Chapter 138 [Murder Training Class] (Previous)

The sneered man turned around and looked at the guy sitting on the chair, raised his eyelids: "How is it?"

"Not really." The guy said this very hatefully, then simply raised his legs and closed his eyes: "I'll leave the fists and feet to you, I don't care."

Then he picked up a torn cowboy hat that he didn't know where he came out of the wooden house, covering his face, as if he had no interest in watching it!

"Do you feel very dissatisfied? You feel that you have beaten up well?" The sneered man looked at me, with a mocking expression on his face.

"Yes." I didn't hide my emotions and looked at him: "I think I'm practicing well."

"It's good." He shrugged, but the smile on his lips had a stronger scent of mockery. His tone seemed to have a needle in his voice: "If you go to a professional boxing competition, or go to Sanda competition, and train well, you may win a championship or something. You are good at it and have a foundation in martial arts. But..."

He sighed "tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk" in his mouth, and then asked slowly, "I ask you, before you punched, you stood there and took a deep breath, and then suddenly screamed, what are you doing?"

"...It's preparation." I frowned and couldn't help but explain: "Before punching, I need to concentrate, and then I need to use the movements of my whole body to drive the strength of my whole body to..."

He waved his hands repeatedly and interrupted me: "I'm not asking you the principle of this punch. When it comes to martial arts, I can do it. I understand this principle. I just want to ask you if you punch like this... You must make physical adjustments first, and you can only take action after the adjustments?"

"...Yes." I vaguely understood what he was going to say.

"You have adjusted three or four steps just now, waiting for at least five seconds before punching..." He shook his head and looked at me with a ridiculous look: "If I were your enemy, do you think I would give you five seconds to adjust? I will stand in front of you, not dodge or fight back, just stand here and wait for you for five seconds, and wait for you to adjust and hit me?"

"...No." I felt a little bitter in my mouth.

"Your boxing is beautiful, but it is not practical."

"Not that." I couldn't help but retort: ​​"This is just that I can't practice! If my master takes action, he doesn't need to adjust before taking action!!"

"I know." The sneered man did not refute me. He just said lightly: "I know how powerful it is when you practice martial arts to a truly advanced level. But if you practice it to that level, you can't get out of your hard work without 20 or 30 years of hard work... When you practice it to this level, you may be over forty years."

I didn't say anything, but I was still unconvinced, but then he sighed and stared at me: "You are practicing the Climbing Fist? Many of the killer moves in the Climbing Fist are very powerful, but your move is a bit flashy. Your master didn't teach you anything else? There are many truly lethal killer moves, will you?"

"No." I was a little depressed: "The master has never taught me."

He nodded and smiled. This time his smile was not sarcastic, but very sincere: "Your master loves you very much."

"What?"

"Hey!" He smiled: "Kill someone who can punch to death. Duck someone who can water! Have you never heard of this? Your master doesn't teach you those real killing moves because he is afraid that you will cause trouble! I hope you will cause less trouble in the future, and it is for your own good."

I was stunned for a moment and carefully recalled when I was learning the arts. Master was indeed unwilling to teach me the killer move. This move was the last one that he could not help but teach me. Unexpectedly, Master still kept a hand and taught me this move seemed very powerful and had strong lethality, but it was not very practical!

With my current level, if you want to punch such a punch, you have to adjust first! When fighting, who will stand in front of you and wait for you to adjust and take action? I have been with everyone before. On the one hand, it is because my master warns me that I don’t use killer moves easily. On the other hand, I have never met any master and there is no chance of use.

But I never thought that this trick was not very useful.

If I have a deep skill and want to use this move as freely as my master, it would probably be like a sneering man said. I have to wait for me to be forty years old... But after I am forty, my mind will mature in all aspects and become steady. By then, I will no longer be young and no longer be impulsive. Even if I can use the killer move, I will not easily cause trouble.

This is probably the master’s intention!

"What else do you know?" The sneered man looked depressed at me, and his attitude softened a little: "You can show me the fist."

"good."

This time I didn't dare to feel any arrogance in my heart. I showed off my posture very seriously and punched a set of slashing punches. I didn't use it to show off my own tricks, but this set of punches was smooth. I steadily beat them, showing my steps one by one, and the sneered man finally showed a look of satisfaction on his face.

After I finished my fight, he finally showed a sincere smile: "You are not bad or bad. You have a good foundation. You can see that you have put in some hard work. Your strength and speed are very good. Well, I said that if you use your foundation, train, participate in Sanda competitions, or free fighting competitions, you will be a good professional player. But..." He sighed and said nothing.

I understand what he means, and it seems that I don't do it.

Then he thought for a while and smiled, "Okay, you are actually very good. At least Fang Laoba's subordinates, you are the best one I have ever seen. You can tell that you are also a smart person... If you have a foundation, I won't teach you any way to practice your body. You have strength, speed, and body. So I only teach you some methods of using it reasonably! First, I don't have time to systematically teach you a complete set of things, and second, the conditions here do not allow it. Third, I don't have that much time either."

I nodded, and the expression on my face was very respectful.

Sneering man... No, at this moment, I have become a bit respectful to him, and I dare not complain about anything in my stomach. He walked over slowly and looked at me: "I think you should be able to see something... What I know is not what people outside should learn... To be honest, what I know may not be beneficial if you learn it. I will not teach you anything else, what kung fu and other things, I will not teach you those beautiful postures... What I teach you is the skills of killing. Do you understand?"

I was shocked!

"The skills of murder are the most direct, effective and simplest skills of murder!" He looked at me coldly: "I ask you, have you learned human body structure?"

"...No." I smiled bitterly: "I have only been to middle school and learned some basic things in biology, but I have forgotten them all."

"Okay, learn the skills of killing. The first step at the beginning is that we need to understand the structure of the human body! Understand the fatal defects of the human body, and those places are fatal keys!" He looked at me, then pointed to the wooden house with his finger: "Go to my room and carry out a wooden stake inside."

I was a little puzzled, but I still did it.

After a while, I carried a wooden stake of more than one person from his room. In other words, this was simply a doll carved out of wood!

I looked at the knife edge above, it was obviously very old. I couldn't help but wonder and looked at him.

"This thing was played with when I lived here last time. I made this thing as a target to practice flying knife. I didn't expect it to be used for you today." He looked at my puzzled expression and laughed and scolded: "Okay! Let me tell you, I have been to this place twice. Basically, I helped Fang Laoba do things. I haven't finished it once, and I have to squat here for a while to avoid the limelight. This bird place is so boring that I always have to do something for myself..." Then he glared: "I want to hear the story and have time! Now you are focusing on me!"

When he spoke, he naturally had a strange aura! It made my body shake involuntarily! I immediately stood up straight!

"Look at the small words on this wooden man, I wrote last night. Your task today is to hold it for me to read it! Then memorize all the parts and words I marked! Memorize them word by word! And I have to recite them to my heart!!"

I looked at the wooden man, and it was indeed densely packed with small handwritings on each part. There were also areas marked with circles!

"The nerves of the ear and ear porch are close to the brain. After being hit, it can damage the arteries in the meninges. In mild cases, it can cause bleeding in the ears, and in severe cases it will cause death... There are nerves in the armpits, and the consequences of the attack: severe pain or short-term local paralysis... The right ribs, the lower side is the liver, and the bones here are fragile. After hit, it can cause serious damage to the liver, and in severe cases it will cause death... The spine, 7-9 cm above the belt. The consequences of the attack: paralysis, death..."

The entire wooden man was almost filled with these similar standard words, and circles were drawn out all the parts they were referring to, and the content was very detailed! Even a total of 100 bones in the human limbs, and the effect of each bone would be after hitting them, were marked one by one! And how to apply the correct method to cause dislocation, fracture or ligament tear...

I was a little stunned and couldn't help but look up at him.
Chapter completed!