ba Song's Muay Thai is very good, are you interested in fighting with him?"

"I really want to see real Muay Thai." Kang Jianfei said with a smile.

Muhammad said: "The two of you start, don't attack the vital parts."

Ba Song said to Kang Jianfei, "You can wear protective gear."

Kang Jianfei hooked his hand and said, "Come directly."

Ba Song didn't know what it meant to be polite. As soon as Kang Jianfei finished speaking, he kicked him directly. Just looking at that momentum is a few blocks taller than Prince Mohammed. Before his legs could be kicked, Kang Jianfei felt a sharp wind from his legs.

Kang Jianfei waved his arm to block. It was as if the arm had been smashed by someone with an iron rod, and it was impossible to release the force. Can only resist down.

"Damn, this is a master!" As soon as he played against Kang Jianfei, he knew that he had met a great man. This guy named Ba Song had the strength to be a Muay Thai king, and he didn't know where he came from.

Bassong, who had kicked one leg, was also surprised. He could directly break the banana tree with the kick just now, but Kang Jianfei only leaned slightly afterward.

"It's interesting!" Basong's face showed a hideous smile, and it was another set of combos.

After Kang Jianfei crossed over, he didn't spend much time practicing boxing, but the benefits of crossing gave him a strong physique and amazing reflexes.

It's just that Bassong's style of play was so wild that he completely gave up his defense and went straight to his life, leaving Kang Jianfei to deal with it passively. In fact, Ba Song is full of loopholes, but Kang Jianfei can't attack those loopholes at all, unless he goes out and loses both.

Kang Jianfei didn't want to get hurt, so he could only dodge and retreat, as if he was being beaten by Bassong.

James Cameron was a complete layman. He saw Kang Jianfei "fleeing" after being beaten. He walked up to Mohammed and said in a low voice, "His Royal Highness, tell them to stop. If Mr. Kang is injured, it will not look good."

Mohammed also thought that Kang Jianfei was dying, but before he could speak, Mike, who was beside him, smiled and said, "Don't worry, Prince, if it's in the ring, Bassoon doesn't even have a single effective attack, but is rapidly consuming physical strength."

Hearing Mike's words, Muhammad observed it carefully, and sure enough, Kang Jianfei avoided or blocked Basson's attack every time.

Kang Jianfei's purpose is to consume Basong's physical strength. This Thai guy's attack is too fierce. Unless he replaces injuries with injuries, it is better to try to roam and fight back.

But Bassoon was like a perpetual motion machine, and the full attack lasted for several minutes, but it didn't seem to stop at all.

"Damn, this is a bull!" Kang Jianfei groaned in his heart, changing someone at random, and after several minutes of high-intensity punches, he was tired and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Ba Song also complained bitterly in his heart. He felt that Kang Jianfei was like a nimble monkey, able to avoid his attacks perfectly every time, and his reaction speed was almost unhuman.

If he dragged it any further, he would definitely lose. Bassong let out a low roar, like an angry lion pounced on Kang Jianfei. After Kang Jianfei avoided his punch, Bassoon's elbow directly abstracted Kang Jianfei's throat, and at the same time, his knee pressed against Kang Jianfei's crotch.

This is completely a deadly method. It is not even necessary to call an ambulance next to each other, and it can be dragged directly to the crematorium.

Perhaps Kang Jianfei was still in a playful mentality before, but now he is angry.

Kang Jianfei's left palm pressed down on Bassong's knee, and the enormous force almost dislocated his wrist joint. At the same time, his body shrank and directly hit Bassong's chest with his head, and Bassong's cross elbow happened to be above Kang Jianfei's head. Sweep.

Kang Jianfei's forehead slammed into Basson's chest, and then his body leaned sideways, his elbows pressed against Basson's soft underbelly quickly and powerfully. Bassong was numb, and the speed of his counterattack was slowed by half a beat. Kang Jianfei's hand had already bent into the shape of a pickaxe, and he pecked at Bassong's belly button, and then another inch punch hit the opponent's waist.

It was only then that Basong was knocked away by Kang Jianfei's impact force, and fell to the ground clutching his stomach, his face pale and sweaty.

Kang Jianfei rubbed his sore wrist, turned to Muhammad and said, "His Royal Highness, ask someone to take him to the hospital, he should be rescued in time."

"What's wrong with him?" Muhammad only saw Kang Jianfei knock Bassong flying, but he didn't see Kang Jianfei's vicious little gesture.

"The internal organs were severely damaged," Kang Jianfei said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, your coach wanted my life just now, so I had to fight back."

Muhammad looked at Mike with questioning eyes. The speed of the fight between the two sides was too fast, and he didn't understand much because of his limited level.

Mike nodded and said, "Basson really wanted to kill Mr. Kang just now."

After confirming the situation, Muhammad said with an ugly face: "I'm sorry."

Kang Jianfei smiled and said, "It's just an accident."

Basson's behavior obviously made Muhammad's face pale. He didn't bother to look at Basson again, so he directly asked someone to drag him away, and he didn't know whether to send it to the hospital or throw it on the street to die.

Although there was a little accident, Mohammed became more and more interested in Kang Jianfei. At noon, he hosted a banquet in his private residence to entertain Kang Jianfei and Cameron.

During the banquet, Muhammad asked a lot of questions about Chinese Kung Fu, and Kang Jianfei also introduced what he knew.

The so-called experts in the mainland are basically liars, but some have real skills.

For example, before Kang Jianfei crossed the road, he had seen with his own eyes a master of poking, who could kick off five or six bricks with a single kick with his bare feet. There are also people who practice iron sand palms. The right hand is almost twice as large as the left hand, and a palm shot on a person's head is similar to the effect of a brick shot. All these must be practiced hard for ten years, and few people can persevere.

Kang Jianfei said: "His Royal Highness, if you are interested in Chinese Kung Fu, why not invite a Chinese martial arts coach to Brunei~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to form a Brunei national martial arts team?"

"Brunei has not established diplomatic relations with China." Prince Mohammed shrugged.

"Uh..." Kang Jianfei was speechless.

Mohamed smiled and said, "But what you said is indeed a good idea. I will go to China next month. If possible, I will invite the Chinese martial arts team to perform at the Royal Palace of Brunei."

Kang Jianfei's brain reacted for a few seconds before trying to understand the meaning of Mohammed's words.

The prince's main position is Brunei's foreign minister. He will go to China next month, and most of it will be about the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries.

In another time and space, Brunei and China established diplomatic relations in September this year, and it was this Prince Mohammed who was in charge of visiting China and signing the joint communiqué on the establishment of diplomatic relations.

Kang Jianfei seems to have witnessed history accidentally. (To be continued)

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