Demon Seymour jumped to the ground and grabbed the coach. The coach's knees swayed outwards, his feet were like mud, and his body shrank like a shrimp. He retreated fast enough, but his left sleeve was still unavoidable and was torn in half by the opponent's grasp.

Come down.

Mai Boer even jumped forward to catch up, and the punch hit a weak spot on the instructor's left forearm as expected.

Where the punch hit, the entire muscle was slightly dented.

The instructor swung the stick with his right hand, and Maipol subconsciously punched him on the right wrist.

Unexpectedly, the instructor's swing was just a fake move, with his five fingers curled up, the body of the stick flashed a fan-shaped afterimage, and turned into a stick tail moving forward, and a dense flying needle was shot out while the smoke was spraying from the port.

Maipole sidestepped and dodged most of the flying needles. He swung away a dozen more needles with his fist, leaving only a few needles that hit him. When they touched the taut muscles, they felt like they were touching stones in the ice and snow.

, were all bounced away.

But the expression on his face was stiff.

The tail of a needle was stuck in the right abdomen, in the wound opened by the instructor just now.

When Mai Boer had just fought with his coach for the first time, he was caught off guard and was injured. When he felt the blood on the injured area, he knew that the three-inch sharp blade at the top was non-toxic, so he dared to use the dangerous style of play to win.

But these flying needles are poisonous and highly poisonous. As soon as they are inserted, the small area is already numb.

He was really a ruthless person. He grabbed it with his hand and ripped off a piece of flesh on his flank. He howled in pain and a handful of blood spurted out.

Demon Seymour patted the injured area, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

Maibool took off his clothes and wrapped them around his waist, and sat on the ground with a pale face, not daring to move any more.

"You are such a treacherous Far Easterner to actually use such a thing!"

Demon Seymour glanced over coldly.

The coach said nothing and stood in front of Ma Zhixing.

The poisonous needle hidden in the tail of the stick was originally his last resort to save his life. He didn't use it when he was betrayed by the traitors and was heavily surrounded. Unexpectedly, he used it in advance today.

But it doesn’t work. In the situation just now, if the coach is even a minute slower, it will be a double attack.

The strong foreign man's boxing skills were by no means inferior to those of the great boxers, and he was also the most ruthless in killing people.

As for this Seymour, he is even more weird.

His pouncing and grabbing movements just now can be regarded as proficient, but in the eyes of the instructor, it seems that there are still many things that are not done well in his body's strength, but he can be so fast and nimble.

His method of helping a strong foreign man stop bleeding was unheard of.

No matter which country's medical skills there are, how can a light tap help stop bleeding in such a large wound?

I only heard that Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang, had similar deeds after practicing three times in his later years. With the power of Baguazhang, he helped people whose stomachs were cut open to close the muscles and seal the skin to stop bleeding. But it should never be like this.

An understatement.

There seemed to be a faint white smoke curling up on the fingertips of Dimon Seymour. He took a step forward, and his five fingers were loose and hanging downwards. When he raised his arm, he suddenly turned into a fist and punched upward.

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This punch moves like an arrow, piercing through and hitting the throat. It is a fatal punch that is rarely seen in boxing matches after the 19th century.

The instructor only moved his face back two inches, raised his right hand, and with a swish of the tip of the stick, stabbed Demon Seymour first.

The blade was aimed at the gap between the ribs, and with the speed of the instructor's breathing and exerting force on the wrist, it could pierce the internal organs before the pain was transmitted to the skin.

Demon Seymour did not dodge at all. The blade was hit by the force of his forward body and broke directly. The redwood stick hit his body with a bang, and many cracks appeared.

The instructor's right hand had a cracked jaw, and Demon Seymour had already hit him. He was as powerful as a giant crocodile eating sheep. He punched out his upper and lower fists, hitting his collarbone and lower abdomen.

call!!!

The coach's body bounced back, flying over Ma Zhixing and hitting the wall.

Demon Seymour's fists have no real feel.

He was not knocked away, but knocked out by himself.

A long, indistinguishable breath sound came from the instructor's mouth. The whole body's center of gravity swayed and changed. The whole person was like a curved skin bag full of elasticity. Originally, the shoulder hit the wall first.

When pressing down, start from the shoulders first, follow the force from the hips to the heels, and then bounce back.

In a blink of an eye, the instructor took advantage of the existence of this wall to increase the speed of his entire body movement to the extreme. He pressed and pushed the palm of his left hand with the five fingers of his left hand, blooming like a flower, and collided head-on with Demon Seymour, hitting him in the chest.

Demon Seymour stumbled, and there was a cracking sound in the air, but it was not his ribs that were damaged.

The instructor had been punched on the left arm just now, but the punch was not strong enough. At this moment, his elbow was misplaced, but as he stretched his left hand, his right hand, which was more powerful, penetrated from below, and hit Seymour's stomach at the upper end of the cardia with a palm.

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At that time, the Tianjin Grand Boxer Association performed martial arts, and the instructor was one of the important players. From the northern boxers, he learned the squeezing strength of Tai Chi, the thief sliding technique of Bagua, and also learned the secret weapon used by Shanxi escorts to counter the horse bandits.

However, the foundation of Kung Fu among the great boxers has already been established. There are some things that they cannot learn when they perform martial arts in the alliance, and some things they cannot learn even if they die. It is easy to change a country, but it is hard to change one's nature. There are some traces left over from the early years of Kung Fu training.

Their bad habits have become their biggest stumbling block.

When it comes time to really fight for your life, you still have to show off your skills that you have practiced for the longest time.

The flower palm hidden in the sleeve means the Central Plains!

The gestures of the right hand are the thumb, middle finger, ring finger and little finger flexed, with the index finger standing upright.

The moment the instructor's right palm struck, he pulled away with his left hand. The index finger of his right hand became thicker and red as blood. He thrust it upwards and clasped his fingertips inwards, firmly latching onto the neck line connecting Seymour's chin and neck.

Even if there is an iron plate in front of me at this moment, the instructor's finger will pierce it and dig out the trachea.

Demon Seymour was like a cold-blooded animal that was frightened by the fire. The pupils in his eyes instantly elongated. For a brief moment, what existed in his eye sockets was a pair of horrifying and bloodthirsty vertical pupils.

The faint light of the scales flashed across his entire head and face, and the point where he was hit on the neck lines was particularly clear and profound.

The instructor felt that every pore on the front of his body was instantly shuddered by the cold air. His right hand, which had been exerting its strength to the maximum, was stinging for a moment and lost consciousness.

Visible frost covered his entire palm.

Seymour just had a tattoo-like scale pattern on his face, and the coach suddenly had a deep and cold understanding.

——The man standing in front of me is completely different from any martial arts school in the world!

BAM!!!!

The instructor's body crashed through the courtyard wall, falling onto the street seven or eight steps outside the ancestral hall amid the movement of broken bricks and sand.

The figure who had just reached the other side of the river on the other side of the ancestral hall saw this scene. In panic, he crossed the water with one step. The figure roared across nearly thirty meters, but his arms were as flexible as thick cotton cloth and grabbed the instructor's body.

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A horizontal wave was drawn on the river.
Chapter completed!