Han Ming supported his chin with both hands, like a child waiting for his grandfather to tell a story, and asked expectantly: "Then how did you defeat that master in the first place?"
Li Xiaotian smiled mysteriously and said: "The normal attack method is actually the most dangerous. Let's first assume that an identical Han Ming can be copied and let you fight against him. Do you think it will be endless?
Fight it down?"
Han Ming immediately shook his head in denial and said: "Of course it's impossible. During a battle, it's extremely dangerous. No matter how small a factor is, it may lead to defeat. For example, if you accidentally step on a pebble, or if you relax even for a moment, you may be defeated.
The opponent seized this opportunity."
"Haha, it's not very complete, but that's what it means in general. In a duel between two people, they must win by surprise. Using an attack method that is completely unexpected by the opponent can make the opponent fall into a thinking breaking point in an instant. This,
It can also greatly reduce the risk of a fight between two people with exactly the same strength. What needs to be emphasized here is that everyone has their own instinctive reaction. This is innate."
Li Xiaotian said, quickly punched and stopped just a piece of paper thick from Han Ming's eyes.
Han Ming instinctively closed his eyes and then opened them again.
Li Xiaotian said: "This is an instinctive reaction. Everyone is born with various instinctive reactions. When a master fights, the instinctive reaction is the most deadly. When the opponent's attack hits you somewhere,
The first thing you operate is not your brain, but your instinctive reaction. If your opponent knows how to make full use of your instinctive reaction, he can also judge what you are going to do based on your instinctive reaction. In other words, he has control over
If you don't know your next move, you will naturally lose. So, what you have to learn in the next period of time is to forget your instinctive reaction."
"You haven't said how you won in the first place." Han Ming felt that his question was taken away by Li Xiaotian again. He was slightly dissatisfied.
Li Xiaotian laughed dotingly and said, "I laughed at him and spit a mouthful of phlegm. So I won."
"What!? Spitting?" Han Ming jumped up from the ground in shock, looked at Li Xiaotian in disbelief, and said: "No? It's that simple? How can a peerless master like you use such despicable methods? Is this the same as raising sand?"
, what difference does lime spreading make?”
Li Xiaotian's smile faded, and his face suddenly became serious, saying: "On the battlefield, there is no such thing as despicable or not. If you fight with someone and you are stronger than the other person, are you despicable? If you learn
If you have more things than the other person, are you mean? If you are physically stronger than others, are you mean? Han Ming, you have to know that fighting with others is definitely not a child's play. All means are aimed at victory. You learned
Magic is like this, and so is all the kung fu you learn."
When Han Ming heard this, he suddenly felt that what Li Xiaotian said made sense. But his previous thoughts about some despicable methods seemed so naive. Yes, if you are stronger than others, wouldn't you fight him? Do you think that you
Are you despicable? In a battle, there is only victory or defeat. Apart from that, anything else is superfluous. When you lose, you die. Who can you reason with?
Han Ming and the fourth-level snake clan masters were still slowly testing the scene. The scene in front of them was very similar to what Li Xiaotian had taught him.
That old man is truly a god.
Han Ming sighed, maybe this old man Li is not the most powerful in the world, or maybe his previous rank was not very high, maybe fourth rank, maybe fifth rank, maybe third rank? Han Ming had no way of knowing, but
He knew that with Li Xiaotian's earth-shattering, ghost-like understanding of martial arts, he would definitely be able to leapfrog and kill masters who were several ranks higher than him.
This is not a fantasy. It is the truth.
An understanding of martial arts can make a person stand out from many ordinary people.
At this time, Han Ming thought of the martial arts novels he had read before. He once remembered that there was a Huashan sect in Mr. Jin Yong's "The Swordsman".
There were countless disciples of the Huashan Sect, but Linghu Chong was able to stand out.
Back then, Linghu Chong and his fellow disciples were learning exactly the same martial arts. Some had learned it for a shorter time than him, and some had studied it for a longer time than him. The second senior brother was already in his old age, but he was still no match for Linghu Chong.
Why are there different levels of strength when learning the same martial arts?
Han Ming now fully understood.
spit!
Han Ming smiled faintly and suddenly spit at the snake tribesman.
But what disappointed him was that the snake tribesman did not dodge at all and allowed Han Ming to spit on his face.
Um? Why didn't he dodge?
Han Ming thought for a moment and understood. Let me go, he is from the snake tribe and hangs out with bugs all day long. It seems that liking to be clean is only an idea that humans have. It does not apply to the snake tribe in front of him at all.
If this doesn’t work, try again!
Han Ming's eyes suddenly looked towards the legs of the snake tribesman. When the snake tribesman saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to block his face, just in time to hold Han Ming's fist in his hand.
When Han Ming saw that the blow was unsuccessful, he quickly took a few steps back and retracted his fist. He thought to himself, the look in his eyes just now was so obvious that even a fool would know it was intentional.
When the snake tribesman saw Han Ming retreating, his eyes suddenly shone brightly. He quickly pressed forward and pointed his toe towards Han Ming's retreating right leg.
Seeing this, Han Ming gave up retreating with his right leg in the middle and stamped the ground hard. He bent his waist and made a fist with his right hand to attack the toe kicked by the snake tribesman. At the same time, he knew that the snake tribesman would definitely attack him.
He turned his back, bent his left arm into an elbow, and attacked upward fiercely.
The snake tribesman also guessed Han Ming's actions, but he had already given up attacking Han Ming's back, and instead pushed his right knee up sharply, directly towards Han Ming's face. Han Ming was caught off guard and had to
Blocking it with his right hand, the snake tribesman then took advantage of Han Ming's right hand to block his knee, pulled Han Ming's right side without defense, and stretched his claws towards Han Ming's neck, trying to grab Han Ming's neck out.
A bloody hole.
When Han Ming saw this, he secretly thought something was wrong. He kicked his right hand violently with the force of the snake tribesman's knee colliding, and leaned his upper body back.
The Snake Tribe's left knee was straightened, and relying on the length of the leg, the toes directly faced Han Ming's tilted back head.
Han Ming kept dodging, while the snake tribesmen pressed forward step by step.
The two fought and turned into two phantoms, so dangerous that even the surrounding snake tribesmen widened their eyes and held their breaths. This kind of wonderful direct physical confrontation was very rare for them to see.
Many of them were extremely confident in their physical skills. When they saw the battle between Han Ming and the fourth-level snake guards, they couldn't help but feel ashamed. Compared with the two perverts in the field, his two moves were
It's just like playing house, it's too childish.
The masked woman also watched with great interest: "I didn't expect that among this human race, there would be such a master of physical skills. With the thin body of a human being, he could actually fight against our snake race for so long without falling behind. Although
This kid seems to be passive now, but he has no obvious fatal flaw. Such a human being must not be allowed to stay!"
No, it will be bad if this continues. Han Ming was anxious. He had fallen under the attack of the snake tribe and became a passive defense.
This situation was very unfavorable for him.
Moreover, every time the snake tribesman attacked, his body was full of fighting spirit. If Han Ming hadn't been strong enough, the bones in his body would have been broken after several confrontations.
By the way! He has fighting spirit, and I have magic! I am a magician!
Han Ming suddenly woke up. He only wanted to win with physical skills, but he kept forgetting that he was a water magician.
When he had used powerful weapons to get used to the powerful attacks of the four-stage Snake Guards with fighting spirit, his magic that he had never used before became a trump card. And he also thought that the Snake Guards must also have it.
His own beast soul. He must not wait until he uses his beast soul before regretting it.
When the Snake Guard slashed Han Ming's neck with his palm, Han Ming did not try to resist despite being injured this time. Instead, he quickly shot out and cut the Snake Guard's neck as well. At the same time, he slashed at his own neck.
A thick layer of ice quickly formed.
Snake Guard obviously did not expect that Han Ming would use this method of mutual destruction, but when he wanted to withdraw his hand, it was already too late. There was not much difference between him and Han Ming in physical fighting skills.
Snake Guard was aroused by Han Ming's strong fighting spirit, so he did not use the powerful fighting skills that the fourth stage fighting spirit should have, but blindly fought with Han Ming's physical skills.
This conceit eventually cost him his life.
When Han Ming and Snake Guard slashed at each other's necks at the same time, Han Ming also slashed at Snake Guard's neck.
The two of them fell out with a loud bang at the same time.
Han Ming's strength was super abnormal. The Snake Guard had been concentrating on attacking, and the fighting spirit dispersed on the body for protection could not withstand Han Ming's terrifying strength. Suddenly, his neck and head separated, and they fell far away.
There was a loud bang on the wall, and the underground hall was shaken.
Han Ming also flew backwards, smashing two stone pillars in succession.
The snake tribesmen in the hall watched the scene happening in front of them quietly, unable to react for a while.
In their eyes, the human boy was really crazy. He actually wanted to die with the Snake Guard.
However, Han Ming stood up unsteadily under the gaze of many people.
"Hey." Han Ming wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and used a healing technique to cover his injured neck with one hand.
Just now, he relied on the small ice shield to offset more than half of the attack power of the Snake Guard, and then relied on the powerful gun to resist the Snake Guard's blow. Even so, he almost lost his head.
"Okay... It's really impressive." The masked woman stood up and walked down from her seat for the first time. She stood on the stage and looked at Han Ming condescendingly, her voice was extremely cold.
Han Ming chuckled and said, "Are you ready to end the competition? Are you going to get rid of this scourge of me with your own hands?"
The masked woman nodded slightly and said, "You are quite smart."
Han Ming looked around and found that there were more than fifty snake tribesmen killed by him. Only about a dozen snake tribesmen could be seen on the scene. He was secretly relieved. This number of snake tribesmen was