The fourth thousand two hundred and fifty-fifth chapters combine the virtual and the real
At this time, the old man walked up to the courtyard. He looked at Dabao and others with a smile and clasped their fists in return. Then he lowered his arms and said: "We have different sects. Each sect has its own characteristics in martial arts and different moves.
They are all the same, so I can’t give you any advice. We are just sharing our fighting experience together. It can be seen from your moves just now that you have been practicing martial arts since childhood and have a solid foundation."
He then looked at Fan Dabao and said: "I know your boxing technique. It is very unique. It is a combination of kick punch and fan boxing. When I was young, I once met a master of this boxing technique. At that time, we
We also discussed it and found that this kind of boxing is indeed very practical when practiced to a high level. The kick boxing focuses on the leg skills, while the fan boxing focuses on the technique and body skills. The combination of these two types of boxing can achieve
Demonstrate better practicality.”
The old man then opened his posture and gestured to the moves Fan Dabao used when he kicked out just now. He then said: "You all have good martial arts foundations, but you have only learned the martial arts moves of your respective sects, but you still have
I didn’t fully understand the connotation of these moves.”
The old man then looked at Fan Dabao and said: "Dabao, the move you just used was obviously a feint to attract the opponent's attention. If the opponent is a master with fighting experience, it can be seen at a glance that the focus of your attack is on the legs.
Yes, this shows that there are flaws in your moves. I have already seen during your practice that the moves you use are mainly defensive and feints, and the focus of your attacks are on your legs, which is not good."
The old man then raised his hands and asked: "Dabao, I remember there is a saying in your sect: your hands are two doors, and you rely on your feet to hit people. Right?" Fan Dabao replied with some surprise: "Yes, yes, yes,
When we first learned kung fu, our master told us this." He really didn't expect that the old man would know so much about Chinese martial arts.
The old man smiled and said: "You must think that the hands are two doors, which are used to defend and attract the opponent's attention. In fact, they are not." As the old man spoke, his raised hands suddenly separated, and then he moved them up and down.
A sharp sound of wind hit Fan Dabao's head and lower abdomen. Fan Dabao was shocked and stepped back.
The old man retracted his palms and continued: "As you can see, the door is a barrier to resist attacks, but kicking the door open is the means of attack." When he said this, he suddenly raised his left fist and struck Fan Dabao with a sound of wind.
In front of him, Fan Dabao instinctively raised his arms to block, and at the same time took a step sideways to dodge. But at this moment, the old man's right leg had been raised and kicked straight towards his lower abdomen. Fan Dabao was shocked and moved towards
Step back.
At this moment, the old man's right leg dropped, his body had already taken half a step forward, and the left fist he was punching suddenly accelerated and hit Fan Dabao's chest.
The old man's fist hit Fan Dabao's chest with a gust of wind and suddenly stopped. Fan Dabao staggered back two steps in panic before he regained his balance. He shouted with a red face: "Grandpa, you
His moves change so fast, I feel so defenseless!" Several soldiers around Fan Dabao also stared at the old man in astonishment with their eyes wide open.
Fan Dabao's fighting ability was the strongest among them, but Fan Dabao not only had no ability to fight back, he couldn't even dodge, which really shocked them.
The old man looked at Fan Dabao and said with a smile: "Actually, I used the moves you just used. Fighting is about combining virtual and real moves, alternating between fast and slow. In a life-and-death fight, the fake moves on your hands can be turned into real moves at any time.
, and the real move can also be turned into a feint at any time according to the opponent's reaction. This last real move must be done with all your strength, as fast as lightning. At this point, you both still lack the firepower, the use of hands, eyes, and legs.
It still lacks some heat.”
Fan Dabao stared blankly at the old man and pondered for a moment, then he clasped his fists with joy and shouted to the old man: "I understand, thank you grandpa for your advice!"
The old man waved his hands, turned to Chengru and the others standing behind him and said: "Xiaocheng, Xiaobao, Wawa, and Zisheng, the four of you go down and spar with Dabao and the others. Don't strike too hard. The moves are for actual combat.
For service, they must conduct move-dismantling training in actual combat, so that they can truly understand the application of each move in actual combat."
As the old man spoke, Cheng Ru and others had already walked out from under the eaves. They stood in front of Fan Dabao and others, clasping their fists and saluting. Then they raised their hands to give each other a weak slap, and then took half a step back.
Fan Dabao and the others understood that Chengru and the others were worried that they would not take the initiative to attack, so they politely struck out. They immediately opened up their posture, swayed their bodies and rushed towards Chengru and the others, raising their clenched fists.
Then attack the opponent.
Under the blazing sunshine, the figures in Wanjia's small courtyard immediately swayed, the wind blew fiercely, and there were continuous sounds of "bang bang", "bang bang" and "bang bang" hitting and blocking.
Wan Lin and the old man stood under the eaves, watching the fierce fighting scene in the courtyard. Yu Wenfeng, who was injured, looked at it for a while, turned to Wan Lin and said: "Baotou, the individual fighting of these people from the Southwest Special Forces Brigade"
Their abilities are pretty good.”
Wan Lin looked at the courtyard and replied: "It's indeed good. Dabao and the others' martial arts have their own characteristics, but they lack some practical experience. Grandpa, what do you think?"
The old man smiled and said: "Yes, it is indeed good, but the use of moves is not reasonable. With their current skills, two or three young men cannot get close to them. However, they are still worse than Xiao Cheng and Zi Sheng.
Some lack actual fighting experience and are still not flexible enough in the use of moves. Some moves are just showy and have no actual combat effect."
The old man watched the fighting movements of Fan Dabao and others in the courtyard for a while, then sighed and shook his head and said: "Many martial arts schools have gone astray now. The moves in the routines are all useless and useless, and they can't be used at all.
These are the moves left by their ancestors.”
Wan Lin nodded solemnly. Indeed, Dabao and the others were good at Kung Fu, but many of their moves were just showy and had no actual combat effect at all, let alone compared with Hua Bao and the others. He then turned to look at La
Lingling, who was standing aside with Xiao Min, asked: "Lingling, have Da Zhuang and the others called?"
Lingling turned to look at him and replied: "I just sent a message. They drove to Da Zhuang's house safely at around 11 o'clock last night. There is nothing wrong now, so they didn't call you."
Wan Lin nodded with a gloomy expression, then looked at Xiaoya and whispered: "Xiaoya, when you are fine, just call Wen Meng. I always feel like something is going to happen."