On the side, Wang Baoqiang covered his stomach, rolled and climbed to the wall and leaned against him, and he didn't stand up even if he beat him to death.

The guy who had just been knocked down and got up again lay down again in less than a second.

So many of them were beaten by Ding Xiu alone, but no one believed them when they were spread, but that's the truth.

"Pap!"

At this time, Ding Xiuzheng hooked his hands on a man's neck and hit his knees upwards.

The first stroke was blocked by the other party with his elbow, the third stroke broke the defense, and the knee was pressed against the stomach, and the stomach acid was almost vomited.

Wu Jing, who was unwilling to give up, ran behind Ding Xiu for some time, hugged his hands on his waist, lifted it up hard, and wanted to hold it and fall.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Xiu's body sank, stomped a horse stance, letting Wu Jing pull the willow down and urged him to move. He turned around, bent his elbow, and smashed it down heavily.

"thump!"

Wu Jing lay on the ground, covering his old waist and moaned: "Damn, you're going to kill me, my waist is almost broken."

Ding Xiu didn't say anything. Until now, there were few people standing there. There was a piece of people standing there, and the people standing were looking from afar and didn't dare to step forward.

"Just just felt that you couldn't do it, be firmer."

"Baoqiang, come here."

"I won't go." Wang Baoqiang shook his head like a rattle.

He was whipped by his legs and the pain had not disappeared yet. He really didn't want to experience it for the second time.

"That big man, come here."

"Brother Xiu, my feet are numb."

"Brother Flat Head."

"Brother Xiu, I have a stomachache."

Ding Xiu ordered several people in a row, but none of them were willing to come forward to gesture.

Who dares to fight with him? It’s not a human being when fighting. None of the ten people went together to test the limit.

"What a pity." Ding Xiu sighed regretfully.

This is why he doesn't like fighting with others in the past two years. No one can fight. Even if ten people go together, they can't force him to use all his strength.

And I didn't dare to exert too much force, for fear of hurting people, and a little afraid of hands and feet.

"Don't lie on the ground, I'll give you some medicinal wine."

After the words came, the people on the ground got up.

I didn't get up before because I didn't dare to get up, so I was afraid of being beaten, so I just pretended to be dead on the ground. Now I don't get beaten anymore, so I naturally don't have to pretend.

A few minutes later, in the yard, a group of big men were shirtless, and two people were in groups to apply medicinal wine to each other.

Screams echoed one after another.

Looking closely at them, they were more or less injured, green and purple.

There is no way, there is no way to get hurt in the competition. Even with protective gear, some places still cannot be protected. After hitting the enemy, no one can take too much care. They take the fist to the enemy.

Sometimes Ding Xiu couldn't stop, so he was inevitably more heavy.

Holding an apple in his hand, Ding Xiu came to Wu Jing and smiled and said, "Brother Jing, today is really troublesome. I'll treat you tonight and everyone will have a meal together."

After snatching the apple, Wu Jing took a big bite: "I also want to spend more time training for me for the matter."

Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Good brother, you think about me so much. I will definitely do my best to help you. From now on, I will follow today's standard every day. I will hit you in the morning and you will hit me in the afternoon."

The cold wind blew, and everyone looked over.

Still?

Just be beaten up, why are you still beaten every day? Who can withstand this?

Wu Jing's eyes flashed. It seemed that if Ding Xiu was not convinced, he would not be able to stop the situation in the future. He brought about ten brothers to be beaten every day, which was unreasonable.

Since more than ten are not enough, then add people, twenty or thirty, and fifty are really not enough. The most important thing for Shicha Sports School is the big man.

"Brother Xiu, do you think this is OK? I'll bring more people here tomorrow."

Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "Okay."

It is not easy to find a sparring partner. Ordinary people have weak constitutions and are not enough to beat them, and they are not resistant to beatings. The sports school is different. They practice martial arts every day, know how to fight and have good physical fitness.

But he couldn't move these people, and they were not his subordinates.

It would be better if Wu Jing could help him get someone.

In the afternoon, in the yard, there were about ten people gathering in a circle to watch Ding Xiu and Wu Jing’s actual Sanda battle.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Wu Jing kicked Ding Xiu's head with every fierce high leg, and Ding Xiu blocked all his arms, blocking them while talking.

"If you can't exert force, your toes are a little higher."

"Pay attention to body twisting, grab the ground with five toes, and the strength is transmitted to the calves through the soles of the feet. The calves drive the thighs, the lower body drives the upper body, and kicks out in an instant."

"The instep is insufficiency."

"Attack the enemy for seven points, keep three points on your own. Don't use all your strength, otherwise you will not have time to defend yourself once you defend yourself against your central gap."

"I'll teach you a combo..."

Ding Xiu taught nothing about advanced things, but also very ordinary attack methods, leg techniques, boxing techniques, and simple defense in Sanda.

But he couldn't resist his strong practical experience. Something very ordinary when he fell into his hands immediately became unusual. Without fancy moves, he went to the enemy's gap every time.

For example, his martial arts theory is that small injuries are replaced with big injuries, and large injuries are replaced with life.

After listening to it, all the sports school members were stunned. The afternoon of teaching opened the door to a new world for them.

The next day, early in the morning, someone came to Ding Xiu's house.

Under Wu Jing's leadership, thirty men entered the door, with an average age of 25 years old. They were all full of energy, strong and muscular.

When I go to that stop, I feel very oppressive.

Thanks to the large yard, they would not be able to accommodate them.

"Charter, I heard that eight of you were beaten up yesterday by one of you. I'll come here to see it today."

"I don't know that they are celebrities, and I'm afraid of being hurt, so I didn't dare to take action."

"Fuck, no matter how bad you are, you're afraid of being hurt, you can get shit if you hit ten or one. Ding Xiu is really strong."

"You will know what a martial arts movie is in a while."

"Ding Xiu is the strongest and most capable of fighting Chuanwuli Kung Fu in my life."

"Ten people yesterday, twenty today should be able to get over."

"Quiet, here we come."

Ding Xiu's face was flushed today, very happy, and his blood was already boiling before the fight started.

After saying hello to everyone, they were divided into a team of fifteen people, and everyone was wearing protective gear.

He wasn't that arrogant yet after hitting thirty at once.

Thirty people, the yard was almost full, and no one could stand it if they rushed forward.

Wu Jing was holding the camera and stood excitedly on the stone table to record the video. Such big scenes are rare, and they may only be once in this life.

"superior!"

I don’t know who shouted, and fifteen big men rushed towards Ding Xiu together.

Some of the people in this team just came today. I have heard that Ding Xiu is powerful, but I don’t believe in evil.

Is it possible to fight ten? It’s obviously impossible. Why are you bragging about it?

"Wow!"

The first figure flew out first, lying on the ground and moaned.

After the first one, the second one followed one after another.

There are a lot of people today, so Ding Xiu dared not hold back, otherwise he would definitely lose.

Without killing, he exerted all his strength.

Facing fifteen martial arts practitioners, it is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep to kill all directions, elbows, fists, legs, knees, and every joint in the body is his weapon.

Under his fist, someone screamed every second.

It’s no different than when someone was beaten up yesterday and still got up to fight the second battle, and when someone was beaten down today, there are few people who get up again after lying down.

Another group of fifteen people watching the battle were responsible for treating the wounded. They helped one of them fall and helped them aside. In less than five minutes, Ding Xiu was the only one left standing.

I saw his lips open and he was breathing slightly.
To be continued...