Crackling sounds could be heard in the hall. A man and a woman were engaged in the most intense fight. As their punches and kicks collided, the tatami mats that were originally fixed to the ground had been shattered into pieces. The people who had gathered at the edge of the field to watch the fight had already moved far away at this time. Because the scope of the fight was no longer limited to the small judo field, people could only stay far away and watch from afar to avoid being affected by the fight between the two people.
Among the stunned crowd, Ye Han's phone rang. It was not until it rang many times that Ye Han remembered that he had brought his phone with him today. He quickly took it out and answered, "Hello, oh … Jingxian, is your wife with you?
Uh, Master He didn't fight, I'm in my hometown … "
"Don't worry, Master He and I didn't fight. Those Thais, uh … I can't explain it clearly, I'll go back and tell you … Wait a while, I still need to see … Give the phone to my wife, I'll let Master He talk to her …"
After saying that in a hurry, Ye Han patted He Yihong who was next to him and handed the phone to him. He heard the words "I didn't beat … a woman …" from the other side, and his eyes were still on the field. As a martial arts teacher who paid attention to cultivation and fitness, the gentle Ye Han had always hated using martial arts in real combat. Because of this, he liked Jiaming, who had standard routines but was never willing to fight, very much. He had even thought of marrying Lingjing to him — of course, since Shasha had interfered, there was no chance.
However, he was still a martial artist after all, and he certainly had a certain understanding of Muay Thai, which was known as the strongest in actual combat.
Using the most extreme training methods to push a person's body to the peak of destructive power would cause great damage to the body. Once a person reached the age of forty, their physical condition would rapidly decline due to overdraft.
But it was undeniable that a Muay Thai master like Ciri Wong had unparalleled destructive power in every punch and kick. Compared to the current environment, China's martial arts were indeed extremely shocking and terrifying. What was even more frightening was that Thais were generally devout Buddhists, especially Muay Thai practitioners. A truly devout person could maintain a calm mind even in the most brutal fight. This kind of person who trained his body and mind to the peak was almost synonymous with invincibility.
Of course, Ciri Wong's temper was not necessarily good. When he was at the police station, he could angrily attack a child like Jiaming, and even challenge all the martial arts schools in Jianghai because of the indifference of the Chinese side.
However, in every real fight, his state of mind was absolutely calm.
At this time, he had already broken the hands and feet of many martial arts coaches in Jianghai. In the countless narrow circles in Jianghai, everyone had a clear understanding of his strength. If he wanted to fight an enemy, he would basically be courting death by focusing on strength. However, in terms of technique, this Thai man's reaction ability had almost reached the limit of the human body.
Although the female reporter surnamed Jian had shown great strength before, when she really fought against Ciri Wong, she could only win with skills. This was what almost everyone thought, but the reality was completely opposite to their imagination.
Almost from the beginning, she had used almost pure offense to suppress the Muay Thai master. Attack!
Attack!
Attack again!
When the two of them went through the first few punches to test each other, Ciri Wong used a fierce sweep kick, and the woman on the opposite side used an equally fierce kick to force him to take a step back. The scene of an almost overwhelming martial arts competition appeared in front of everyone.
Within a few seconds, the two people's fists and feet were like a storm. People who had not undergone much training could hardly keep up with the speed of their attacks even with their eyes. It was even more difficult to imagine how humans could have such a reaction speed, blocking the whistling straight punch, smashing another one like a steel whip, sidestepping the fierce elbow strike, and before the opponent's knee strike came, he had already smashed the opponent's chest with the same ferocious eight extremities elbow strike. Their bodies almost collided together. Ciri Wong's knee strike had been pushed away at the same time, and the Banlan Hammer of Taiji Fist, which had been used to the extreme, whistled towards him.
Even though they couldn't keep up with the reaction speed of the two people, when Ciri Wong, a Muay Thai master, kept retreating, the situation of the battle was almost clear at a glance.
It was really hard to imagine that a seemingly weak girl could fight in such a fierce way. Even Ye Lian, who had experienced the life and death duel between Jian Suyan and Ōuchi Chōnō, would be frightened at this time. After all, they fought in the dark at that time, but this time, they saw such a fierce scene under the light.
Every punch and kick was like a whistling wind, as if it had been rehearsed for a long time. Perhaps only Ciri Wong, who was constantly retreating, could feel the great pressure of life and death.
As the wall behind him was getting closer and closer, he suddenly widened the distance and used a fierce kick, trying to at least change the direction this time. However, the girl didn't have any intention of dodging. Under the fierce momentum, her eyes were as calm as stagnant water. With an indomitable momentum, she took a step forward and threw a punch.
In an instant, it was as if the air around her was sucked away by this punch. Her fist was in front, and her body was behind. However, it felt as if her body was being pulled by this punch, and there was a soft bang in the air.
Half-step Collapse!
This was the most ferocious way of exerting force in Xingyi Boxing. Even the kick of Muay Thai was smashed by this punch. Ciri Wong's body suddenly moved back, and in his eyes, the girl's figure suddenly expanded. The second Collapse Fist came one after another and blasted toward his heart. He suddenly retreated, and his back was already against the wall. The girl's figure only paused for a moment.
Right, left, right, the third Collapse Fist blasted toward him.
With a loud bang, the entire wall exploded!
This was the wall between the gym and the other gym. At this time, her strength was more improved than when she fought with Ōuchi Chōnō. Under this Collapse Fist, the whole wall was directly smashed with a 30-centimeter wide hole. The tiles on the surrounding walls cracked like a spider web, and the stone chips flew everywhere. A group of girls who were practicing yoga in the opposite gym looked over with a stunned expression.
The people watching the fight also opened their mouths in disbelief.
At the last moment, Ciri Wong escaped the punch in the most embarrassing way. Her body jumped back like lightning, and then suddenly rushed forward. The sweeping leg also left a shocking mark on the wall. As the tiles scattered, the two people fought again.
Ciri Wong was also a martial artist who only wanted to attack. His Muay Thai emphasized straightforwardness, which was purely for killing and destruction. Jian Suyan looked weak and agile, but the one-inch punch of Wing Chun, the whips and hammers of Tai Chi, and the Collapse Fist of Xingyi Boxing … in her hands, they produced a greater destructive power than Muay Thai. Her originally simple and elegant figure was now accompanied by an indomitable momentum.
As Ciri Wong kept retreating, when he came to the edge of the field again, his disciples hurriedly carried the injured and retreated far away. As for He Yihong and the others, they were too scared to stay at the edge of the field. That was why the scene before them happened.
In the eyes of the crowd, the whole fight had been going on for four or five minutes, almost without any pause. As time went by, Ciri Wong's disadvantage became more and more obvious. The surrounding crowd was more and more surprised to see this invincible Muay Thai master being forced to dodge by a woman. His originally handsome face was now covered with blood. Although his eyes were still calm, his body was getting weaker and weaker.
Not many people knew about this. At this moment, Jia Shiming was also a little surprised. Ever since his headache became more and more obvious, even the eight people that Kelly had carefully selected did not last long under his attacks. Cirrion was the first person who could fight for so long and barely hold on.
The gentle force of Tai Chi pushed away the opponent's heavy punch, and his body directly crashed into the opponent's chest. A fierce Iron Mountain Lean, and before the opponent could react, he had already been sent flying.
Her body didn't stop at all. She rushed toward the Muay Thai master who had already lost his balance. Her left palm made a feint, and her right hand, which was hidden under it, suddenly swung out like a snake. In the air, there was a crisp sound.
Ciri Wong wanted to block, but the blow was like lightning, stabbing into the gap between his hands. Two fingers drew a brilliant arc of blood in the air.
"Ah …"
At this point in the fight, Ciri Wong let out a beast-like roar for the first time.
This was probably the first time he had let out such a miserable cry since he mastered the Muay Thai.
However, when they suddenly heard such a miserable cry, even the spectators who were dissatisfied with Ciri Wong, including He Yihong, who was almost beaten up, didn't feel satisfaction or joy. Instead, they felt shock and horror from the bottom of their hearts. Such a powerful Muay Thai master was beaten up like this. Just how terrifying was this woman …
Jiaming didn't have any thoughts about the enemy's roar. He didn't have the slightest thought of holding back. He directly rushed forward. What happened next didn't require any technique …
*****
I originally thought that I would only add one chapter a day, but now it hasn't even been twelve hours and I've already added more than ninety votes. This is too exaggerated. Last night on QQ, I told people that I would add fifty monthly votes and one chapter a day. It was actually very conservative. It was mainly symbolic and to give myself some pressure. I estimated that I would add one chapter every two days at most. Then someone told me, "You'll definitely regret it this month."
"They've been waiting for you for a long time. This time they finally found the opportunity …" Now it seems … ORZ, I remember the chaotic scene when people urged me to update. But it's better now. At least I won't be able to finish all the chapters in one day …
If something like this happens again next month, I'll definitely add more standards … Also, since the Holy War is coming, I won't say that you guys are bad like last time. Please allow me to viciously say that you guys are all good people!!!!!!
O (∩ _ ∩) o …
Also, regarding Half-step Collapse, it's a fist technique that I really like … Actually, I'm not familiar with fist techniques, but I'm sure you guys know one scene. In Jet Li's < Savior >, the bad guy used Xingyi Fist. There were many scenes of Half-step Collapse. My favorite scene was when he was locked up in a cell practicing fist techniques. At that time, he used Half-step Collapse. He punched the wall of the cell until it caved in.
It was so cool! Later on, I did some research. This type of fist technique is definitely the pinnacle of explosive power. Guo Yunshen created Half-step Collapse in a cell. Now that we look at it now, it seems like a simple method. When he fought all over the world, regardless of the opponent's weight, defense, or whether or not they practiced Iron Mantle, he would send them flying with one punch.
As for how it compares to Muay Thai, that's another story. In any case, I'm a staunch supporter of the quintessence of the country. I firmly believe that the current Chinese martial arts can't compare to Muay Thai because it has lost its development environment. Of course, since the current national strength isn't determined by physical combat, we might as well fantasize about it.
I forgot to add in the title. This is an additional chapter with 144 votes.
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