"Hiss …"
Seeing this scene, Liang Zhenyun's expression immediately changed from surprise to fear.
Liang Zhenyun could draw a line on the ground with the tip of his foot. In Wang Yu's eyes, there were only a handful of people who were skilled in martial arts.
Liang Zhenyun also knew his own strength, which was why he dared to be so arrogant. However, he also knew how difficult it was to erase the line on the ground with the sole of his foot.
Scientifically speaking, the smaller the surface area of the foot, the greater the pressure. The smaller the surface area of the foot, the smaller the pressure. If one wanted to erase the line Liang Zhenyun drew, they would have to use at least several times the force.
However, as Wang Yu blocked Liang Zhenyun's attack, he easily erased the line on the ground.
One had to know that Liang Zhenyun had to concentrate to draw the line, but Wang Yu was multitasking when he erased the line. Liang Zhenyun and Wang Yu were probably the only ones who understood the difference between the two.
Liang Zhenyun knew that he had really met a tough opponent this time.
However, Liang Zhenyun was also an expert of his generation. Now that he was old, he naturally knew what it meant to fight behind closed doors.
The reason why Liang Zhenyun didn't hide it from outsiders was because he wanted to embarrass Wang Yu. However, he didn't expect that the young man in front of him was so strong that it exceeded his imagination.
Now that the arrow had been shot, it was too late to retract it.
Both sides had already started fighting, and Wang Yu had given him three moves. If Liang Zhenyun admitted defeat now, not only would he lose his old face, but he would also lose the reputation of his family's Tan Tui.
Now that things had come to this, he could only bite the bullet and fight.
At this moment, Wang Yu was also filled with shock. Logically speaking, although Liang Zhen Yun's strength couldn't be compared to the leaders of the four great clans and Old Tong, he wasn't far from them. With Wang Yu's usual skills, even if he could win, he would be in a stalemate for dozens of moves.
However, Liang Zhenyun kicked three times in a row, each stronger than the last, but Wang Yu easily blocked it. At the same time, he used Liang Zhenyun's strength to erase the two-meter line on the ground in three steps. In the past, Wang Yu definitely wouldn't have been able to do this.
It seemed that sparring with an expert like Liang Zhenyun had already started to make Wang Yu's nerves and muscles remember the realm he had just broken through.
Wang Yu was pleasantly surprised by this effect.
No matter how much he trained his body, it was still a dead thing. How could it compare to an expert feeding him moves? This was the same as the difference between playing a game and ranking. Playing a thousand games would not be able to improve one's strength as much as playing a few dozen ranking matches.
At this moment, Liang Zhenyun was feeding moves to Wang Yu, giving Wang Yu a helping hand.
However, Wang Yu was right in front of Liang Zhenyun and saw that Liang Zhenyun was in a daze. He knew that when Liang Zhenyun saw his strength, fear appeared in his heart. In a battle between martial artists, once fear appeared in their hearts, they would lose half the battle. Now, Wang Yu was counting on Liang Zhenyun to temper himself. If Liang Zhenyun went easy on him at the critical moment, wouldn't that be cheating him?
Thinking of this, Wang Yu smiled and said, "Old Liang, were you going easy on me with those three moves? Show me what you're made of! "
More than 90% of martial artists cared about their reputation, and Liang Zhen Yun was one of them. Originally, when he saw Wang Yu's martial arts, he was still a little afraid. Now that he was provoked by Wang Yu's words, the bravery and ruthlessness of a martial artist was immediately stimulated.
Who cares what kind of expert he is? If I don't steam steamed buns, I won't let a brat laugh at me even if I'm beaten to death!
"Hmph! Don't be so arrogant, this old man will teach you a lesson! "
Liang Zhenyun made up his mind. He leaned forward and kicked at Wang Yu's lower body. Wang Yu swung his hand down and slapped Liang Zhenyun's leg away. His other hand stabbed two fingers at Liang Zhenyun's eyes.
Liang Zhenyun raised his hand and blocked Wang Yu's fingers. At the same time, he used the force of Wang Yu's slap to turn around and kick at Wang Yu's calf.
Seeing Liang Zhenyun's kick coming at him, Wang Yu didn't dodge. Instead, he took a step forward and bent his knee, aiming at Liang Zhenyun's crotch.
Liang Zhenyun broke out in cold sweat and immediately retracted his leg.
Damn it, Wang Yu is too vicious. He's bullying people with his height and long legs. If Liang Zhenyun had moved even half a step forward, he would have lost everything.
Although the audience didn't know what Wang Yu was thinking, they weren't stupid. They could tell from Wang Yu's posture and Liang Zhenyun's reaction that Wang Yu was quick-witted.
Kungfu was a fighting technique that could effectively knock down the enemy. If it wasn't for the restrictions on the arena, the jujitsu and wrestling techniques in the fighting ring wouldn't be able to shine.
Liang Zhenyun was a master of Tan Tui. His aura was turbulent and varied, and he could advance and retreat with ease.
Wang Yu was a martial arts prodigy. He could learn any boxing technique the moment he learned it and master it the moment he learned it. At such a young age, he was able to gather the strengths of hundreds of different martial arts. He was worthy of his title as a genius. His punches were big and powerful, and his punches were soft and hard. His attacks and defenses were perfect.
The two of them advanced and retreated as fast as lightning. Their attacks and defenses were like butterflies fluttering through flowers. Although they weren't as beautiful as the exaggerated special effects on TV, they had a sense of realism and savagery.
Even if they were amateurs, they could only watch the show. The battle between the two of them had everyone's eyes glued to it.
Under Liang Zhenyun's barrage of attacks, Wang Yu's new realm slowly merged with his body, and he felt his opponent's every move and move.
The two of them fought for a full thirty rounds. Liang Zhenyun's stamina was slightly inferior, and he began to pant. At that time, Wang Yu's cultivation had also been completed.
Taking advantage of Liang Zhenyun's kick, Wang Yu grabbed Liang Zhenyun's shirt and lightly threw him away. Wang Yu's chest also took a kick from Liang Zhenyun, and he took a few steps back. At the same time, he cupped his hands towards Liang Zhenyun and said, "Teacher Liang's Tan Tui is indeed powerful. I have the advantage in stamina. How about we stop here?"
Wang Yu had looked for a job before, so he naturally knew the pain of being eliminated. Not to mention the fact that Liang Zhenyun had helped him temper his realm, Liang Zhenyun was still a true expert. He was just trying to make a living, so it wasn't right for Wang Yu to come and destroy his rice bowl.
At this time, it was better to call it a draw.
Liang Zhenyun, who had been thrown away, was dumbfounded when he heard Wang Yu's words. He originally thought that Wang Yu would humiliate him, but he didn't expect Wang Yu to take the initiative and ask for a draw.
Of course, Wang Yu had good intentions, but in the eyes of the awkward Liang Zhenyun, it was like charity.
"Hmph, are you looking down on this old man? What draw? This old man lost, and this old man will give you the position of coach! "Liang Zhenyun snorted coldly, glanced at Wang Yu, and strode out.
At this time, Li Jian hurriedly stopped him and said, "Teacher Liang, Teacher Liang, don't go. You're thinking too much. Brother Wang isn't here to apply for the coaching position."
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