pjbooks Chapter 15 Tian Ji's Horse Racing
Chapter 15 Tian Ji's Horse Racing
"How about we have a slapping contest?" Lei Dagang was already confident he could take Huang Tao by the look of cowardice.
"Master Ji, who decides the outcome of the first round?" Huang Tao asked.
"Useless and pretentious..." Ji Wenjin smiled. "You're the guest, so of course you get to call the shots!"
Huang Tao originally wanted to save face by making a few sarcastic remarks, mocking Lei Dagang for having crooked eyes and being unable to make a move, so as to give himself a show of respect should he admit defeat later.
On second thought, this was someone else's territory, and there were more than a dozen shirtless men watching over us.
Fearing a beating, he said:
"Then let's have a fistfight."
"My Bajiquan skills are not very good, so I would appreciate guidance from Senior Brother Lei."
"No problem!"
Lei Dagang got into position.
His powerful punches looked impressive when he wielded them, but in a real fight, he had a thousand thoughts running through his mind, yet he didn't know where to begin.
Swish!
Huang Tao stomped his foot and punched Lei Dagang in the chest with his fist facing upwards.
Lei Dagang, one plane.
He slapped her across the face.
Huang Tao blocked the shot.
At first, the two were able to follow a routine, and it looked quite professional.
After two rounds, they found that the wild punches were more effective, and each of them swung wildly at the face.
In the end, the two of them ended up like village idlers fighting, huddled together, each tripping the other up, twisting and turning with red faces and thick necks.
"This is supposed to be a traditional martial arts competition? It's like kindergarten kids fighting."
"No wonder traditional martial arts are considered inferior!"
"Neither attacking nor defending."
"It's dragging on and ridiculous, far less crisp and clean than boxing."
Wang Xiaoxian commented with utter disappointment.
I thought I would see the kind of visceral, fluid action and action typical of Hong Kong films.
Who would have thought it would be something like this?
"What does Senior Brother Huang think?" Hong Jie shook his head as he looked at it and couldn't help but ask.
"It's not that traditional martial arts are ineffective!"
"The main problem is a lack of understanding of the opponent's moves and a slow reaction time!"
"I panic when I see my opponent's fist!"
"When people slow down, they don't use their brains, they don't look for loopholes, and their mind, eyes, hands, and feet can't work together as a unified whole. Under the stimulation of emergency response, they will naturally throw wild punches."
Huang Tiandu seemed to have expected this, and said calmly.
Upon hearing this insight, Ji Wenjin, who was standing to the side, trembled and said, "Brother Huang is very knowledgeable. Then, in your opinion, how can we overcome the drawbacks of traditional martial arts?"
"Mind and hand as one!"
"Tear apart this great net of instinct and conscious constraints!"
"Treat boxing as a powerful, swift, continuous, and domineering traditional martial art."
"Remain calm when facing a punch; counter with a strategy; attack with a clear form!"
"The key is still a lot of real combat, fierce combat, even life-or-death battles. The more you hone your skills, the faster your boxing can react to various attacks."
When Huang Tiandu mentioned martial arts, he immediately transformed into a different person, becoming capable and shrewd.
"Have you ever fought in real combat, brother?" Ji Wenjin continued to probe him, trying to figure out his next move.
Huang Tiandu had no idea of his malicious intentions and thought it was a sincere exchange, so he said:
"To be honest, we fought!"
"I once..."
"Ahem, Senior Brother Huang, let's watch the game instead." Hong Jie quickly stopped him.
He was there to communicate.
They're setting a trap.
"Yes, I talked too much." Huang Tian wasn't entirely stupid; he smiled and stopped the conversation.
Ji Wenjin gave Hong Jie a cold look.
This kid keeps ruining his own rhetoric, it's really annoying.
On the field!
The two finally decided the winner.
Huang Tao was no match for Lei Dagang in strength and was slammed onto the ring by an over-the-shoulder throw.
"Brother Lei's Divine Power Fist lives up to its name; I have lost."
He got up and decisively clasped his hands in surrender.
"Brother Huang, it's best two out of three, you've already lost one game."
"Kong Shan, you play the second round!"
Ji Wenjin gave a reminder and waved his hand to give instructions.
"Alright, Master!"
Standing two meters tall and with a physique as strong as an ox, Kong Shan grinned menacingly as he stepped onto the ring, displaying his massive arms and flexing his muscles in a domineering manner.
"Hey newbies, anyone want to try?"
Huang Tiandu looked at Hong Jie, looking troubled.
Huang Tao lost a game.
Hong Jie was an outsider, and clearly not a trained fighter; he was doomed to lose as soon as he went up against him.
It's obvious that our side is doomed to lose today.
Losing doesn't matter.
Huang Tian didn't care about fame at all.
He simply wanted to challenge Ji Wenjin and experience the true power of the Divine Fist.
Therefore, in this round, Hong Jie must challenge Kong Shan.
Kong Shan looks like a bully.
Hong Jie, with his delicate skin, would surely be beaten to death.
The key point is that you don't have the right to make arrangements for others.
"Senior Brother Huang, how about I go?"
Hong Jie touched the bridge of his nose indifferently, knowing that Ji Wenjin wouldn't agree anyway.
"That's great, thank you...brother." Huang Tiandu was about to express his gratitude when he realized that he didn't even know Hong Jie's name.
"Wait!"
"Brother Huang, those who practice martial arts should value martial ethics."
"In the first game, your people decided who would choose the players and the matches. Shouldn't it be our turn to choose in the second game, since we're the home team?"
"That's how fairness is demonstrated, don't you think?"
Ji Wenjin indeed spoke up to stop him.
"That's how it should be!" Huang Tiandu vaguely felt that something was not right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Kongshan!"
"You choose!"
Ji Wenjin looked at his second apprentice, Kong Shan.
The master and apprentice had used many tricks together in the past, and they understood each other perfectly with just a glance.
"The one surnamed Huang."
"I've been fed up with you for a long time because I've seen you posting videos online all the time, bragging that you're invincible in Bajiquan," Kong Shan shouted.
"I, Huang, have never boasted that I am the best in the world!" Huang Tiandu frowned and defended himself.
"But your expression clearly shows that's what you're thinking!" When someone wants to find fault, they can always find a pretext; Kong Shan's argument is absurd and unreasonable.
"Stop talking nonsense, Bajiquan is garbage in my eyes!"
"Come and fight if you dare!"
Kong Shan continued his provocations.
"This..." Huang Tian was dumbfounded.
Is Master Jing's scheme really that deep?
He just wanted to make friends through martial arts and seek proof of the way of martial arts, so why is it so difficult?
If I go myself, how can I challenge Ji Wenjin?
Wouldn't this trip have been a waste of time?
"Senior Brother Huang, look at you, you insisted on talking about martial ethics, now you're being roasted on the stove." Hong Jie chuckled and gave him a sharp remark.
If this guy doesn't learn his lesson, he'll get played and killed sooner or later.
"What, are you afraid of my junior brother?"
"Can we fight now?"
"If you can't fight, just admit defeat and get out of here!"
Lei Dagang started shouting.
"What's said is said, and what's done is done. If you want to beat me, then beat me!" Huang Tiandu was a man of principle, and he agreed with a sharp look in his eyes.
clap clap!
He took two big steps, did a somersault, and flipped over the fence in mid-air, landing steadily on the ring.
That's pretty good!
Ji Wenjin secretly rejoiced that Huang Tian wasn't very bright, otherwise he would have been a tough nut to crack.
But I won every time today!
What is a competition?
It's nothing more than a case of Tian Ji's horse racing strategy.
Da Gang won the first game.
In the second round, if Kong Shan can exchange his strongest player, Huang Tiandu, then the opponent will only have that handsome young man wearing sunglasses left.
Kongshan won.
You don't even have to lift a finger.
Kong Shan lost, but Huang Tiandu won because it was his own disciple. What does it have to do with him?
Regardless of whether Kong Shan wins or loses, he easily defeated that "weak horse with glasses," and a best-of-three series would be a sure win.
"bring it on!"
Huang Tiandu drew his right hand from his robes, his eyes sharp as knives, and his aura rapidly escalated.
Kong Fang suddenly felt as if he were being stared at by a bloodthirsty tiger, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
He looked at Ji Wenjin.
Ji Wenjin raised his eyebrows slightly.
He just heard it; Huang Tiandu honed his Bajiquan skills through real combat.
The force gauge outside was carefully modified by the martial arts school; even a strong man could only manage to hit a force of about 200 pounds.
Huang Tiandu hit over 300 pounds!
His actual strength probably reached an astonishing 600 pounds, or even higher.
This is equivalent to a powerful puncher in a boxing match.
Kong Shan may be large, but he may not have a chance of winning.
We still need to resort to some underhanded tactics.
"Hehe, what's the rush?"
"Have you forgotten how we chose in the first round?" Kong Shan looked at the big, simple-minded guy, but he was actually quite cunning.
"What do you mean?" Huang Tian was puzzled.
"We'll let your people choose between a slapping contest or a ring fight."
"He chose to fight my senior brother!"
"According to the principle of fairness, it can't be that you Bajiquan practitioners can choose, but I can't."
Kong Shan grinned widely and tried to argue his way out of it.
"How do you want to choose?" Huang Tiandu was getting annoyed and wanted to hit someone.
"I choose the slapping contest!"
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