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Chapter 796 Chinese Kung Fu

Zhao Zhu was depressed and wanted to regain his position, so he attacked with every move.

I saw her erratic figure, fierce moves, her fists were like the two hooks of a praying mantis, and she danced like a tiger and a tiger in the wind.

Zhu Jin saw Mantis Boxing for the first time, and he couldn't figure out the reality for a while, so he could only defend cautiously.

On the surface, Zhao Zhu has every advantage.

After several consecutive moves failed to work, she suddenly changed her moves with a flash of her eyes.

The jade ring steps under his feet became faster and faster, looking to the left and suddenly to the right. He suddenly stretched out his arms and looked directly into Zhu Jin's eyes.

Zhu Jin saw it clearly, raised his arms on both sides of his head, and blocked the move.

But Zhao Zhu was a false move.

Seeing how effective Zhu Jin's movements were, he suddenly stepped forward and swept his right hand in front of Zhu Jin's eyes, closing Zhu Jin's field of vision. He clenched the five fingers of his left hand together and hit Zhu Jin's Guanyuan point like a poisonous snake.

As long as it hits, Zhu Jin will be paralyzed on the spot.

This move was so clever that even Zuo Mengeng was amazed.

"What a move to break into Shaolin."

When the wind came from below, Zhu Jin secretly screamed that something was wrong.

He had no time to block, so he had no choice but to shrink his belly, bulge his muscles, and take Zhao Zhu's fierce attack.

There was a loud bang.

Zhu Jin remained motionless, a flash of red flashing across his face.

However, Zhao Zhu screamed in pain, Teng Teng Teng took several steps back, holding the wrist of his left hand, big beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

This turn of events took everyone by surprise.

Zhu Jin scratched his forehead. He was obviously beaten, so why was Zhao Zhu injured?

Zhao Zhu gritted his teeth in pain and said angrily: "You are so despicable, you actually practiced Iron Clothes Shirt."

Zhu Jin was baffled.

"What is an iron shirt?"

Zhao Zhu raised his red and swollen wrist.

"You still said no?"

Seeing the two of them arguing, Zuo Mengeng stepped forward.

"Although Zhu Jin has never practiced horizontal kung fu, the daily training of the special forces is similar."

Zhao Zhu's big black and white eyes flickered, full of confusion.

Zuo Mengeng walked into the arena, looked at Zhao Zhu's fine wrist, and explained.

"Any fighting skill, no matter how varied the moves are, can never deviate from its basic principles, which are nothing more than strength, speed and defense. Without these three points, no matter how good the skill is, it will be useless."

He said to Zhao Zhu: "If you had hit an ordinary person with that move just now, the opponent would have been seriously injured. But their special forces have been training their muscles and bones every day, and they have been trained to be as hard as steel. You are not strong enough, so you were injured in return."

Own."

Yu Qi listened with great excitement.

"I never thought that the commander-in-chief is actually a martial arts master, and he has seen the true principles of martial arts."

What Zuo Menggeng said is a scientific summary of fighting in later generations.

Who in future generations will not know that fighting without strength, speed and defense is just a show.

People in this era, those who have practiced kung fu to a high level, will basically have some understanding, but they will not summarize it in such a concise and concise way.

The special forces were created by Zuo Mengeng, and the relevant concepts have long been transmitted to them.

Therefore, although the members of the special forces have not practiced hard qigong such as the Golden Bell Mask and the Iron Cloth Shirt, their physical ability to withstand blows is absolutely unparalleled in the world.

At least it can't be broken with Zhao Zhu's strength.

Zhao Zhu was skeptical after hearing this. After all, she had not yet reached a higher realm.

Over the years, I have been practicing martial arts with Yu Qi, and I have become more and more sophisticated in my kung fu. I have competed with many famous masters all over the world. Because I won more than I lost, I am very proud of my kung fu.

This was the first time in her life that she failed to hit someone and instead hurt herself.

"Commander, how do you develop strength?"

Seeing that she was eager to learn, Zuo Mengeng gave her on-site teaching.

He asked Zhu Jin to come forward.

"Twenty push-ups."

Zhu Jin immediately fell to the ground, his body rising and falling.

Looking at Zhu Jin's movements, Zhao Zhu only felt that they were novel, but did not think there was anything remarkable about them.

She shook her head and fell to the ground, imitating Zhu Jin's example and doing push-ups faster.

Zuo Mengeng pursed his lips and smiled, thinking that this girl thought too simply.

He gave the order suddenly.

"One finger."

After Zhu Jin heard this, when he stood up again, his hands suddenly left the ground.

When it falls, the palms are no longer on the ground, but the index fingers of both hands are supporting the ground alone.

One thin finger supported Zhu Jin's heavy body as it continued to rise and fall.

Zhao Zhu was so strong that he followed suit.

As a result, I couldn't hold on any longer, and I rolled to the ground with a scream, holding my fingers, with tears in my eyes.

Seeing Zhu Jin still doing push-ups one after another, she finally understood something.

Zuo Mengeng wanted to show off his skills and ordered again: "One hand."

So Zhu Jin simply put away one hand, and was able to support his body up and down with just one hand.

Zhao Zhu fell to the side and was dumbfounded.

She has tried it herself, and of course she knows how much strength Zhu Jin's movements require.

If such a fist hits me...

Just thinking about it made Zhao Zhu shudder.

Only then did she realize that her martial arts skills still had a long way to go.

When talking about Mantis Boxing, Zuo Mengeng couldn't help but feel nostalgic and just talked about it casually.

"The Mantis Fist is fast but not chaotic, hard but not stiff, soft but not soft. You follow the trend and find opportunities to strike. It is really a good skill to use against opponents who are stronger than you. You should practice more in the future to improve your skills.

The ability to fight.”

The surrounding special forces cheered in agreement, and their initial contempt for Mantis Fist immediately dissipated.

They practice fighting every day and have received the most scientific training. Of course, they know best how difficult it is to deal with opponents who are stronger and heavier than themselves.

They also saw Zhao Zhu's move just now. It was just as Zuo Mengeng said, every move never leaves the opponent's gap and goes straight to the vital point.

Zhao Zhu doesn't have enough strength or speed, so he still can't show his power.

If it had been Yu Qi, I'm afraid it would have been Zhu Jin who fell to the ground.

After hearing Zuo Mengeng's summary of Mantis Boxing, Yu Qi and Zhao Zhu couldn't help but feel convinced.

Even though Yu Qi is the founder of Mantis Boxing, his current understanding of this boxing technique is not as good as that of Zuo Mengeng.

After all, his Mantis Boxing is still in the perfection stage, and Zuo Menggeng's Mantis Boxing knowledge is a masterpiece of later generations.

Yu Qi thought for a while and asked.

"In the future, Mantis Fist will be taught to disciples and spread to the world. The Commander-in-Chief will be the master of all ages. Please give me your permission."

Zuo Mengeng was stunned, wondering how he could become a boxing master?

Think about how later generations of people who learned Mantis Boxing put incense on the memorial tablet of their ancestor, and one of the incense sticks belonged to them. This is a very strange feeling.

Zuo Mengeng's thoughts wandered.

If you could master Tai Chi, Baji Quan, Hong Quan, Tongjiquan, Xingyiquan, Baguazhang, Piguazhang, Chaquan and Tang Shou, wouldn't that mean...

Will those who practice martial arts in future generations respect themselves as their ancestors?

It's quite fun to think about how in the future, you will be famous all over the world and have countless disciples and descendants.

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