Li Fan recalled his previous question and was suddenly enlightened.
Practicing martial arts was like this. There was nothing wrong with martial arts itself. Just like a weapon, the key was to see who was using it. If the person was evil, the more he trained, the stronger he would be, the more evil he would be! But if the person was good, the more he trained, the stronger he would be, the better he would be. And this good and evil was just a person's thought.
Martial arts must be passed down.
At this time, the two people on the stage were fighting fiercely. Both of them seemed to be equal in strength, fighting back and forth, with no clear winner. However, Li Fan had already seen the trick, and his mouth revealed a smile.
"Look at the two of them, they are fighting so happily!"
Song Ying was abnormally excited, pointing at the two people on the stage and said, "I think it will take a while for them to finish fighting!"
"Not necessarily."
Li Fan smiled, "Do you want to make a bet?"
"What bet?"
"I bet that within three moves, the result will be clear."
"Impossible, obviously..."
Just as Song Ying finished speaking, the fat man suddenly revealed an opening, causing the tall man to be greedy. He followed up with a heavy punch, but he lost his center of gravity. Instead, he was kicked by the fat man's lower body, and he fell to the ground.
"Aiya..."
Song Ying was taken aback. She was full of confidence just now, but now she was slapped in the face.
"Why is this..."
Song Ying did not understand.
"You, although you have the ability to read people's eyes. But with such a distance, you can't see it clearly. "
"That's for sure... with such a distance, who can see it?"
"En, but I saw it."
Li Fan pointed at the distant fatty, "That fatty has been fighting with ease, but he pretended to be weak, pretending to be evenly matched to make the opponent lower his guard. When the opponent lowered his guard, he showed a flaw, leading the opponent to fall into the trap, and was defeated in three moves. "
"So that's how it is..."
Song Ying understood, looking at Li Fan with admiration, "You can see it from so far away, you're really amazing."
"It's okay, just my eyesight is better."
Li Fan said modestly.
At this time, the next match had already begun. The league tournament in Haibin City was indeed very lively. Gongs and drums could be heard everywhere, and martial arts competitions were constantly taking place. After more than ten matches, Li Fan was starting to get bored. Finally, it was Song Ying's turn.
"Song Ying, good luck."
Li Fan cheered Song Ying on and watched her walk up the stage.
Song Ying was a little nervous at first, but when she stood on the arena, she seemed to have become a different person. She was immediately full of energy, exuding a kind of heroic spirit. This woman had a graceful figure and was delicate and elegant. For a moment, she attracted the attention of many men. They even forgot that she was facing a Martial Master opponent.
Her opponent was a tall and strong man. He spread his hands and got into a snake fist stance.
"Oh, it's Serpentine Hand."
Li Fan's interest was piqued. Sure enough, there were many experts in this vast world.
However, Song Ying had learned his White Crane Nod, so she should be able to fight.
Song Ying looked at the strong man opposite her and had long forgotten about her nervousness. Instead, she had an urge to fight.
She spread out her fists and feet and displayed the starting stance of Taizu Fist.
"Little girl, although Haibin City is quite fond of practicing martial arts, those who practice martial arts are all men."
The strong man looked at the little girl in front of him and mocked, "I have been practicing martial arts since I was three years old. I have learned a lot of skills and I want to win this league tournament! Jump down yourself, I don't want to bully a little girl like you! "
"Hmph, you practice Serpentine Hand, right? Please let this little girl have a taste of it!"
Song Ying was not afraid at all. Instead, she was full of fighting spirit.
"So silly!"
The man scolded, "Then don't blame me for being rude!"
With that, the man suddenly flicked his palm and went straight to Song Ying. As for Song Ying, she lowered her body and used a leg sweep, attempting to knock the man down. However, the man's legs were firmly planted there, like an old tree rooted to the ground, making Song Ying unable to kick him.
"Little girl, you still have to go back and practice for another two years!"
The man laughed and continued to use Serpentine Hand to attack Song Ying.
Song Ying attacked with her Taizu Fist. Although the moves were exquisite, there was still a gap in size and strength, so Song Ying was forced to retreat step by step.
"Little girl, your Taizu Fist is good, but it is suitable for men to practice. As a girl, you can't do it! "
"Who said that! Watch me! "
With that, Song Ying raised her crescent eyebrows and slapped the man's chin from the bottom up!
The man took a step back and at the same time, raised his foot and kicked Song Ying's body, immediately sending her flying.
Song Ying rolled on the ground, stood up again, and stabilized her body.
"See that, little girl? Just jump down and admit defeat!"
The man laughed.
"Don't look down on me!"
Song Ying was also enraged. She suddenly revealed an opening, causing the man, who was eager to make a contribution, to quickly step forward and hit Song Ying with the Snake Claw.
However, right at this moment, Song Ying suddenly burst forward and struck the man's acupoints with more than ten moves in a row. Using the White Crane Nod Technique, she struck the man's acupoints time and time again.
More than ten hits in a row, and each hit was not light. By the time Song Ying finished, the man's body was already sore and weak, so weak that he fell to the ground, unable to lift himself up.
"Ha!"
Song Ying kicked with both of her legs, like a rabbit kicking an eagle, directly on the man's face, kicking him to the ground.
"Beautiful!"
Thunderous applause came from below the stage, and many people were cheering.
Although Song Ying was a girl, her punch was really beautiful.
"Good fist technique!"
The man got up, shook his head, and cupped his hands at Song Ying.
"Little girl from the Song family, I looked down on you just now. This fist technique of yours, it's very elegant! I'm convinced! "
The burly man was also straightforward and upright. Li Fan admired him in his heart. He was a real man.
"The winner is Miss Song Ying from our Song Family Martial Arts School! Miss Song, you can take a break and prepare for the next match. "
"Okay!"
Song Ying was very happy, and when she got off the stage, her face was full of confidence.
"Li Fan, did you see that? Wasn't I powerful just now?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Miss Song is very powerful!"
Li Fan laughed and cupped his hands in praise.
"Of course!"
Song Ying was proud of herself, "You should have the courage like me, daring to participate in this kind of competition, so that you can train yourself, understand?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I know!"
Li Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was nervous just now, and now she was in heaven again.
"Eh … this person is so strange …"
Looking at the next contestant, Song Ying suddenly frowned.
"Why have I never seen him before?"
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