Hong Kong Comprehensive Begins, Seeking Laws from the Heavens

"Okay, let's get started."

As Lin Mosheng nodded and said, Gan Zitai punched suddenly and ignited a drop of blood essence. Now the power of Qi and blood is evaporating every moment.

The fist wind is hot and goes straight to the middle door.

What is surprising is that Lin Mosheng opened his palms slightly, half empty and half real, one forward and one back, one high and one low, and he actually let go of the middle door.

As the hot fist wind approached, Lin Mosheng's right palm was like a boneless snake, easily wrapping around Gan Zitai, and then he took a step back.

"impossible!"

Liu Zhanhua, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, was shocked. A layman was watching the excitement, but an expert was watching the door.

Although he had already regarded Lin Mosheng as a monster, even though he had personally tested Lin Mosheng more than half a month ago.

But it was precisely because he found out some of Lin Mosheng's fundamentals that he was so surprised that he lost his composure.

Gao Jin next to him was very interested. He looked at the two people who suddenly became motionless in the field and asked, "Brother Hua, can you explain it to me, a layman?"

Liu Zhanhua glanced at Gao Jin. This was the guest of the Hong Kong Governor. Even he had to pay three points.

"Wen has Taiji to stabilize the world, and martial arts has Baji to stabilize the world."

"Bajiquan and Taijiquan are both civil and martial arts. They actually refer to the fighting styles of the two. Taijiquan is the softest of softness, and Bajiquan is the toughest of hardness. What Asheng just did is the Bajiquan.

The basic boxing frame is Hunyuan Zhuang, taking the eight extremes of Hunyuan, which means it can reach everything."

"Even if we are guarding against the opponent, we have to fight fast and hard, and the difference between life and death can be determined by just a few inches."

"But Ah Sheng has just practiced Bajiquan 'softly'."

In the last sentence, Liu Zhanhua almost said with a sigh, "It's like practicing Tai Chi to be 'strong'. I'm not as good as him."

Although Gao Jin had no martial arts attainments, he understood what Liu Zhanhua meant.

Hardness cannot last, softness cannot be maintained.

Therefore, the Chinese people's research on martial arts since ancient times has focused on hardness and softness, yin and yang, and even the Tai Chi state of hardness with softness, softness with hardness.

And Lin Mosheng has practiced Bajiquan 'softly'. Of course, it is not that there is something wrong with his practice, but that he has gradually broken away from the framework of Bajiquan and entered a certain wonderful state.

Compared to bystanders, Gan Zitai felt more intuitively when he pumped his fist.

Just after the punch, Lin Mosheng seemed to take a step back, but the force of his punch was transmitted to the ground along the muscles of his arms, along the muscles of his waist and abdomen, and along the muscles of his thighs.

So he took a step back.

But how can human muscles be as precise as machinery and transmit force perfectly?

Gan Zitai stared at Lin Mosheng. Suddenly, he used one leg and his right leg was like a battle ax, slashing at Lin Mosheng who was very close at hand.

Lin Mosheng was not in a hurry to attack.

First of all, this is not a life and death battle.

Secondly, he is now much stronger than Gan Zitai.

Thirdly, he wanted to feel the undecided thoughts through Gan Zitai.

Lin Mosheng's left hand turned into a claw, trying to grab Gan Zitai's right leg in the same way.

In fact, Liu Zhanhua just said something wrong.

Lin Mosheng really doesn't have the ability to practice Bajiquan to the point of being strong yet soft.

But integrating yoga and Bajiquan into his own boxing style is exactly what he is doing.

But just when Lin Mosheng thought he was going to grab Gan Zitai's right leg.

Gan Zitai suddenly flew up, using the right hand that was entangled with Lin Mosheng as a support. The right leg that came first was just a false shot, and the hidden left leg was like a poisonous snake breathing, fiercely hitting Lin Mosheng's waist and abdomen.

In the flash of lightning, Lin Mosheng had no time to change his moves. He could only tighten his waist and abdominal muscles and resist the attack.

He released his right hand that was entangled with Gan Zitai, took two or three steps back, and rubbed his waist. He was not hurt as he imagined. Gan Zitai had just retained his strength.

“Brazilian chapa?”

Lin Mosheng looked at Gan Zitai with interest and asked.

He didn't expect that this heir of boat boxing could actually practice Brazilian war dance to this extent.

This kind of martial arts is famous.

At that time, black slaves were enslaved by white people in Brazil, and their hands and feet had to be shackled, making it difficult to move at all.

Originally, white people thought they would completely lose their ability to resist.

But I don’t know which martial arts wizard combined the original African sacrificial dance and killing techniques to form the current Brazilian war dance.

This kind of martial arts has two major characteristics. The first is that it is 'fake'.

Because of the constraints of handcuffs and shackles, Brazilian slaves need to hide their murderous intentions and moves before resisting.

They will achieve body balance through points of force that you think are impossible, and at the same time kick out a kick that you can't guard against.

The second is ‘fierce’.

Since it is a death-fighting technique, each slave who resists may only have one chance, so the leg ax of the Brazilian war dance is like a real axe, almost killing him with one blow.

Seeing Lin Mosheng being repelled again, the young and Dangerous boys around Hongxing couldn't help but cheer like a mountain.

Previously, Lin Mosheng set up the arena and won consecutive battles, even killing two in one night, which really dampened their spirits.

But today Gan Zitai stood up and gained an "absolute advantage" from the beginning, giving them the feeling of finding their pillar of support again.

The pheasant next to Chen Haonan also said with a bit of excitement, "It seems that guy is not a monster after all."

Chen Haonan remained silent and stared at the two people in the field. He had a feeling that the real duel had only begun now.

Gan Zitai, who had defeated Lin Mosheng, was not happy as expected. Instead, he said angrily, "If you want to give up, you don't have to. I practice Baijia Boxing. If you don't use all your strength, you may die here today!"

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Lin Mosheng chuckled, moved his neck, and took off his shirt, revealing his pale golden, almost perfect muscles.

He casually threw the shirt to Ye Guhong, not because he wanted to wear it, but if he really went all out, the shirt would indeed affect his performance.

Lin Mosheng put away the casual expression on his face and looked at Gan Zitai seriously, "Then you have to work harder and don't die here."

His right hand formed a fist, his left hand formed a palm, and they were held flat in front of his chest.

The next moment, he was like a tiger showing its claws and pounced on Gan Zitai.

Lin Mosheng's speed is too fast.

If Gan Zitai's speed in the state of burning essence and blood is 18, then Lin Mosheng's speed is 20.5. Although the difference is only 2.5, it is no longer at the same level.

Bang.

Gan Zitai received a punch from Lin Mosheng using Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and he took three steps back.

Lin Mosheng's fists were not only fast, but also far more powerful than his own. Even if he tried to catch the opponent with force and strength, he would still be in danger.

But at the same time as he retreated, Gan Zitai suddenly spun like a windmill, upside down, his legs turned into two battle axes, and one of them struck Lin Mosheng's head.

Bang! Lin Mosheng punched like a hammer, directly hitting Gan Zitai's leg and even knocked him down again.

However, at the moment of falling, Gan Zitai used his strength to find the balance point in an instant, and slashed Lin Mosheng's neck with the ax with his other leg at an extremely tricky angle.

The fierce wind roared, and if this blow hit, he would be dead or disabled.