Chapter 780: Unexpected, Reasonable

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway.

Compared to the audience whose attention was all on the two contestants, Miss Luo Quan immediately noticed the clues on the floor.

However, because the camera angle was a bit far, this fleeting detail was really not easy to be seen.

By the time the camera zoomed in, Master Yanwu's first kick had already been flexibly dodged by Daoist Cheng.

Originally, the audience thought Daoist Cheng would be like in martial arts TV dramas, moving horizontally backward for several meters with a "white crane spreads its wings."

But Daoist Cheng made a very ordinary backward jump, without any beauty, which disappointed a group of audience members.

Seeing these complaining bullet comments, Miss Luo Quan said seriously: "Everyone, don't think the movements are simple and ugly, but in fact, this is the original appearance of traditional martial arts.

Those flowery ones have performance nature; who would give you the opportunity to pose when it comes to real combat?

So everyone's concept needs to change; don't bring the special effects scenes in martial arts TV dramas into reality."

Hearing Miss Luo Quan's explanation, the bullet comments finally calmed down a bit.

And on the ring, Master Yanwu was still continuously using his legs to kick and sweep Daoist Cheng.

And Daoist Cheng's figure was as flexible as a cat, simply not giving Master Yanwu a chance to touch him.

However, Master Yanwu was not discouraged by the frequent useless work, but gradually accelerated the speed of his kicks.

I saw Master Yanwu's two legs crossing quickly on the ground, and the whole person was like a rotating spinning top chasing Daoist Cheng and moving forward at high speed.

By the end, he even completely relied on the inertia of the kicks to guide his body to make movements, and the speed was so fast that people could almost not see clearly.

Just now, there were quite a few audience members in the bullet comments complaining that Master Yanwu looked dull, obviously kicking so many times without hitting anyone, and didn't know how to change his strategy.

Now they knew that he was accumulating strength.

This kind of spiral flying kick with such force, if it were in a slightly narrower space, I'm afraid seven or eight people wouldn't be able to get close!

At this moment, even ordinary people who didn't understand traditional martial arts had realized the power of Master Yanwu.

And Miss Luo Quan also began to commentate after watching for a while:

"I don't know what Master Yanwu's move is called, let's call it Shaolin Serial Kicks for now.

His speed and force are very amazing, and once started, the subsequent kicks will become easier and easier.

However, everyone, don't ignore that Daoist Cheng hasn't been kicked even once so far, and he has been facing Master Yanwu from beginning to end.

Everyone can try it; one person chases you with all their might, and you run backward; what is the probability of running away?"

Miss Luo Quan didn't say it, and the audience didn't feel it, only thinking that Daoist Cheng was too good at dodging.

Now that she woke up the dreamer, they realized that if it was about speed and agility, Daoist Cheng might be even more powerful than Master Yanwu.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the man of the 28-meter triple jump; this pair of leg skills is truly practiced to the home.

After dodging more than a dozen consecutive kicks from Master Yanwu, Daoist Cheng finally seized the flaw and swept a kick on Master Yanwu's body.

This kick was as fast as lightning; even with 0.5x slow motion, it was extremely difficult to see clearly, as if it just flicked and ended.

And Master Yanwu, who was kicked, also staggered a few steps to the right, his face changing from red to white and then to bright red, changing three colors in just a few years.

And as he stood in a horse stance and shouted, his face quickly returned to normal.

"It appeared, Shaolin Iron Shirt!"

In the bullet comments, those who often watched Master Yanwu's livestream immediately shouted excitedly.

Daoist Cheng livestreamed on Douyin, and the livestream content was basically relatively technical, good at performing moves in Wudang martial arts that reflected cleverness.

Master Yanwu was on Constable, and his livestream style naturally was infected with the reckless habits of Constable.

At the beginning, he smashed bricks and steel pipes with one hand, and later it changed from hitting people to being hit himself.

And the beating-resistant technique he showed was Shaolin Iron Shirt.

In ancient times, those artists who ran the rivers and lakes almost everyone had a hand of chest-smashing big stones as a bottom-of-the-box performance; once completed, it was full of applause.

However, how much blood would be vomited after returning at night was unknown.

However, Master Yanwu was even more powerful; performing chest-smashing big stones without using stones, letting the apprentice directly take a hammer and knock on the chest, while knocking, he said: This is an extremely dangerous action, please do not imitate.

Then the apprentice raised the hammer and knocked Master Yanwu's chest with a bang, making a group of audience members afraid and wanting to watch.

As a result, after knocking seventeen or eighteen times, Master Yanwu himself was fine, but the apprentice was exhausted.

However, this was also his livestream peak; after the chest-smashing hammer performance, the livestream room was immediately banned for a day because of content violations, and he was fined 700.

After this, Master Yanwu's performance was much more restrained, basically just getting into a fight with bricks.

However, the fans never said anything, because they knew the master really had the goods.

A hammer of several jin hitting an ordinary person, it might cost a life in one hit.

The master could take more than a dozen hits and still talk and laugh, which was simply extraordinary.

Thus, Shaolin Iron Shirt became famous, and it could be called a peer to Daoist Cheng's Wudang Cloud Ladder.

And now, Master Yanwu's famous stunt appeared again; how could this not make his fans excited?

Mainly because the expressive power of this martial art was really excellent.

Let him be strong, let him be strong, the breeze blows the mountain ridge.

Let you punch and kick, I stand still.

Ask which boy doesn't want to have a body that is indestructible?

So after seeing Master Yanwu's Iron Shirt, the emotions became high.

On the other hand, Daoist Cheng felt that he had suffered a lot of losses.

The light-body technique he was good at was not very useful in this scene, and he could only dodge, not end the battle.

And Daoist Cheng didn't have Master Yanwu's Iron Shirt.

Others could make mistakes countless times, but he could only make one mistake; as long as he was kicked once, it might be a big deal.

However, the audience was worried for Daoist Cheng, but the expression on Daoist Cheng's face was quite calm, as if he didn't feel too much pressure.

Master Yanwu, after surviving this kick with Iron Shirt, immediately continued to attack Daoist Cheng, swinging a long punch with all his might.

This time Daoist Cheng didn't dodge again, but stood in place and faced it head-on.

This scene made many female audience members cover their eyes directly, not daring to watch the next scene.

With Master Yanwu's big and thick physique, a punch hitting Daoist Cheng would probably knock out half of his soul.

However, everything was not as everyone wished.

I saw Daoist Cheng take the initiative to move forward, his two hands briefly caught Master Yanwu's fist, and then the whole person was like tightened rubber instantly released, and the violent rotation threw Master Yanwu directly out.

Obviously, he didn't use too much force, but Master Yanwu's body, which was at least 160 or 170 jin, flew out seven or eight meters like foam board, and rolled five or six times on the ground after landing before stopping.

This beautiful hand of "four ounces to move a thousand jin" directly caused applause from the scene to the bullet comments.

"I don't need to introduce this move to everyone, right? Even if you don't understand traditional martial arts, you should have heard of the national art Tai Chi; this is the most standard demonstration of four ounces to move a thousand jin!"

Miss Luo Quan was actually quite excited; although she also knew Tai Chi, compared to other boxing techniques, it was not particularly proficient, and some famous moves were not used well.

Especially four ounces to move a thousand jin, she couldn't make it no matter how she pondered.

It might also be that her strength was too great, and she couldn't encounter the kind of scene that required her to win big with small; even without skills, she could still throw people away.

So Miss Luo Quan couldn't learn this move.

But she had always been yearning for this kind of magical skill-based martial arts.

And now she finally saw it authentic, and the visual effect was indeed quite explosive.

However, compared to the Chinese who knew a little about Tai Chi, the foreigners watching the livestream were obviously much more surprised.

They didn't know what "borrowing force to hit force" was, only knowing that a thin person threw a fat person who was dozens of jin heavier than him like throwing a broken pocket.

If it was understandable that Master Yanwu was fine after taking a kick before, then this move was a bit beyond their cognition.

This was even more exaggerated than any shoulder throw in Karate, feeling like special effects.

Those who knew were watching a ring match, those who didn't know thought they were filming a movie.

YouTube temporarily had no one to explain the principle of this move to foreigners, and Master Yanwu on the ring also climbed up.

The throw Daoist Cheng made just now didn't collect force, and Master Yanwu had no buffer at all.

Change to an ordinary master, at this time, it was estimated that it would be enough.

And Master Yanwu just rubbed his arm, then shouted, and recovered his vitality.

"The most annoying thing is you guys with Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt, there is no technical content at all." Daoist Cheng curled his lips and complained.

"Daoist Cheng, your realm is not high enough yet; how can you feel resentment because of this kind of thing?"

Master Yanwu said with a smile, quite a bit of preaching.

In the years before, Daoist Cheng would have shouted: Bald donkey, stop selling well after getting cheap!

But now, such provocation was his fault, and it was still livestreaming, and Wudang's master and brothers were all watching, so he couldn't lose his face.

"Come again!" Daoist Cheng hooked his palm at Master Yanwu, signaling him to continue the attack.

I don't know if it was straightforward or fearless, Master Yanwu really rushed up.

Same action, same path.

Daoist Cheng didn't doubt it, reached out to frame it, turned around and wanted to throw him out again.

However, Master Yanwu would not fall twice in the same move; after the fist was framed, his figure suddenly sank, and he let out a roar: "Thousand-jin fall!"

Following the whole person, it was like a weight falling rapidly, just like the person at the very end of the tug-of-war, the whole butt was about to stick to the ground, but the person could still stand.

"Holy crap, this waist strength!"

The audience saw this scene and the bullet comments were too late to send, only able to exclaim in their hearts.

And Daoist Cheng showed a cunning smile: "You think I don't know this move?"

After speaking, the whole person leaned toward Master Yanwu.

The huge force of the thousand-jin fall was originally used to offset Daoist Cheng's four ounces to move a thousand jin.

As a result, Daoist Cheng was prepared, just faked it and fell toward Master Yanwu, making him lose his balance.

And Daoist Cheng showed the audience how sharp his light-body technique was at this moment.

One could only see his legs spring up as if they had springs installed, and with a backflip in the air, he swept over the top of Master Yanwu's head.

After landing steadily, with the inertia of moving forward, he directly threw Master Yanwu out like throwing a shot put.

This time, it was seven or eight meters away, and it was thrown heavier than the last time.

"National art is national art; throwing people is like throwing toys."

"Daoist Cheng's skill of transforming force is simply too powerful; 400-pound British strongmen would be afraid to see it."

"Coach, I want to learn this!"

"Coach: Get lost, I can't do this either!"

"Chinese martial arts are really too powerful; I dare not think about Tai Chi, but I think this thousand-jin fall is very powerful."

"These masters have practiced hard for decades to practice this hard work, not something we can learn just by saying it."

"It doesn't necessarily have to be decades."

"Who said that?"

"Miss Luo Quan said."

"Miss Luo Quan, then it's fine; she belongs to the exception."

………………

The bullet comments unknowingly cued a certain world's number one female fist again.

And now her expression was also very excited.

Before the fight, she didn't expect the martial arts of the two masters to be so strong, and the process would be so wonderful.

This display of unique skills and dismantling moves was a textbook-level practical teaching in traditional martial arts.

It's just that the martial arts used by these two were relatively difficult to practice, and ordinary people were afraid they wouldn't reach this level.

In addition to excitement, Miss Luo Quan also began to make comparisons.

In terms of strength, these two masters were estimated to be stronger than the Li Shan she had fought before.

Also walking the fierce route, but Master Yanwu's serial kicks were much more powerful than Li Shan's palms.

And Daoist Cheng's Tai Chi was a natural restraint for this kind of straight-forward martial arts, and it was difficult to even hit him.

However, seeing this, Miss Luo Quan felt that these two masters still had some things they couldn't let go of.

It was estimated that they were greeted in advance because of the livestream, and they didn't dare to show all their strength.

If they really went all out, Master Yanwu would probably not just be thrown seven or eight meters away, and what was stepped on the ground would not be footprints, but holes.

Lying on the ground for a while, Master Yanwu stood up again with a carp jump.

During the period, Daoist Cheng was also very martial, and didn't come up to make up the knife.

Mainly because he was afraid that Master Yanwu was pretending on the ground; if he came for a sneak attack, he would be finished.

After standing up, Master Yanwu, except for the martial monk's short outfit on his body being a bit messy, had no change in his face, it seemed he was not injured.

It could only be said that Iron Shirt was indeed powerful, and he was not injured after being thrown like this.

"Pity, the sword technique I am best at cannot be displayed." Daoist Cheng sighed lightly.

Except for light-body technique, his most powerful was actually sword technique.

Pity that unarmed combat doesn't use weapons.

And Master Yanwu was a bit disdainful of this statement: "Just you can use a sword, my Shaolin Demon-Subduing Stick is not a vegetarian either."

Daoist Cheng rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with him. ===== CHAPTER 781 =====