Intentional movement generates dark energy

"Young people, don't be too arrogant!"

The person who spoke looked like he was only about twenty years old. His face was full of disdain, and he even scorned Bruce Lee's boxing skills.

After missing the point with his fists and being taught arbitrary instructions, Bruce Lee instantly became angry and looked at the person in front of him with evil eyes.

"Am I angry or not? Is it your turn to speak? Don't be an eyesore here! Otherwise, my fists won't have eyes!"

"You are such a domineering person. This is not your home. I sleep here every day. How can I say that you are punching here and disturbing people's dreams?"

As for your fists...hehe, trees can't move, let alone hitting people!" the young man said in a sinister tone.

Bruce Lee's face was as dark as water.

He just wanted to practice boxing quietly and didn't want to cause trouble, but some people always forced him to cause trouble. Although Bruce Lee didn't want to cause trouble, he was never afraid of it.

"What are you looking at me for?"

The young man still said disdainfully: "Why, you still want to hit me? Use your soft fist? Come on if you have the ability!"

As soon as the words fell!

Bang!

Bruce Lee punched!

This young man seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. The moment Bruce Lee punched, he also punched, but he used his legs!

He did not stand up, but put his left hand on the ground, raised his waist in the air, and kicked out two consecutive kicks, one on Bruce Lee's fist and one on Bruce Lee's chest.

If it really doesn't move, it will move like thunder!

Bruce Lee felt a tightness in his chest after being kicked. Only then did he realize that the other person was deliberately stimulating him to do it.

He sat on the steps, seemingly provocative, but actually he was unprepared.

"You have the nerve to take action with this little ability?"

He stood up and refused to give in. He distanced himself, his kicks were like lightning, and with a set of kicks, there were big footprints all over Bruce Lee's chest and back.

"hateful!"

Bruce Lee looked embarrassed.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred. After more than three months of hard practice, I could instantly stand up like a two-pointed goat and a horse, with a person taking two and a half steps.

He grabbed the leg kicked by Cun Tou with his backhand. At the same time, he took a step forward with his left foot and kicked Cun Tou's supporting leg with his right foot.

Snap!

Cuntou didn't expect Bruce Lee to react so quickly. His center of gravity was unbalanced, and his legs fell to the ground. He didn't know if he hit his balls.

But Bruce Lee obviously would not miss this opportunity. He bullied him and was about to launch a combination of punches, but he got exactly what he wanted.

The short-haired young man turned his legs, put his hands on the ground, turned his back to Bruce Lee, and gave a fierce kick, causing Bruce Lee to fly backwards and fall to the ground.

His back was smashed to the ground, and he stood up like a carp. He stood up, patted the ashes on his body wantonly, and walked up to Bruce Lee in a swaggering manner.

Bruce Lee covered his chest and looked sideways.

"As I said before, young people should not be too arrogant and still fight with others with this little skill. You can practice with your master wife for a few more years."

The young man finished his sarcasm and left.

"Wait for me!" Bruce Lee's voice was weak. The short-haired young man had sharp legs and good kung fu. It looked like he was well prepared. He was in trouble.

corner,

The short-haired young man smiled disdainfully.

"Wing Chun? Nothing more than that! In front of the Wang family, there is no resistance at all. I really don't know why so many people go to practice Wing Chun."

Muttering to himself, the young man was about to leave when he suddenly heard a strange voice coming from behind.

"You hit someone and you want to leave like this?"

The short-haired young man subconsciously turned around, and a person appeared behind him as if out of thin air, but he had no reaction at all before.

"Who are you?"

The short-haired young man subconsciously distanced himself.

The kicks are fierce and powerful, and Wangjiajiao is the best among many kicks. And because the legs are longer than the fists, those who specialize in kicks will often distance themselves immediately when encountering an enemy.

However, Lin Weiran would never give him a chance.

The moment the short-haired young man stepped back, he stepped forward, and the distance between the two became even closer. The short-haired young man was so frightened that he raised his fist and struck.

Lin Weiran hit him with a heavy elbow!

The short-haired young man fell to the ground but didn't panic, because the distance between the two fell to the ground was just right, and his leg skills came in handy.

Click!

Lin Wei then made the first move and cut off his leg to block it!

The short-haired young man suddenly felt endless frustration. In front of Lin Weiran, he was suppressed in every aspect, and it seemed that all his moves were seen through.

Lin Weiran whipped Cun Tou's waist with a whip kick, just like he kicked Bruce Lee. He was lying on the ground and naturally had no strength to resist.

Not only that,

Lin Weiran stepped on his face again.

"Wing Chun is something that a jerk like you can slander? After learning Kung Fu for a few days, you learn to fight with others? Do you think you are very powerful?"

Lin Weiran said and crushed his face with her foot until a big footprint was left on his face before putting her foot down.

"Are you not convinced? Do you want to seek revenge from me? Very good! Remember my face! My name is Lin Weiran and I will wait for you to seek revenge from me!

Young people, please don't be too arrogant. Are you educating people? I think you are a toad jumping off a cliff to become Batman, so get out of here!"

The short-haired young man never expected to meet a master, but Lin Weiran beat him hard and blinded him. He finally stood up and staggered away.

Lin Weiran looked at his back, her expression unchanged. If I remember correctly, this kid would be Bruce Lee's fierce rival in the future.

This was the only time in his life that he defeated Bruce Lee. If this was placed in the main world, he would be able to brag about it for the rest of his life.

Lin Weiran was in a good mood,

"An Jin is indeed at another level. Although I can defeat him easily with Ming Jin, I won't be as lazy as I am now."

That's right, he has broken through the dark power.

After three months of hard work and several years of accumulation, Lin Weiran crossed the threshold and realized the essence of An Jin.

To sum it up in one sentence,

The movement of thoughts creates dark energy!

Corresponding to the words in the Boxing Sutra, the combination of strength and intention.

An Jin is a great test on the state of mind. Ye Wen always said that the essence of martial arts training is to train the mind. Only now did Lin Weiran realize a trace of the true meaning.

"The road is long and difficult..."

…

Lin Weiran walked around the corner.

Bruce Lee sat on the steps.

He lowered his head with a sad expression.

"What's wrong? After losing the fight, you are in despair?" Lin Weiran couldn't help but said, and Bruce Lee suddenly raised his head.

How could there be any trace of decadence in his firm gaze?

"Have you seen it, senior fellow apprentices? I'm thinking about a question, why is that Cuntou's legs so fast that I can't even react."

"Why?"

Lin Weiran asked with interest.

"He made a feint move with his hands, but his kicking skills were real. Most people would be kicked by him before they could react. It's hard to tell whether it's fake or real.

Also, his legs are very high, and sometimes he can kick him several times without landing on the ground. If he can dodge once, but cannot dodge the second one, he will accidentally kick him several times in a row, which really benefits me."

"Haha, junior brother, you are very good. You are not upset when you lose. You know how to reflect. Martial arts reaches its peak through reflection again and again."

"Also, I found that Zhuang Kung Fu is really useful. The more stable the bottom set, the higher the winning rate. It will be great if I can practice it to the level of my senior brother who is as immovable as a mountain."

"I'm afraid this will be difficult. Senior brother is a genius. He has extraordinary talents and can do things that ordinary people cannot." Lin Weiran said without blushing at all.

Bruce Lee: "..."

"Brother, be low-key~"

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