Panther Commando

The black man looked at the cracks on the broad-backed waist knife, and then looked at the slender machete he gave you, and said to himself in a broken Chinese language: "What a sharp waist knife, how can this knife cut this one in one fell swoop? The waist knife cuts such a deep crack, but it doesn't even have a gap?"

Several people around also stared at the blades of the two blades with blue eyes, and their eyes were full of surprise. The tall foreigner raised his hand and tapped the heavy waist knife in his hand, and the knife immediately made a crisp metal sound of "dangdangdang", obviously doubting whether the knife was made of fine steel?

The black man glanced at the heavy waist knife in the opponent's hand, suddenly raised the machete in his hand, and slashed at the blade in his companion's hand. The two knives immediately burst into a cluster of dazzling sparks, and there was a "dang" metal collision. followed.

Everyone was shocked! No one expected that this black man would be so reckless, holding someone else's machete and suddenly slashing at Guan Sect's heavy waist knife. Obviously this black man is also doubting the quality of the other side's waist knife.

In fact, this is also the doubt in the minds of many people who practice martial arts in the audience. Most people do not know very well about the internal skills, and they do not fully believe in their hearts: a machete infused with internal strength can cut the opponent's fine steel waist knife. With such a long crack, his machete was unscathed.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the two steel knives. At this moment, two striking notches had appeared on the two sharply colliding blades, and the two foreigners were holding up their waist knives and looking at the above in surprise.

At this time, everyone present already understood in their hearts that the narrow and long seedling knife in the hands of the black man was not a treasured knife that slashed iron like mud, but a machete made of ordinary fine steel. The material was the same as that. The back waist knife does not make much difference!

The foreigners around also stared at the gap above, and at the same time, a question appeared in their hearts: How could this ordinary machete cut such a deep crack just now with this thick waist knife? Still unscathed? ,

Mu Hong, who was standing on the side, glanced at the stunned foreign friend, stepped forward with a smile, stretched out his hands to take two waist knives from the white and black hands, and then held up the strangely shaped machete and said, "Hahaha, I see. Well, this is not some kind of sword that cuts iron like mud!"

He said and looked at the foreigners on the stage who were all wearing Chinese martial arts uniforms, then shook the machete in his hand, and said with a proud look on his face: "You are all fans of Chinese martial arts. Right? I welcome you on behalf of the Organizing Committee of the Wulin Conference!"

As he said, he held the two waist knives in both hands and clasped the fists. Several foreigners also hurriedly clasped their fists with both hands and bowed to give salutes. The movements were actually very standard, and it was obvious that they had learned Chinese martial arts.

Mu Hong looked at a few martial arts enthusiasts with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Hehehe, do you feel puzzled when you see the cracks on the knife? Come on, let me tell you: just now, the old senior off the stage was throwing it out. When the machete was cut, a deep internal force had already been poured into the knife, so this hard waist knife was cut into such a deep gap!"

There was a deep pride in Mu Hong's words, he then raised the narrow and long Miao Dao high, raised his finger and pointed to the deep dent on the blade and said loudly: "Look here again. Did you not notice just now? Just as the flying machete slashed the waist knife, a small stone filled with deep inner strength had already hit the blade of the Miao Dao hard. That's the dent made by that little pebble!"

When several foreigners heard this, their eyes widened, and they all stretched their necks to look carefully at the Miao Dao in Mu Hong's hand. Incredible look.

To say that the two steel knives intersected and cut a deep gap, they could still understand that the two weapons were made of steel, and the materials were basically the same. But the blade made of fine steel in front of them was hit with such a deep dent by a stone with obvious differences in hardness, which was beyond their imagination!

"It's incredible!" "Huaxia Kung Fu is amazing!" "How is this done?" "It's incomprehensible, incomprehensible, it's so surprising"... A group of foreigners murmured in surprise, dumbfounded. With a look of astonishment on their faces, they were indeed shocked by Huaxia's magical kung fu.

The martial arts practitioners under the stage also looked at the three steel knives on the stage and widened their eyes in surprise. Although they are Chinese martial arts practitioners, it is the first time they have seen such superb and magical Chinese martial arts. This really makes every Chinese martial arts practitioner feel deeply shocked and proud.

Mu Hong listened to the words of these foreign friends on the stage, took two waist knives from the hands of the people around him and raised them high, looked at the practitioners of Chinese martial arts under the stage and said loudly: "See? This is the power and speed. The perfect combination, this is the profound internal skills in Chinese martial arts, and this is our supreme magical kung fu in China!"

As he spoke, his expression suddenly became excited, his words unconsciously brought out his inner strength, and his voice suddenly became enthusiastic: "Someone once said that our Chinese kung fu has declined, and we have lost the martial arts that prevailed among thousands of troops. The essence~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has been reduced to a street performer, and has simply become a tool for physical fitness. You are all martial arts practitioners, and you are all inheritors of Chinese Kung Fu for thousands of years. I Please tell me out loud, is it really like this? Has your kung fu really become like this?"

Mu Hong's words with deep inner strength stirred by the lake, and the ears of several foreigners around him were "buzzing". A few people covered their ears and stepped back, looking at the unremarkable old man in front of him in surprise. , No one thought there would be such energy in his words.

Mu Hong's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every martial artist who had inherited various schools of Chinese Kung Fu under the stage, stirring their passion.

As soon as Mu Hong's words fell, more than a thousand martial arts practitioners suddenly stood up and shouted at the stage, "No!" "No!", "No!", "Which **** is there? Belittling our Chinese kung fu?"...

Standing on the shore of the lake stood Chinese martial arts practitioners who stood upright, and the deafening roars came one after another. This was the roar from the bottom of the heart of each martial artist with Chinese Kung Fu. The huge sound waves violently impacted the originally calm lake. The ripples provoked by the sound wave undulated and swayed toward the center of the lake in the distance, and the surrounding mountains were shaking back and forth with this passionate roar, and the entire lakeshore trembled in the huge roar.