Hero Cultivation System

What stick?

Master Jin feels a bit confused as to why he is a King of Two Zhangs.

Since he had only been in China for a short period of time, and most of the people he came into contact with were flatterers, so although Master Jin could speak some Mandarin, he still didn't understand that Bangzi was their abbreviation.

But even if he didn't know what a stick was, he understood the meaning of the three words "guo scold" in front of it, and he immediately replied to Liang Gong: "Ah, Xiba! How dare you scold me!"

This time it was Liang Gong who was confused. What is "Xiba"?

But not being able to understand doesn't mean he can't understand Master Jin's expressions and movements. He only saw the look on his face that wanted to be beaten and the middle finger on his right hand. Of course he knew that Xiba was probably similar to our national curse.

"Damn it! So what if I scold you? When will it be your turn to take the lead in the affairs of our Chinese people? Don't tell me that Jiao Kun is also one of your Koreans?" For this kind of arrogant and inferior nation, Liang Gong grew up.

He doesn't have a good impression, so don't expect him to shut up for the sake of bullshit friendship between brothers.

Master Jin said angrily: "Xi Ba! If Jiao Kun hadn't been willing to pay a lot of money, how could I have intervened in the fight between you dogs? Look what you were doing just now? What kind of martial arts? It was just two monkeys jumping around and doing monkey tricks.

That’s it, bah!” As he spoke, he spat on the ground.

As soon as these words came out, not only Liang Gong's expression changed, but even the surrounding men in black with the word "war" glared angrily at Jin. Master Jin actually enjoyed facing the angry eyes of everyone. He raised his head high and held his nose.

Look at the human side:

"Bullshit kung fu, Sanda, and martial arts are all lies. I fought from Beijing to Zhonghai, and I don't know how many bullshit masters fell at my feet. Taekwondo is the number one martial art in the world, and the real masters are also us.

Koreans, you unqualified dogs? Hey!" He said, pointing his thumb upside down.

Jiao Kun on the top floor was also irritated by this Korean. This Master Jin was introduced to him by his friend in Zhonghai. He was a Taekwondo instructor of the Korean Special Forces. He has a seventh-level Taekwondo degree and is a practical master. It is said that he has been in China for less than three months.

I have defeated more than ten masters, but I didn't expect him to be so discriminatory against Chinese people.

The old man next to him narrowed his eyes to just a slit, and his breathing was deeper and longer than before. If you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't know that this was a living person.

"Xiao Kunzi, is this the person you found?"

Seeing Uncle Master like this, Jiao Kun immediately understood that he was angry, and immediately decided that even if this man named Jin killed Liang Gong, he would not be able to leave Wuyang alive.

"Uncle Master, this person was just introduced by a friend. I just wanted him to find out the details of Liang Gong. I didn't know he was such a person. I will deal with this person."

The old man with white eyebrows was noncommittal, but Jiao Kun knew what his uncle was thinking. He heard from his dead master that during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, his uncle went behind enemy lines and slaughtered nearly three hundred Japanese. He would respond to such a Korean dog that insulted the Chinese people.

It would be weird to let it go.

No matter what Jiao Kun decided, Liang Gong downstairs had already made up his mind to let this Han dog guy lie down and go back. If a guy like this makes him stand and talk, he is no longer Liang Gong.

Seeing Liang Gong walking to the center of the field with a sullen face, Master Jin smiled easily, stood on tiptoes and stretched his ankles, twisting his neck left and right to make a sound.

He walked up to Liang Gong and lowered his hands by his side. He lowered his head slightly and roared. Liang Gong was stunned. Although he didn't know the meaning, he could tell that it was a Taekwondo salute. The stick was quite polite, so

He also clasped his hands and bowed to salute.

Seeing him bowing, Master Jin showed a sly smile. He suddenly dragged his left foot to the front of Liang Gong and kicked forward. However, he only kicked out half of the way and immediately took it back. With the help of the force, he jumped up in the air, turned around, raised his legs, and then roundhouse kicked, jumping.

The first kick turned out to be a chain kick. The front kick was just a cover for the subsequent kick, while the back kick was the real killing move.

The people in black clothes with the word "war" who were watching all exclaimed, "This guy is so shameless. He actually tricked Liang Gong into saluting, and then attacked him unprepared. Even if they were hostile to Liang Gong, they wouldn't understand it."

Liang Gong, who bowed his head in salute, was about to stand up when he heard the man in black on the sidelines shout in surprise, and then a foot appeared in front of him and kicked his lower body rapidly. He was so surprised that his instinctive reaction was to cross his hands in front of his waist.

But the leg retracted just halfway through the kick. Liang Gongzheng felt strange, and the sound of wind was already heard in his ears. Then he realized that the front kick just now was just a feint, and the back kick was the real killer.

However, at this time, his hands were hanging on his chest, and his body was still leaning forward slightly. It was obviously too late to block the attack. At the critical moment, he kicked off his toes and slid his whole body back half a foot, but he still did not escape Master Jin's kick.

, the forehead was only swept by the side of the foot, and an inch-long gash was torn, and blood splattered.

Jumping, he took three or four steps back in embarrassment. Liang Gong put up his hands to guard against Master Jin's pursuit, but Master Jin stood there, looking at Liang Gong with a half-smile, tutting his tongue, and stretching out his right index finger.

Shaking left and right: "Tsk! A monkey is a monkey, you can't do it!"

"What a shame, it's because you sneak up on him without respecting etiquette! Shameless!" Some of the men in black on the periphery couldn't see it and accused Master Jin.

He turned around and glared at the other person fiercely. If Liang Gong hadn't been in front of him, Master Jin might have already taught the man in black a lesson.

Liang Gong was not angry at being attacked. The battlefield was ruthless. He was careless. He raised his sleeves to wipe the blood on his head. Looking at the bright red sleeves, Liang Gong smiled.

But at this moment, Master Jin leapt up with a side kick, then followed up with a right backspin kick, and the last left front kick was raised high over the beam and turned into a downward press, three consecutive kicks with extremely fast speed.

Taekwondo focuses on the kicking skills of the feet. Kicks are kicked one after another and are linked together, so that the enemy can only dodge but cannot parry. Moreover, the strength of the legs is inherently greater than that of the hands. If the opponent blocks with his hands, he will naturally suffer a big loss.

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Liang Gong clearly saw the enemy's approach, but he did not reach out to block him. He just followed Master Jin's footwork and dodged left and right. He seemed to have no ability to fight back.

In the eyes of the men in black who were watching the battle, Liang Gong had been forced to falter by Master Jin's chain of footwork, and was retreating frequently. As expected, the outcome was already in sight, and they all sighed.

But Master Jin didn't think so. Liang Gong always managed to escape his attacks by a hair's breadth. Once it could be said to be barely, and twice it could be said to be embarrassing, but if it happened three times, it could no longer be considered as the opponent's good luck.

He has faced countless opponents in his life. Although he is not victorious in every battle, no one he has seen in his life can dodge his three consecutive kicks and still maintain his normal posture. Liang Gong actually returned to the same place after dodging the three kicks.

, he said with a half-smile on his face: "It's still a little bit close, just add a little more oil and you can hit me."

Master Jin's face changed drastically. He looked at the opponent in front of him for the first time. He paused for a moment and immediately launched seven or eight kicks, including spin kicks, horizontal kicks, leg presses, back kicks, and jump back kicks. He changed several times, and his moves were extremely gorgeous.

, the people in black who were watching were all dazzled.

Liang Gong let him do whatever he wanted. He rarely encountered opponents using his feet, so he took advantage of this opportunity to observe carefully and think about how to deal with them.

Over the decades, Taekwondo has developed into a sport. The moves are mainly based on competition requirements and have gradually become far away from actual combat. Although Master Jin comes from the actual combat army, he still has the idea of ​​​​superstitious big moves, and his legs and feet attack widely.

, there are many flaws, but he is quite familiar with his chain kicks. Even if he finds his flaws, they will still be covered up by his subsequent attacks, making him unable to break through.

Another dozen kicks passed by, but Master Jin was still in vain. He became more and more anxious and chilled. Liang Gong had only dodged until now. Before he took the initiative to attack, Master Jin was already panting from exhaustion. His movements became more and more difficult.

The slower.

Three more forward kicks and two consecutive spin kicks followed. Master Jin's movements were so slow that Liang Gong didn't even have to move his feet. He just had to lower his head and turn sideways to dodge. You can see him kicking around with just those kinds of kicks.

There was nothing new, and Liang Gong knew that he would not learn anything if he continued reading.

Just when there was a pause in the connection between Master Jin's horizontal kick and back spin kick, Liang Gong instantly caught the flaw, ducked close to Master Jin's body, and conveniently grabbed the spinning right foot.

Master Jin turned around, only to find that Liang Gong, who was two meters in front of him, came close to him in just one breath, and grabbed his right ankle that was kicked in the air. At this time, he was truly frightened.

Taekwondo is not good at using fists, and once someone gets close to you, you are almost helpless.

However, he remained calm in the face of danger, and immediately used his caught right foot as the axle, jumped up with his left foot and swept towards Liang Gong's head, intending to make Liang Gong give up and retreat.

Such a near-death blow had no effect on Liang Gong, who was holding the victory scroll. He simply used his right hand to crush Master Jin's ankle. "Ah" in the scream of Master Jin, his left hand struck again.

He grabbed Master Jin's left foot, took the medicine according to the instructions, and also grabbed the ankle to pieces.

Then, he combined his hands and lifted Master Jin high into the air. His whole body fell to the ground. With a bang, Master Jin made no sound at all. However, looking at the weird angle of his feet, everyone knew that this guy would be cured even if he was cured.

Can't stand up anymore.

Clapping his hands, as if he had done something trivial, Liang Gong turned to look at the men in black and said:

"Who else is coming?"