Marisia shrieked, "China's martial arts are amazing!"
Kessef, who was in the line, glanced back at Maryshea with obvious annoyance. He glanced at me again, as if recalling a memory of the past.
Keszew secretly shot me a cold glance. He seemed to be ready to make a move.
However, he remained calm and didn't step forward. Instead, he crossed his arms and observed the situation.
I was a little puzzled. I didn't know how Keszew had become so calm.
In the past, I didn't need to provoke him. He was eager to fight me. But now, why was he so cautious?
It seemed that Keszew wasn't as reckless as I had thought. He had something on his mind.
Maimai Dong slapped his calf for a while and cried out in pain. Then, he tried to tiptoe and raised his head with a bitter smile. "Chief Instructor Zhao, this slap of yours is really painful. Can you tell me how you did it?
Was it the Iron Palm? "
I smiled. "I didn't practice any palm techniques. I just did it casually."
Maimai Dong was stunned. He scratched his head. "Casually what?
Oh, Instructor Zhao, don't use such a profound idiom. My Chinese isn't that good. "
Maimai Dong laughed self-deprecatingly. He was still moving his feet, rubbing his calf back and forth on the ground. It seemed that my palm was a little too heavy.
Marisia was familiar with China. She took the initiative to translate. "Casually doing it means using it without realizing it … Martial arts. You don't need to prepare in advance. Doing it as you please should be synonymous with doing it as you please, right?"
Maimai Dong was puzzled. He kept praising, "Then I'm even more worried. I have to say, my calf is still swollen. It hurts … It's hard to bear."
I didn't say anything else. Maimai Dong limped back to the group.
After Maimai Dong returned to his position, I began to face the group. After looking around, my eyes stopped on Keszew.
He purposely looked away and didn't look at me.
His mouth opened and closed slightly, as if he was talking to himself.
I cleared my throat and said, "Keszew, I think it's your turn now, isn't it?"
Keszew hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head. "No, no, no. Instructor Zhao, there are so many students who volunteered to spar with you. Why did you pick me? Don't tell me you want to use this opportunity to … teach me a lesson?"
Keszew seemed to have pondered for a long time before he considered the word 'fix'. Although the word was not appropriate here, it was enough to express what he wanted to express.
I didn't expect Keszew to ignore me.
I really don't know what Keszew is up to. In the past, he tried every possible way to exchange pointers and exchange pointers with me, but why is he so reserved now?
Could it be that he guessed that I deliberately used this small event to lure him out of the mountain and 'take the opportunity to teach him a lesson' as he said?
I don't believe that he has Zhuge Liang's ability to foresee the future, but it seems that he has Sima Yi's wisdom.
I was a little disappointed and helpless.
To be precise, I lost a little bit in this small event. If Keszew doesn't go up, what's the point even if I win a hundred times or a thousand times?
But when I thought about it again, I was quite relieved. I had easily defeated the Russian female police officer Sharana and the Japanese police officer Maimaodong. These two achievements were enough to make some of the students develop and deepen their love for Chinese boxing. It would undoubtedly be a boost to their urgent boxing training over the next few days.
After all, the day of the performance was approaching. If we wanted these foreign students to practice China's martial arts well, we had to make them like China's martial arts first. We had to change the passive training to active training, and the effect would be twice the result with half the effort.
Thinking of this, I felt that it was necessary to show off China's martial arts this time!
At this time, the Swedish student suddenly said, "Keszew, don't you often mock China's martial arts for not being worth mentioning? Why don't you dare to spar with Instructor Zhao?"
His words immediately caused a heated discussion among the students.
I was a little happy in my heart. I didn't expect that the Swedish student would be so straightforward. I wondered if Keszew would be able to get on the stage after he started the fire.
Hearing the Swedish student's question, Keszew was a little embarrassed for a moment.
He looked around, wanting to say something, but hesitated.
Keszew casually took a step forward and said with a self-deprecating tone, "Let's fight. I, Keszew, am not a coward!"
His action made all the instructors and students on the scene tense up.
You had to know that he was the world's champion in the field of security. Many people had been looking forward to his wonderful skills.
I adjusted my mood and thought to myself, Finally, the fish has taken the bait!
Keszew's appearance naturally made the atmosphere reach a climax.
A world's champion in the field of security was more important in the hearts of the students than me, the chief instructor.
Keszew smiled strongly and looked indifferent. He slightly shrugged his shoulders and stared at me. "Instructor Zhao, it's time for me to experience your skills."
I half-jokingly said, "Good, I've been waiting for you!"
I took a deep breath, and a warm current flowed from my abdomen to my lower back, passing through my legs and up to my shoulders. My muscles tightened in an instant, and my arms became abnormally thick. The training uniform that fit me was now sticking to my body.
As my luck grew stronger, the loose uniform became a tight-fitting one. It was as if it would tear apart if I moved.
"Hard Qigong!
You use Hard Qigong in a fight? "
Keszew looked at me in surprise. He quickly took off his shirt, revealing his mountain-like muscles.
I didn't comment, but I felt that the training uniform was a hindrance, so I quickly took it off.
Keszew sneered. "It looks scary. You can't hit people if you don't know about Hard Qigong!"
I didn't answer. I just smiled and got into a fighting stance.
Keszew's strength couldn't be underestimated. He had some understanding of the fighting techniques of various countries, including Muay Thai, Taekwondo, and so on.
Therefore, from the beginning of the confrontation, he was quite strong. His practiced fighting posture was very intimidating.
Kessef stared at me intently and said tentatively, "Instructor Zhao, I'll let you broaden your horizons today. I can also use a special fighting technique, so you must be careful."
I said, "That's good. I'd like to see it."
In the end, Keszew took the initiative to attack, throwing a punch.
I had fought with Keszew before, so I had some understanding of his fighting style. He liked to use straight or hook punches to stab people in the stomach. At the same time, he would also use a few fierce Muay Thai moves. Therefore, when Keszew attacked, I immediately tensed up and slid to defend against his punch. Defending against a slap required keen observation and reaction time. If you didn't have absolute confidence, defending against a slap was no doubt a 'suicidal defense'. But looking at the scene, although Keszew's punches were fast and fierce, my reaction time was also fast. I quickly blocked with both hands and neutralized Keszew's punch.
After a few rounds of this deadlock, Keszew saw that he couldn't hit me, so he secretly increased the power of his attacks.
Keszew rushed forward like lightning. Suddenly, he feinted with his left hand and hit my stomach with his right.
I've rarely tried this kind of two-handed attack.
But I had Body Hardening Technique, so for a moment, I had the urge to test the strength of Keszew's punch.
Therefore, I didn't dodge and took his punch head-on.
When the fist hit my stomach, I felt a strong impact, but I didn't feel any pain.
Keszew's expression changed, and he looked a little shocked.
But Keszew immediately changed his attack strategy. He took a few steps back and roared. Then, he took a cross step and threw a heavy punch at my head.
I tilted my head and followed his hand gesture. Like lightning, I took a step forward and backhanded his face.
At the same time, my elbow hit Keszew's chest. My palm turned into a fist, and I quickly threw a punch.
In an instant, Keszew couldn't defend against my lightning-fast moves.
Keszew was a little shocked. He didn't expect my offensive fighting skills to improve so quickly.
When Keszew raised his head, he saw five red finger marks on his left cheek.
Perhaps he felt the burning sensation on his face, and he was a little angry from embarrassment.
To be exact, I rarely used palm techniques. But in China's martial arts, palm attacks were an important way to attack. Palm techniques could be used to attack, defend, cut, and defend. In many cases, palm attacks could achieve unexpected results.
For a moment, Keszew couldn't fight back. He staggered a few steps back and covered his face with his hand.
I didn't take advantage of the situation to attack. I was secretly happy that I had the upper hand.
Keszew rubbed his face with his palm and frowned. "What kind of fighting style is this? Is it really Iron Sand Palm?"
I pinched my nose and smiled. "It doesn't matter what kind of palm it is. The important thing is that I can beat you!"
Keszew glared at me coldly. "It's not that easy!"
I said sternly, "Then let's try again!"
Keszew gathered his courage. As he glided forward, he raised his hand and feinted at my face. Then, he suddenly kicked at me with his right leg.
I took a small step forward and quickly lowered my left hand to block the kick. My right hand pulled back, and then I quickly leaned to the side and elbowed his chest.
Keszew was caught off guard by the series of moves. He was hit in the stomach and chest, and staggered back.
But Keszew was still Keszew. He quickly adjusted his condition, shook his neck, and continued to fight me.
This time, Keszew learned his lesson and used a steady method to attack me.
He first circled me twice in a fighting posture, and then suddenly attacked me from behind.
I raised my hand and caught the punch. Then, I clasped my hands together, and two arms came up.