Summary of the previous chapter: The competition begins immediately, with Ma Cheng, the third son of the Ma family, facing off against Zi Biao, the second son of the Zi family. As soon as it started, Zi Biao showed strength...
From the corner of his eye, Ma Cheng glanced at his fourth brother, Ma Xiaoquan, who was sitting under the platform, and nodded secretly in his heart.
Taking two steps back again, Ma Cheng stabilized his body. At this time, Zi Biao no longer hesitated and raised his fists to attack again.
After trying a head-on confrontation, Ma Cheng learned wisely this time.
In his heart, there was an onlooker who was sighing at his fourth brother Ma Xiaoquan. At the same moment, Ma Cheng also made the best preparations to deal with it.
Zi Biao's fist hit Ma Cheng's chest. Ma Cheng grinned, his hands were in the shape of eagle claws, his body twisted, and he directly pressed the Taiyuan points on the wrists of Zi Biao's hands.
There are three points on the wrist of the human body, the first one is Taiyuan, the second one is Daling, and the third one is Shenmen.
Taiyuan point is located at the side of the wrist crease, belonging to the Taiyin lung meridian of the hand. It is the original point of the lung and the meeting point of hundreds of meridians. If hit too hard, the Yin will stop the hundreds of meridians and damage the qi internally. To put it simply, if Ma Chengkou hits
Zi Biao's Taiyuan point will definitely disperse his breath and cause disorder.
The most important thing for anyone who practices martial arts is the regulation of breath. Ma Cheng is very smart in this move. Although Zi Biao is not very talented in martial arts, he has a solid knowledge of martial arts theory. Even though his hands and wrists are wrapped with gold
There was a silk wrist guard, but Zi Biao believed that with the strength of Ma Cheng's fists against him just now, if he was caught by him like this, the Taiyuan point would be injured.
When Zi Biao changes his moves before the battle, he also uses his fists as claws.
Zi Biao's hands were much larger than those of Ma Cheng, and his big hands pressed against him like two cattail fans.
Ma Cheng seemed to have expected it. At the same time as Zi Biao's claws were attacking, he changed his moves again and stabbed Zi Biao's hands with his sword fingers.
"Yeah" Zi Biao never expected that Ma Cheng would be so sensitive. When the sword pointed at the tiger's mouth, he immediately felt numbness and pain in his arms.
Zi Biao frowned and retracted his hands, jumped a few steps back, and distanced himself from Ma Cheng.
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Under the platform, Zi Shaobo also frowned. As a bystander, he could clearly see the fleeting changes of tactics just now.
Zi Shaobo didn't think that Zi Biao's fists could defeat the three sons of the Ma family, but... the quick changes of the three sons of the Ma family made Zi Shaobo sigh inwardly.
"As expected of the Ma family, they are really powerful." Zi Shaobo nodded to his second brother Zi Shaoyan and whispered.
Zi Shaoyan smiled slightly, turned around and asked Zi Long beside him: "Zi Long, if you were Zi Biao, what would you do next?"
Zilong smiled slightly: "Quick attack!"
Zi Shaoyan chuckled and said no more.
Zi Biao on the platform also heard the conversation between Zi Shaoyan and Zi Long.
Although he was a little unconvinced, Zi Biao still agreed with Zi Long's statement.
Next, Zi Biao really launched a fast attack, and it was getting faster and faster.
On the other side of the platform, Ma Ruiqing frowned slightly. Zi Biao's fast break was actually not difficult to break. The key was... that other junior from the Zi family could see Cheng'er's experience in dealing with fast breaks at a glance.
The shortcomings are not simple, absolutely not simple.
Behind Ma Ruiqing, Ma Xiaoquan couldn't help it anymore and said loudly: "Third brother, four ounces is enough to move a thousand pounds."
Ma Ruiqing was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Ma Xiaoquan with a look of surprise on his face.
"Four Liangs and Thousands of Jin" comes from Tai Chi. Specifically, there are no specific specific moves.
Ma Xiaoquan was also in a hurry. He didn't know whether Ma Cheng knew Tai Chi. After all, in his opinion, Tai Chi had just appeared not long ago. Even if Ma Cheng knew it, he probably wouldn't know much about it. It is said that Tai Chi was created by Zhang Sanfeng.
, Zhang Sanfeng, er, Ma Cheng from the Ming Dynasty did not know much about Tai Chi, but the concept of "four ounces to move a thousand catties" was easy to understand for him who had practiced martial arts for a long time.
Zi Biao's fast attack was very messy, going up and down, left and right. If it had been used by ordinary people, Zi Biao would have spotted the opening and knocked it over with one strike. But... for
For Ma Cheng, who has been on the battlefield and tempered among the dead, Zi Biao's seemingly unorganized fast attack does not pose much of a threat.
Although Ma Cheng was doubtful that his fourth brother would suddenly say "four taels to move a thousand catties", with the enemy in front of him, Ma Cheng did not dare to think about it further, and he had no time to think about it.
Ma Cheng gradually retreated towards the edge of the platform, while Zi Biao started to fight, thinking that Ma Cheng was retreating steadily.
Zi Shaoyan sighed and whispered to his younger brother Zi Shaobo: "Zi Biao is going to lose."
Zi Shaobo had a gloomy look on his face, and his second brother's judgment had always been very accurate. On this platform, Zi Biao seemed to have always had the advantage, but in fact he had jumped into the trap set by Ma Cheng.
"Yeah!" Zi Biao confidently punched him. This punch was fast and powerful, and it blocked Ma Cheng's avoidance direction very well.
Zi Biao felt proud in his heart. No matter whether Ma Cheng dodges or catches this punch, he will be knocked off the platform.
According to the regulations, the competition is within the scope of the platform, and as long as you take half a step outside the platform, you will be judged to have lost.
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What Zi Biao could think of, Ma Cheng had already thought of.
Seeing Zi Biao showing a hint of pride, Ma Cheng sighed softly and walked towards Zi Biao's fist.
Zi Biao's fist was too big, and the visual impact was huge. The little girl Liu Xiangxiang didn't know martial arts. When she saw Ma Cheng coming forward, she was so scared that she covered her eyes.
Li Qinghan and Qiao Yu both knew martial arts, and as bystanders, they had already foreseen the final result.
Qiao Yu turned his head and said to her husband Ma Yuan: "Ms. sir, third brother has won, it's your turn."
Ma Yuan nodded and hummed softly.
At this moment, the competition ended.
Ma Cheng stood alone on the platform, while Zi Biao stood under the platform with a confused look.
The result is self-evident, Ma Cheng wins and Zi Biao loses.
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Zi Biao's face looked very ugly. He was clearly determined to win just now, but why, why at the last moment, he lost the competition because of his unstable center of gravity.
Ma Cheng stretched out his hand, pulled Zi Biao onto the platform, smiled and patted Zi Biao on the shoulder: "You are very strong, but you don't have enough practical experience. If I go head-to-head with you, I will definitely lose."
Zi Biao is a generous person. Since he lost, he will simply admit it.
"I lost," Zi Biao lowered his head and said.
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Zi Shaoyan laughed, stood up, and shouted: "Zi Biao, losing is not terrible, what is terrible is your mentality. Remember, people in my Zi family stand up from where they fall."
Zi Biao looked at his fourth uncle Zi Shaobo and saw that Zi Shaobo was also nodding his head. His mood, which was not yet calm at first, suddenly eased a lot.
"I understand, kid." Zi Biao bowed respectfully to Zi Shaoyan and Zi Shaobo, then turned around, bowed to Ma Ruiqing and Ma Mu, and slowly stepped back from the platform.