One person threw the wine bottle in his hand at Lu Fan with great force. The bottle flipped in the air. Lu Fan didn't even raise his eyelids. He smashed the bottle with a stick sideways. Another accomplice rushed in front of him with a machete. Lu Fan raised his long sword. The stick pierces the sky diagonally, and the wooden stick draws an arc with the wind and thunder and knocks it to the ground. This is the big slash in the Shaolin monks' stick, and the Japanese swordsmanship originated from this.
Dozens of people behind roared and rushed over. Lu Fan turned around and swiped the stick with great force, knocking over several of them. Then, the group of people began to spread out and surrounded Lu Fan in an airtight circle with weapons in their hands. , Lu Fan began to fight back.
He runs with a weird footwork, erratic and able to advance and retreat freely. This is a combination of the Butterfly Step in the north leg and the Bagua Mud Step. The purpose is to quickly approach the enemy and defend himself. He is the best in actual combat among Chinese martial arts. tricks.
Lu Fan used to continuously move stick techniques in the thousands-square-meter martial arts hall of the Lu family. While running, he would approach any moving wooden stake and attack with stick techniques such as stabbing, pointing, sweeping, poking, swinging, bumping, pounding, and pestling. , attack and go, never stop! When running, do not run in a straight line. Run in curves and turns. Don't face the trees directly. Attack from the side of the wooden pile unexpectedly. This is very important and is the secret of actual street combat. .
Lu Fan can draw the stick very quickly. This is not a box. There is no space restriction. He can face dozens of vicious gangsters with ease. He can stab the enemy in the lower abdomen, pick the enemy's jaw, or sweep the enemy's shin with one blow. Successfully, the light of the stick shattered the rain curtain, and he struck with the stick in a row, flying out of the air. In an instant, the water was swept by the wind, and the sea was calm. In less than five minutes, Lu Fan knocked down a group of people to the ground.
"Whose person?"
Lu Fan stepped forward, put the tip of his stick on the neck of the middle-aged man at his feet, and asked coldly.
"Yes, it's Brother Hu..." The man's face was pale and he was still vomiting blood from his mouth.
Liu Hu?
Lu Fan frowned slightly. When he was in Guangju Building before, Liu Hu had told him face to face that he would settle the grudge between the two of them sooner or later, and very soon.
"How did he know that we would be back tonight and ask you to wait for me in the alley at this time?" Lu Fan asked.
"I don't know. It was Brother Hu who asked us to wait here. We just waited here. He didn't say anything else..." The middle-aged man's face was full of shame. More than forty people were ambushing here with knives and sticks. One night, they were easily defeated by the man they regarded as their prey. If word spread, not only would they be embarrassed, but even Liu Hu would probably not be able to continue to hang out on the road in the future.
"Give me Liu Hu's phone number." Lu Fan said.
"What are you going to do?"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and was about to fight hard when his throat, which was pressed against the wooden stick, suddenly tightened. He hurriedly reached out and took out his cell phone and handed it to Lu Fan.
"Liu Hu."
After Lu Fan answered the phone, he spoke directly.