harleyscars Chapter 35 I'll send you on your way one more time.
Chapter 35 I'll send you on your way one more time.
The scene was silent
Many of the boxing gym instructors were so shocked that they stood up from their seats on the spot.
Hong Zhennan had just picked up his teacup when he saw this scene, and his hand involuntarily tightened, causing the teacup to crack.
Ip Man understood something: Mr. Song was indeed formidable.
No wonder he can name so many martial arts schools so easily!
On the field, within the circled area.
Song Sheng stood among them, raising his arms and clasping his hands in a fist salute: "Punches and kicks have no eyes, please forgive any offense!"
Then, his gaze swept over the crowd outside the arena once more.
The masters, who were originally eager to try, now either looked away or lowered their heads to drink tea, all remaining silent.
That alone made it pretty clear to everyone.
The person on the field looks quiet, but when he starts fighting, he's much more aggressive than the previous ones!
Startled, Master Luo instinctively winked.
Noticing this, Song Sheng took the initiative to invite, "I just heard Master Luo lament that he came out too early, and wasn't the table too slippery before? Now that the venue is suitable, why don't we invite Master Luo to come up again and give us some more pointers?"
Master Luo winked rapidly, his words remarkably firm: "A loss is a loss. Once I, Luo, am down, I will never go back up."
"..." Song Sheng turned around, glancing at the incense stick out of the corner of his eye: "It's still early. Are there any other masters who are interested? Why don't you come over and try your skills? Don't make me stop!"
This obvious irony made Hong Zhennan's face darken even more!
The lobby fell silent for a moment.
Until the man next to Hong Zhennan slowly stood up, his voice steady: "So young, yet so arrogant. Fine, then I'll play along!"
Song Sheng turned his head.
The middle-aged man took two quick steps, then suddenly flicked a wooden stool with his toe, sending it hurtling towards Song Sheng. He followed closely behind like a beast unleashed from its cage.
Bang!
As the wooden stool approached, it was violently dismantled by Song Sheng's kick.
Most of the stool swept over the heads of the crowd, and one of the stool legs slanted into a crack in the bamboo wall of the restaurant!
The other broken piece spun around and smashed the second-floor sign hanging on the beam down with a bang!
Such an opening left the audience speechless.
Before the crowd could even react in surprise, the burly middle-aged man had already rushed into the circled area.
His opening move was wide and sweeping!
He closes in with the Hung Kuen Four-Step Stance, followed by the Double Dragons Emerging from the Sea Stance, and launches a two-punch attack!
Song Sheng's expression turned slightly cold; instead of retreating, he advanced.
Use a horse stance to create a bridge, block the opponent's fists with the center line, and then hook your fingers inward to strike the chest!
Forced to crouch down abruptly, the middle-aged man swept his leg downwards with all his might while dodging the attack!
Song Sheng twisted his waist and leaped to the side, flipping himself upside down and crashing down mercilessly!
The middle-aged man hurriedly got up and raised his arm to block, enduring the slight stinging pain from the heavy blow to his arm, and still managed to forcefully push his opponent back.
As Song Sheng fell backward, he braced himself with his hands and, using the momentum, bent his leg and delivered a powerful reverse kick, forcibly sending the middle-aged man who had just rushed up back two steps.
After creating some distance, both sides stood at attention again!
The middle-aged man, using the Hung Kuen stance (four-level stance) and referring to the Central Plains style, spoke in a deep voice: "Hung Kuen, Zhou Dingbang!"
In that case, I'll do it too!
Song Sheng took a breath, shifted into a "中" stance, and then assumed the same designated Central Plains stance: "Hung Kuen, Song Sheng!"
Ok?
Fight me with Hung Kuen?
Zhou Dingbang's face darkened: "Boy, how dare you be so arrogant!!!"
He gave a low shout and charged forward.
Hung Kuen emphasizes using shouts to enhance power, and shouts are often heard during both offense and defense!
Zhou Dingbang chose to attack with his hands, and he and Song Shengqiao parried each other's shots.
But as soon as he moved his lower body and simultaneously raised his foot, just as he was about to kick out, Song Sheng simply stomped it back with a knee strike.
Instead, Song Sheng took the opportunity to lunge closer.
The two bridgemen engaged in fierce combat, each exerting pressure with their fists and palms.
However, Song Sheng had the advantage in strength. Even though his physique was not as muscular as his opponent's, his body fat percentage was exceptionally high, and his muscle density and endurance were all outstanding.
As a result, Zhou Dingbang became increasingly uncomfortable as the fight dragged on.
He had to take a step back and change his move, adopting the tiger-shaped noodle technique!
Song Sheng's eyes were dark and devoid of emotion.
Are you not going to counter their moves?
You couldn't hold back anymore?
In that case, he instantly bent over and swept his leg across the ground!
As Zhou Dingbang leaped up, Song Sheng braced himself, straightened up, and kicked Zhou Dingbang's forearms, causing him to stagger backward and nearly escape the circle!
He managed to steady himself with the strength of his waist, but when he looked up again, he was met with a fierce whip kick that turned around and rose up!
Zhou Dingbang blocked the shot with his arm raised!
Bang!
A sharp pain shot through my arm.
The force of that kick was so strong that it almost made him kneel down on one knee!
Zhou Dingbang's temples bulged with veins as he stared intently at the young man who had retreated to his original position, seemingly giving him a moment to catch his breath.
boy!
Stop looking down on me!
He suddenly strode forward, lunging at Song Sheng with overwhelming force.
Song Sheng smiled smugly.
That's right, attack against attack!
That's what makes it interesting!
Taking a deep breath, I suddenly sprang to my feet and launched myself forward in the next instant!
Hung Kuen, Tiger and Crane Double Form!
Thump thump thump thump—
In an instant, an extremely intense battle erupted between the bridge players!
A direct and forceful confrontation, attack against attack!
The aggressive fighting style creates an overwhelming sense of oppression!
offstage
The boxing instructors felt as if they had been choked, and their breathing unconsciously slowed down!
Hong Zhennan sat silently in the main seat, staring intently at both sides in the arena.
Zheng Weiji, the eldest disciple standing behind him, swallowed hard: "Master, can Uncle Zhou win?"
Hong Zhennan didn't say a word.
On the field, first, the sound of clothes being torn open rang out, and then Zhou Dingbang, who was attacking fiercely, was scratched on the side of his face with a claw, leaving a bloody mark.
Two breaths later, he swayed and was punched in the left shoulder!
But he fought more and more fiercely, with veins bulging on his forehead, and he started to fight by exchanging punches for punches.
But Song Sheng did not take the hits. Instead, he relentlessly attacked, exploiting Zhou Dingbang’s growing weaknesses to tear apart his Hung Kuen stance!
Suddenly!
Song Sheng seized an opening in Zhou Dingbang's attack, slipped his hand through it, clenched his fist, and slammed it into Zhou's chest like a hammer.
Zhou Dingbang fell backward, but he braced himself with his hands and the strength of his back, and before hitting the ground, he straightened up—
Bang!
Halfway through, Song Sheng turned around and kicked him in the chest!
Zhou Dingbang's face turned pale, blood seeped from his lips and teeth, and he collapsed to the ground.
Song Sheng stopped and looked down at him, saying, "Master Zhou, let's end it here. You've lost."
Zhou Dingbang, panting heavily, got up from the ground, looking up with a bitter smile, blood and foam between his teeth: "Kid, I haven't been beaten out yet, and I've never admitted defeat!!!"
Song Sheng's lips curled slightly:
Why bother? It's just a spent force.
If you like being stubborn, then I'll give you another ride!
Once Zhou Dingbang regained his footing, veins bulged on his neck, and he lunged forward with a burst of energy.
That's all—
Song Sheng took a step, turned around, and kicked off with his leg!
Zhou Dingbang, who barely managed to block with his arms, was sent flying, smashing a row of benches behind him, and slid down the floor not far in front of Hong Zhennan.
He was curled up on the ground, his face as white as paper, unable to stand up.
In an instant
The atmosphere in the huge second-floor lobby seemed to freeze.