diskusbooks Chapter 180 Xingyi Gale Palm
Chapter 180 Xingyi Gale Palm
Chapter 180 Xingyi Gale Palm
The little girl watched number 3 and number 4 wrestling in the ring, a power far beyond what a little girl like her could match.
People were also discussing it, saying, "These two brothers seem to be evenly matched, and it will be difficult to determine a winner."
"There will be an answer. After all, physical strength is limited. When you run out of energy, you'll get the result."
The two continued grappling in the ring, Number 3 pushing forward, Number 4 pushing backward. Number 4 tripped him with his foot, Number 3 stepped back. Number 4 threw Number 3 to the ground, and Number 3 tried to get up. Number 3 knocked Number 4 down, and Number 4 tried to get up... This went on for about fifteen minutes until both were exhausted and lay motionless on the ground...
The instructor looked at them and asked, "Can you still get off the stage? If you can, get off quickly, others still have to compete."
The two waved their hands, indicating that they really couldn't go on and needed to rest for a while.
"That's pretty ruthless; he fell so hard he was completely exhausted."
"Even close brothers should keep clear accounts," that's exactly what you two are all about.
"Teacher, please announce the results first."
"Alright, I'll announce the results," the instructor said. "Both of them have passed. Who wants to go up and carry them down?"
"I'll do it." Two young men went up and each lifted one of the brothers down. People secretly clicked their tongues in amazement; these two brothers were really going all out...
One group of people went up and down, some passed and some were eliminated, until the mentor announced the numbers: "Please come up to the stage, candidates number 61 and 62."
Number 62, they called my name. The little girl walked shakily onto the ring...
The crowd below the stage buzzed with discussion, "Is she shaking?"
"Was she scared?"
"Come down, don't embarrass yourself. How can you fight if you're so scared?"
"You're trembling like that, and you still want to learn martial arts? Are you kidding me?"
The little girl remained silent as she watched the mocking laughter from the crowd below. Number 61, also a girl, stepped onto the stage—the same girl who had earlier mocked Chen Feng for being an old cow dating a young girl.
The two men clasped their hands in a gesture of respect to the dean and the four mentors, who nodded in acknowledgment, and the competition began.
The woman in number 61 took the initiative, pressing forward relentlessly with each move, each one potentially fatal. The young girl was forced back step by step, and if she wanted to watch, she would be cornered in the ring.
Martial Arts Academy, on the arena.
The woman unleashed a barrage of powerful punches, each aimed at the little girl's vitals. The little girl, unable to withstand the onslaught, retreated step by step.
The crowd below the stage buzzed with discussion, "This little girl is doomed to lose; she looks completely outmatched!"
Someone echoed, "Yes, this woman's punches and kicks were so fierce that the little girl had to retreat repeatedly. The difference in strength was huge, and the result was completely predictable."
The martial arts academy instructors nodded. "The woman has already gained a significant advantage, and she went first, showing great initiative. This girl is not cut out for martial arts."
"That's right. Although she's very proactive, this woman uses ruthless methods, aiming for vital points and taking lives with every move. Is that right?"
"Could they have a grudge against each other? If so, it's understandable. But if it's not hatred, this woman's ruthless actions, even if she wins the competition, her character... should be reconsidered."
"Indeed, poisoning fellow disciples is a grave taboo. Those of questionable character shall not be allowed to pass."
After speaking, the instructors looked at the dean, who nodded and said, "Practicing martial arts begins with cultivating virtue. If one's character is flawed, learning martial arts skills may lead to trouble in the future."
The mentors nodded, having already made up their minds.
On the stage, the woman delivered a side kick straight for the little girl's abdomen. If it had hit, the girl would have been seriously injured. Sensing the danger, the little girl took two steps back.
The woman missed her kick, then spun around and swung a straight kick at the little girl's head, which the girl dodged. The woman followed up with three punches, her right fist aimed at the little girl's face, which the little girl blocked with her left hand. The woman withdrew her right fist and threw a left hook at the little girl's temple, which the little girl blocked again with her right hand. The woman withdrew her left fist and threw another right punch, this time aimed at the abdomen instead of the head.
This is actually a woman's tactic. This style of boxing is called the Three-Punch Combo. The moves are simple: three punches are thrown, the first two to the head, and the last to the abdomen. This is also the killing move of the Three-Punch Combo. Its power lies in psychological warfare. When people fight, it's easy to predict the opponent's moves, such as what punch or kick they will throw, and what part of their body they will attack. The first two punches to the head are one to the left and one to the right. This is to lure the opponent out with their hands to protect their head, while the woman keeps the third punch hidden. If the opponent anticipates this and thinks the next attack is also aimed at the head, then she has fallen into the trap. This is because the third punch is aimed at the opponent's defenseless abdomen. The abdomen has no bone protection, only a few layers of muscle, and inside are internal organs. Once attacked, it can easily cause serious injury. This is the dangerous aspect of the Three-Punch Combo.
The woman landed a third punch on the girl's abdomen. The girl quickly retreated, but it was too late; the punch landed. Feeling pain in her abdomen, the girl retreated again, reaching the edge of the ring. Looking back, she realized she had nowhere left to go.
The crowd below the stage started whispering again, "That was a triple punch, wasn't it? The girl couldn't dodge it and was fooled."
"People with insufficient practical experience are indeed easily deceived. The three-hit combo is designed to catch people off guard and is specifically designed to counter prediction."
The mentor nodded. The woman had a lot of practical experience, but this young girl was indeed not up to par.
On the stage, the woman saw that the little girl had nowhere to retreat and was in a sorry state, and she was very proud. "Admit defeat. You are no match for me. I see that your backer is so powerful, but he hasn't taught you any skills."
"I've taught her." The little girl thought to herself, "That last hit hurt a bit. I'll chat with her while she's smug and buy her some time to recover."
"Taught you? What did he teach you? How did he turn you into this? Haha..." the woman mocked.
"I don't dare to use what he taught me carelessly, I'm afraid I'll hurt you." The little girl described with an exaggerated expression, "It hurts a little, I'll wait a little longer."
"What? You're afraid of hurting me?" The woman was already very smug, and seeing the little girl's disheveled appearance, she couldn't help but say such things. "Haha...haha, you're afraid of hurting me? I beg you, please hurry up and do it. I can't wait any longer. Hurry up and hurt me, quick!"
The little girl shifted her body, feeling that it was about time, and said, "Here I come, be careful."
The little girl struck out with a palm, aiming straight for the woman's face. The woman blocked it with her hand and threw a right punch. The little girl sidestepped and appeared directly on the woman's right side. The woman's right punch missed, and the little girl closed in on her right side again. She quickly withdrew her fist, trying to change her attack route. At this moment, the little girl had already circled behind the woman and struck her in the back with a palm.