Ding Xiu just used the upward pull in the sword technique, which was a very ordinary move, but because of the tricky angle, surprise, and power of the move, Zhang Xiong almost lost his grip on the dog beating stick.

Frightened, Zhang Xiong counterattacked with his stick. After temporarily forcing Ding Xiu back, he did not intend to give him too much chance to breathe. He swung his dog-beating stick and attacked Ding Xiu's upper, middle and lower routes.

He could see that Ding Xiu had studied weapons, and he might still be in trouble.

The best way is to break his eyebrow-leveling stick first.

The tactics are a bit dirty, but there is no other way, in order to win.

When you get into the ring, you only have to win or lose. You have to use all the methods and moves you can without violating the rules.

This is considered good for him. Look at those who play sports. In order to prevent the opponent from scoring at critical moments, shoveling, pulling clothes, and hitting people are all basic operations. The worst is a red card warning.

It is very cost-effective to use a violation opportunity to replace the opponent's score.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

In the lobby on the second floor, Ding Xiu drew his stick and kept blocking Zhang Xiong's attacks, averting several crises.

The onlookers' views on him once again changed slightly.

The president of the Jingwu Martial Arts Association nodded and said: "I didn't expect that he is not only proficient in fists and kicks, but also knows a little about stick skills. It is not easy at this age."

After just a few moves, everyone still hadn't seen Ding Xiu's full strength, and they didn't think about his sword skills. They just felt that the front end of the stick was broken, and there was no way to hold it with both hands.

But seeing Ding Xiu's calm fighting style in the face of danger, I recognized his strength. If it were an ordinary expert, he would have been in a hurry, but unlike him, he could still act so calm.

However, defeat is inevitable sooner or later, because the eyebrow stick cannot withstand a few blows. Ding Xiu has already fought hard for several rounds, and he is afraid that it will break after two more blows.

"Crack!"

While he was still thinking about how long he could hold on, in the middle of the field, Ding Xiu faced the powerful and heavy dog-beating stick and subconsciously stretched out the stick to block it. With a crisp sound, the sticks broke in unison and split into two.

There is nothing you can do about this. After practicing kung fu to the end, it is more about muscle memory. Many times it is a subconscious reaction and cannot be thought about.

When someone releases a stick, your eyes see it, your brain thinks again, and issues instructions to the limbs. When the limbs move, the day lily becomes cold.

That's why you need to practice muscle memory. When you see someone raising his hand, you punch. When someone kicks you, you step back. When you get close, you hit with a short kick. When you distance yourself, you sweep your legs. All actions are completed in an instant.

Ding Xiu's eyebrow-raising stick is different from Zhang Xiong's dog-beating stick. He was able to block a few blows in an orderly manner before because of his rich fighting experience.

Zhang Xiong raised his hand and took a step forward. He knew what the opponent was going to do, and reacted quickly in his brain to dodge these attacks without breaking the stick.

But as the opponent's attacks became faster and faster, he didn't have much time to think, and all of a sudden he acted subconsciously.

Therefore, there is no way to break the stick.

The stick was still good after breaking. After the stick broke, the force of the dog-beating stick continued to hit Ding Xiu.

Seeing this, some people have closed their eyes.

The overall situation is settled.

Wu Bing sighed slightly, feeling that it was not worth it for Ding Xiu. If Ding Xiu was holding a good weapon at this moment, this result would never be the result.

"Bang!"

The dog-beating stick hit the ground, hammering out a hole as big as a fist in the wooden floor.

Everyone looked intently and saw that Ding Xiu was unharmed.

It turned out that just at the moment when the eyebrow-raising stick broke, Ding Xiu's side of his body passed by the dog-beating stick, and he avoided it by just a hair's breadth.

For a master like him, just the moment the eyebrow-raising stick and the dog-beating stick collide, he knows that the eyebrow-raising stick is about to break.

No, or in other words, when he subconsciously raised the eyebrow stick, he knew it was going to break.

So the body reacted quickly and turned sideways to avoid the dog beating stick.

At the same time, his feet were not idle. Before Zhang Xiong could lift the stick, he stepped heavily on the front of the dog beating stick with one foot.

With a weight of more than one hundred kilograms and Ding Xiu's deliberate exertion of force, Zhang Xiong was panting after being beaten for a while, unable to lift the dog stick at all, and his face turned red from holding back.

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped and their eyes widened.

No one expected that Ding Xiu would move so quickly, and the situation that was destined to lose suddenly turned around.

Breaking the stick at the eyebrow level, dodging sideways, and using his feet to suppress the dog beating stick, everything was completed in an instant. If any one of them moved slower, he would lose.

"Damn, can young people react so quickly?"

"Damn it, if it were me, I would have to hit my head with this stick."

"The reaction speed of his nerves is amazing. He is a natural athlete."

"He not only reacts quickly, but also has rich combat experience. He can predict the consequences the moment the stick breaks. Otherwise, if he reacts quickly, he would only be able to dodge sideways at most."

Amidst the exclamations, a big boss gave a reliable explanation.

Ding Xiu's series of actions did not reflect his quick reaction. He simply had too much combat experience. After hitting him, he subconsciously followed up with a series of subsequent moves.

You must know that human nerves and body are two different systems.

React quickly. React quickly, but your body must be able to keep up. Otherwise, it's all in vain.

Normal people have a transition time when you react and move your body, but experts are different. Years of fighting make them just glance at it and their bodies move accordingly.

In some cases, the body can even react faster than the brain.

Ding Xiu is obviously the latter. No, he is much more powerful than the latter. Not only does his body react quickly, but his nerves also react very quickly.

If nothing else, Zhang Xiong will lose.

"Wow!"

Unable to lift the dog-beating stick, Zhang Xiong used both hands to pull the stick out from under Ding Xiu's feet.

When he was still about to lift the stick, Ding Xiu moved his legs. At this distance, he struck first, and his legs were much faster than the stick.

"Bang!"

A side kick hit Zhang Xiong's chest. Zhang Xiong took five or six steps back. He just raised the stick and was about to smash it down when he held the stick with one big hand.

I don't know when, Ding Xiu has arrived, holding the stick in his left hand, pinching Zhang Xiong's neck with his right hand, licking his lips and grinning.

"You lost."

His throat was pinched and he couldn't speak. Zhang Xiong wanted to struggle, but Ding Xiu suddenly increased his strength. He felt it was difficult to breathe. If he moved again, his neck might be broken.

Inadvertently, he looked into Ding Xiu's eyes with unwilling eyes.

The eyes are cold, ruthless, and full of murderous intent.

Many words were stuck in his throat, and Zhang Xiong swallowed them. He was really afraid that Ding Xiu would kill him here in the next second.

Zhang Xiong, whose face was already turning red and veins popped out on his forehead, didn't wait for the referee to say anything and patted Ding Xiu's arm hard to sign in.

Ding Xiu was unmoved, sneered, looked around and said, "What is he doing? Is he admitting defeat or attacking without making a sound? Should I stop or not?"

From the beginning, he used a broken stick to bully people, and the dog-beating stick was so fierce that if he wasn't careful, he would have to go to the hospital and lie down for half a month.

When his stick broke, no one came out to say a word.

Now after just warming up, I want to admit defeat. How can it be so easy? Let’s give it a good beating.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"I, I, admit..."

With his neck being pinched, Zhang Xiong patted Ding Xiu's arm again and struggled to utter a few words. However, before he could finish speaking, the force on his neck suddenly increased, and all the subsequent words were lost.

"What did he say?" Ding Xiu asked everyone.

Everyone: "..."

mmp!

You can't hear what he said. People are going to be strangled to death by you. What do you think he said?

"Ahem." After a cough, a famous martial arts star from Hong Kong stood up. Zhang Xiong's face turned green. If he didn't stop him, someone might die: "He gave up."

"That's right, old man, do you keep your word? If the person involved doesn't admit it, he will be ready to launch a sneak attack as soon as I let him go. He's here to deceive me."

"No, my words still work."

People were so pinched that they rolled their eyes, and they even attacked me secretly, to deceive me. I have to be able to sneak attack them.

"Okay, since you said so, I believe it."

As soon as Ding Xiu let go, Zhang Xiong seemed to have had all his strength taken away from him. He was lying on the floor, gasping for air like a dead fish. The dog-beating stick fell to the side and he no longer had the strength to lift it up.

"Sorry, I got a little too serious just now and couldn't hold back. Are you okay?"

Facing Ding Xiu's hypocrisy, Zhang Xiong didn't have the strength to challenge him, so he just barely raised his hand and waved it.

Watching Zhang Xiong being carried away, Ding Xiu said angrily: "Next one."

"Next!"

On the Internet, regarding Ding Xiu’s success in the fifth round challenge, Hong Kong and mainland netizens are in a state of confusion.
To be continued...