pjbooks Chapter 110 Wing Chun, Ma Wen
Chapter 110 Wing Chun, Ma Wen
Chapter 110 Wing Chun, Ma Wen
The referee was already used to the female coach's various outrageous actions.
He yawned unhurriedly: "Female fighter, what's there to protest about taking a tactical timeout within the rules? You can do the same next time your fighter is at a disadvantage, and I promise to treat everyone equally."
"Oh, Your Honor, your verdict is truly fair." Max rolled his eyes. "You call that a disadvantage? If he had another five seconds, that would have been enough for a technical knockout!"
"You're the expert, you're the boss." The other person shrugged, with an air of "what can you do to me?"
The game has already been suspended, so there's no point in making a fuss.
Knowing he couldn't do anything about them, Max stopped wasting time and quickly returned to the bench.
"Listen, Jack, I don't have any good advice for you." She thought for a moment and chose to be honest: "Your basic skills aren't that strong, but your actual combat skills are outstanding. I don't know exactly how that works, but that's the real you. Don't think about anything else, just give it your all and enjoy the game, okay?"
"OK, get me some champagne ready, he's dead meat."
Ma Jieke raised the corners of his mouth and turned to walk into the octagon.
In those brief two minutes, aside from catching my breath and drinking some water, I could do almost nothing.
Onizuka Kyoumaru had a band-aid stuck to the corner of his eye, and a large bruise on his cheekbone.
His eyes were bloodshot, like a demon's, staring intently at the leisurely Ma Jieke.
"OK, without further ado, let's continue the game."
In the commentary booth, Kevin spoke at an astonishing pace: "Onizuka Kyomaru struck first again, charging forward like a drawn sword!"
"Flying Kick!" (flying kick) "Crescent Kick!" (swing kick)
"AeKick!" (Downward kick)
"Oh my god, such dazzling combos! It seems he has successfully adjusted his strategy after the battle just now."
"Ah Bao struggled to defend himself, finding almost no chance to retaliate."
"Ichiku!" Onizuka Kyomaru unleashed a vicious dragon tail kick, slamming into Ma Jack's arms, which were crossed in an X-shape, desperately protecting his face.
The immense force of his leg sent numbness through his arms, and his body slid backward a considerable distance.
Finally, he braced himself on the cage net with his palms, violently flicked his sweat-soaked hair, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"Sick man of East Asia, is this all the strength you have?" Onizuka Kyomaru arrogantly said to Ma Jie, who was in dire straits, "Admit it, you are no match for me. Only our Liben people can promote Asian fighting culture to the world. Before long, martial arts enthusiasts all over the world will only remember karate, not Chinese kung fu."
Ma Jie ignored him. A semi-transparent panel lit up in front of him, and the cursor began to move around, eventually settling on a kind-looking Asian old man.
He looks very ordinary, no different from an old man in the park, and you can't tell at all that he is a martial arts practitioner.
The scene shifts to a top-down perspective, revealing an antique Chinese courtyard with a wooden dummy standing in the center.
A child in training clothes came out of the house and practiced repeatedly on the wooden dummy, meticulously and methodically.
Day after day, year after year, spring comes and autumn goes in the courtyard, the four seasons turn.
The child gradually grew into an adult, and the adults fought until their old age. The only thing that remained unchanged was the wooden dummy that was hit hundreds or thousands of times every day.
Finally, the old man, dressed in a black robe and with a dignified expression, sat on a grand chair, with countless disciples and grand-disciples bowing and paying their respects before him.
I have obtained the peak combat power of Wing Chun Grandmaster [Ip Man]. Countdown: 9:59, 9:58...
"The Sick Man of East Asia, you bastard!"
Faced with his prey who had nowhere to escape, Oni-ga Kyomaru delivered a sharp chop to Ma Jack's neck.
The latter closed his eyes slightly, and at the very moment before he hit him, he opened his right hand upwards.
Snap! What seemed like an unintentional push actually deflected the opponent's hand.
At the same time, he transformed his palm into a fist and struck out from close range along the center line of his chest, a short, powerful, and unpretentious strike.
Onizuka Kyoumaru was hit in the chest and let out a muffled groan. After taking half a step back, he turned his hand and changed to a claw, aiming straight for his throat.
Ma Jie stood still, and with a light touch of one hand, precisely grabbed the wrist of the Ghost Family's Fierce Maru.
Then he was pulled forcefully towards him, his shoulder slammed forward, and before anyone could see what happened, the latter immediately fell flat on his face.
"Baka yarou!"
With a furious roar, he stood up and unleashed another powerful high side kick.
Seeing this, Ma Jie focused his energy in his dantian, unified his waist and stance, and while rotating his waist, he raised his arm diagonally upwards to assume a blocking posture.
After triggering the precise defense, under the watchful eyes of Onizuka Kyoumaru, he grabbed her ankle and twisted it forcefully.
The guy's body spun 720 degrees in the air, then slammed onto the floor with a thud, looking as pathetic as a wolf or fox.
"Oh my god!" In the commentary booth, Quilin's eyes almost popped out of their sockets: "What kind of mysterious Eastern martial arts is this? Po's body is like a robot, perfectly predicting and neutralizing all of the Oni family's attacks. He didn't even use his other hand. This is unbelievable. I'd rather believe it's an illusion."
"asshole!"
Completely unaware of the situation, Onizuka Kyomaru charged forward aggressively once again.
Ma Jieke, on the other hand, countered each move with a combination of offense and defense.
The techniques of "Bang Shou," "Fu Shou," "Geng Shou," and "Ya Shou" are seamlessly integrated to neutralize an attack.
The Sun-shaped Punch, the Clap Punch, the Blocking Punch, and the Continuous Punch threw Onizuka Kyomaru into disarray, causing him to repeatedly make mistakes.
This is precisely the essence of Wing Chun: it lacks the powerful, sweeping movements and flashy combos.
This is a technology for stopping aggression, or a proactive and streamlined system for legitimate self-defense.
All techniques are based on countering and neutralizing moves, prioritizing personal safety and using defense and counter-attacks as a secondary strategy, with almost no proactive offensive moves.
It makes boxing legal and effective, focusing on subduing the opponent as quickly as possible and minimizing damage to the attacker.
Unfortunately, given Kijimaru's shallow understanding of Chinese Kung Fu, he could never have imagined that such a unique style of martial arts existed.
Can kung fu that isn't intended to kill be called kung fu?
Bang! After seizing on another obvious mistake, Ma Jie delivered a powerful kick, sending him flying.
Then squat down on one leg, keeping the other leg straight and parallel to the ground, with your hands in front of you, one in front of the other.
"YipMan!" When he saw him strike that classic pose, old Kevin finally realized what was happening and shouted the English name that only locals could understand.
"Wow, this is so dramatic! Po has brought in YipMan, a true kung fu master."
Quilling chimed in excitedly, "That's right, I'm a huge fan of Zhen Zidan, especially her role in 'Yip Man'!"
I've watched the entire series, but what I didn't expect was that Po, while mastering Jeet Kune Do, could also learn Wing Chun. It's unimaginable how much time and effort it must have taken to achieve that level.
"Come on, buddy, stop posing. You're already stealing the spotlight enough. I bet at least half the girls in this place will want to have sex with you tonight."
"Use your signature ultimate move! Ah-da-da-da-da-da-da! I'm going to take on ten of them!"
Quillin was going crazy on the commentary stage, but Majek didn't react at all.
He had never felt this way before; he realized that a person's heart could be so peaceful.
This reminded him of a classic movie line: "Your thoughts are like water; when they are turbulent, they are hard to see; when they are calm, the answer is revealed."
If Ma Jieke's heart remained undisturbed, then the heart of Guijia Xiongwan was already churning with monstrous waves.
Unable to accept this fact, he secretly reached for the sole of his shoe as he got up from the ground.
A sharp metal object appeared between his fingers, unnoticed even by the referee on the field.
With a thrust of his right foot, his body shot out like a cannonball.
It's ridiculous. I originally thought this was a Korean specialty, but I didn't expect that everyday life is like this too.
Having already figured out this detail, Ma Jie became extremely focused. After engaging in combat, he quickly closed in and used the core Wing Chun technique of hand-sticking strikes to tightly adhere to Ma Jie's arm.
This means that no matter which arm the opponent uses or which part of their body they attack, the attack will be clearly felt.
Then, based on the magnitude and direction of his force, predict the angle to neutralize the attack.
When neutralizing the force, you don't need to use too much force, not at all. Just a slight disturbance is enough to deflect it from the direction it was trying to exert force.
In this way, all of Onizuka Kyomaru's attacks are like rootless duckweed; if you don't even have roots, how can you possibly harm others?
He was so anxious that he was practically tearing his hair out, but the more anxious he became, the bigger the flaws he revealed became.
After fully experiencing the charm of Wing Chun, Ma Jieke stopped entangled with him, pressed down on his arm, and tried to cut into his middle.
He alternated his punches forward, crossed his feet to form a stance, and unleashed a series of rapid, continuous, and dense punches.
Onizuka Kyomaru was repeatedly knocked back by the blows, but Maje's punches were like a storm, quickly knocking him to the very edge of the octagon.
The fight got faster and faster, so fast that it was impossible to distinguish with the naked eye; all that could be seen were afterimages.
Blood began to seep from the corners of Onizuka Kyoumaru's mouth and nostrils, his eyes filled with panic and fear.
He wanted to beg for mercy, to surrender, to submit, but he couldn't open his mouth or make any response.
The coaching staff acted decisively, waving frantically at the referee and demanding that the game be stopped immediately.
However, Ma Jieke did not intend to give him that chance. He thought that if he was going to be soft-hearted when dealing with the Japanese, what kind of person did they take him for?
As he twisted his waist, his thighs drove his calves, and his calves drove his feet, gathering all the power in his body to deliver a terrifying front kick, which landed heavily on his chest.
I'm sorry, Master Ip didn't teach me this move, but I just want to use it.
As the bell rang, the target was already kicked, and the enormous impact even knocked open the tightly locked iron cage door behind him.
Onizuka Kyoumaru rolled out of the iron cage and crashed into the iron railing at the front of the VIP section.
He lay on the ground, his vision blurred, his limbs twitching unconsciously, and blood and foam continuously gushing from his mouth.