Peerless Pirates

Chapter 372 A tough opponent (Part 2)

After the first trial, Gao Gaowuju knew that he could not fight the opponent head-on (read the full text of Kuai Dao Zhan). Besides, the whistle stick itself was heavier than the gun, so if he fought head-on, he would suffer even greater losses. However, he also

Without showing any signs of weakness, he fired the gun and said, "Look at the gun!" The gun was like a poisonous dragon, heading straight for the opponent's throat, and the speed was three minutes faster than before.

The short and fat martial artist smiled, held the stick in both hands, and quickly knocked it towards the tip of the opponent's spear.

The tall martial artist advanced instead of retreating, as if he was sending the gun to the opponent's whistle stick. Naturally, the short and fat scholar was not polite, and the strength in his hand increased. Seeing that the gun and stick were about to intersect again, the tall man

The tip of the martial arts spear suddenly sank, and moved in a wide arc in front of the opponent. When the tip of the spear sank below the fat scholar's lower abdomen, he quickly raised it upward to the left and pierced the opponent's arm holding the stick.

If he succeeds this time, the short and fat scholar will not be able to hold his whistle anymore.

"Well done!" the short, fat scholar shouted violently. After taking a step back, the whistle stick was retracted abruptly, making it stick to the crook of his arm. The tall martial artist's spear point was pressed hard on the stick, and he made a wrist sound.

If there is a sound, swing the stick directly into the air.

At this time, the door was wide open in front of Chubby Wuju. The tall Wuju resisted the numbness in his hands, put the gun back within a foot, and quickly stabbed it into the chest of the Chubby scholar. He was about to succeed, Chubby

Wu Ju raised his wooden stick high and quickly turned to his left side. The gun was close to his ribs and passed under his arm.

Thanks to the bald head of the gun, if it had been pointed, it would have torn the squatty's clothes and even injured his ribs. It would have been extremely dangerous.

After dodging this shot, Chubby Wuju immediately regained his composure. Before Tall Wuju had time to retract his gun, the whistle stick immediately came down, and with a powerful move, it went straight to Tall Wuju's head.

.If this blow were to hit hard, it would result in a brain burst. There was a burst of exclamation from outside the stadium.

The short scholar's eyes were gleaming with coldness, and he had no intention of stopping. Obviously, in order to advance, he would not hesitate to kill the opponent with a stick. In the eyes of outsiders, this martial arts competition was too fierce, and it could directly kill people!

Even watching some of the martial arts competitions, his expression changed slightly.

However, countless masters such as Song Zheng and Gu Zhengjie did not change their expressions, and the tall martial arts were far from reaching the end of their rope (read the full text of Eavesdropping Eyes).

Sure enough, the tall Wuju suddenly kicked the ground, instead of retreating, he advanced forward, followed the forward movement of the gun, and directly hit the short and fat Wuju. At the same time, he held the handle of the gun in his left hand and raised it to block the opponent's wrist.

To prevent the stick from falling, his left fist was swung up without hesitation, intending to hit the short, fat scholar directly in the face.

The short and fat scholar couldn't block the attack with his hand, so he immediately increased his strength. He was already stronger, but this time, the tall martial artist couldn't bear the strength with one hand, so he had to withdraw his left fist and hold it with both hands.

"Ho!" The short and fat scholar roared again, which actually made the tall Wuju bend down. As a last resort, he had to step back slightly, hold the handle of the gun with both hands, and lower it to his chest. The two gun clubs were pressed together.

The spear is horizontal and the stick is vertical, in the shape of a cross, and it is placed on the chest of the tall martial artist.

Square. The faces of the two men were less than two feet apart. Both had red faces and thick necks. They were obviously exerting force. Since the handle of the gun was made of a white wax rod, it was elastic, while the whistle stick was a thick wooden stick, so the gun body was flexible.

It formed an arc and gradually leaned on the tall Wu Ju's body.

After a moment of stalemate, the taller Wuju, who was slightly weaker, knew that he could not use his shortcomings to beat the opponent's strength. He gathered all the strength of his body, shouted loudly, applied force to his arms, and pushed the opponent's whistle stick away a little.

, and suddenly dodged to one side.

The short, fat scholar who was increasing his strength was unable to stop himself in time and threw himself forward. The tall martial artist could not be polite. He swung the handle of the gun with both hands and hit the short, fat scholar hard on the side of the back.

The short and fat scholar staggered and threw himself forward to the ground. Although his left back was burning with pain, he dared not stay. When he just touched the ground, he rolled hard and dodged the tall martial artist.

The second attack - the tip of the spear was piercing the open space beside him.

When the tall Wu Ju's spear struck again, the short and fat Wu Ju lay face up on the ground and held the tip of the opponent's spear with his whistle stick.

Given such a good opportunity, Gao Wuju would not miss it, not to mention that it was not very convenient for the opponent to swing his bat while lying on the ground. In an instant, Gao Wuju shot out his spear like a dragon, and shot towards him quickly one after another.

In the short and fat martial arts exercise, the gun never leaves the vital points of the chest and abdomen (Martial Arts Kung Fu Superstar). In addition to struggling to resist, the short and fat martial arts exercise has no chance to get up.

Finally, after more than twenty shots were fired, the short and fat Wuju could no longer resist, and he shouted loudly, "Admit defeat"! The moment he shouted these two words, the tip of the tall Wuju's spear was already withstanding the impact.

It was almost touching his throat.

At this time, the short and fat scholar looked haggard and miserable. The tall martial artist was not much better, his face was pale due to excessive exertion, he was sweating profusely, panting, and his hands were shaking.

When Baihu announced that the tall martial artist had won, the short and fat martial artist got up from the ground, hugged the opponent with a fist, and walked back dejectedly. The tall martial artist shook his arm and saluted the opponent.

, and after taking a few long breaths, his face turned happy.

This fight was not long, but it was thrilling. The tall Wuju attacked first, but the short and fat Wuju had the upper hand. Seeing that the tall Wuju was losing, the short and fat Wuju accidentally got eaten.

He was hit by his opponent in the back and fell to the ground. From then on, he never had a chance to stand up again until he was defeated.

"The victory and defeat changed hands in an instant. This fight is really careless!" Song Zheng sighed in a low voice.

"It's a pity for the fat man," Gu Zhengjie said. "When it comes to killing enemies in battle, this fat man is definitely a good player. He will definitely kill more than the tall one."

Song Zheng looked at Gu Zhengjie and shook his head.

"Why, Mr. Song, you don't agree with what I said?" Gu Zhengjie asked with eyes wide open.

"When we compete, personal force is only the first step. The important thing is the selection of generals, that is, the ability to command troops. If each of them is given a squad of fifty people, the short and fat man may not be able to defeat the tall man in martial arts.

Don’t you know that if one general is incompetent, a thousand troops will be exhausted?”

"Hey, my dad often says this too." Gu Zhengjie muttered, then realized something was wrong, and immediately puffed up his chest and said, "So what, these two guys just now can't beat me together (

Infinite Bloody Evolution)."

Song Zheng's lips curled up, Gu Zhengjie was a bit interested in comparing himself with his father, but he still added, "Brother Gu's bravery is also famous in this martial arts competition. Song has long been known as thunder."

Already."

"Hey, you have read a lot of books? You speak politely." Gu Zhengjie grinned and said, "By the way, I heard that there is a kid in the Shandong Road Martial Arts Examination, or a literary examination. Could it be you?"

Song Zheng nodded and smiled, "Exactly!"

"Surely it's you?" Gu Zhengjie looked Song Zheng up and down again, "It's you who made those guys in Gyeonggi Province suffer?"

"It's just a misunderstanding. I didn't expect it to reach Brother Gu's ears. This is really three people making a tiger." Song Zheng has his own sense of proportion. He can offend Dong Mingyan alone, but he can't compete with the entire Gyeonggi Province martial arts.

, that is just to feel uncomfortable.

Gu Zhengjie pursed his lips and said, "You are really not happy at all."

Song Zheng smiled and said nothing.

On the field, a pair of martial arts had been exchanged, one with a knife and the other with a stick, and the fight was vigorous and vigorous. After a quarter of an hour, the winner was decided. The winner was happy, while the loser had a sad face and still had a point.

Not convinced.

Then, another pair of martial arts contestants came on stage. This pair fought fiercely. A martial arts contestant from Fujian Road suffered a broken arm and failed. He immediately rushed to the sidelines for bone-setting treatment.

Song Zheng watched while summarizing his thoughts. Looking for its advantages was more about looking at its shortcomings. In his opinion, although these martial arts were very fierce, there was still a trace of machinery in the moves. This was

The result of lack of practical experience. After all, Daqi is so

I haven't fought a big battle for many years, and these martial arts have never been used on a real battlefield. They are more fierce than fighting, but they lack the fierce atmosphere of indomitable. Even those with flexible movements are like this. When advancing or retreating,

He is also inferior to Huo Hou in terms of dodge and feints.

Another point is that these people pay too much attention to the weapons in their hands, but rarely use their fists and kicks (read the full text of Qihuo Tianxia). You must know that when you are close, fists and kicks are often more useful than weapons. Especially long weapons, once you get close,

, it can also become a burden if applied improperly.

After analyzing the gains and losses, Song Zheng couldn't help but laugh. It is estimated that no one in these martial arts has participated in so many brutal life-and-death fights like himself, and no one has put so much effort into close combat.

Experts watch the door, and laymen watch the excitement. The rich boys on the sidelines kept cheering, and from time to time they made some comments about this move is wonderful, that move is great. Some people couldn't hold it back, and as the field went on

There were dancing and dancing. Some people clenched their fists and shouted, "hit him on the head" and "cut his waist". The scene was as if they were going to fight in person.

Xu Mingxuan is one of them. As long as this guy doesn't talk about the bad things about the Xu family, he usually thinks of himself as a romantic scholar. However, since he learned about the fight between Song Zheng and Yang Dong, and Xu Dengcheng's ignorance

Being tricked by Song Zheng unknowingly

After becoming a cripple, Xu Mingxuan's interest in kung fu greatly increased. On the way to Jiangning, he would ask Song Zheng to teach him his skills from time to time. Unfortunately, Song Zheng was studying archery at that time and had no time to care about him, so he had to send him to the mainland.

Go to Hong's place.

Although Xu Mingxuan knew that he was not a martial artist, his interest did not diminish and he regarded martial arts as a pleasure. This was somewhat similar to Song Zheng's cousin Fang Dingping.

The battles on the field were going on one after another. After being silent for a while, Gu Zhengjie took the initiative to talk to Song Zheng. He was quite curious about Song Zheng and seemed to want to inquire about something. If it came to the battle, Song Zheng might not

He will definitely be better than Gu Zhengjie. But if he talks, ten Gu Zhengjies combined will not be Song Zheng's opponent.

Song Zheng secretly laughed in his heart, I didn't force you to do this, you asked for it. As a result, Gu Zhengjie didn't find out anything, but Song Zheng found out a lot of things. Song Zheng always used two polite compliments

After talking, Gu Zhengjie constantly commented on the opponents on the field and analyzed the pros and cons of each move. Song Zheng also judged Gu Zhengjie's kung fu skills and true strength from this.

However, following Gu Zhengjie's comments, Song Zheng was also secretly surprised. This Gu Zhengjie was indeed a powerful person.