Chapter 179: Sparks and Lightning All the Way

When a group of people surrounds you to beat you up, don't be a damn idiot and rush up!

This is the valuable experience Wang An has summarized from fighting often.

Fighting multiple people alone is truly too much to handle, because you only have two hands and two feet, while the other side has a pile of hands and a pile of feet!

"Two fists are no match for four hands, a hero can't withstand many people," is actually what this means.

Therefore, you must retreat, you must retreat, and try your best to fight the smallest number of people possible. Only then can you take fewer slaps and fewer kicks.

Otherwise, before you can swing your fists a few times, you'll be beaten into a pulp.

Most importantly, when fighting, you must be ruthless. If you can hit the eyes, never hit the face; if you can kick the crotch, never kick the legs!

Anyway, no matter what, just aim for the most vulnerable parts of the human body. Even if you can't win, the other side won't get any advantage!

Because that's exactly what Wang An did!

Seeing Wang An retreat, one of the loafers ran truly fast, leaving the other two behind in a few steps. This loafer also knew how to fight; he wanted to grab Wang An's clothes, because only by pinning Wang An down could the three of them join forces.

Just like a hunting dog pinning a wild boar in its den, once pinned, there's basically no escape.

Wang An's fighting experience was so rich, he certainly wouldn't let him grab him. So, Wang An first grabbed this loafer's hand, then borrowed the loafer's forward momentum, retreated violently himself, and his biceps also exerted force suddenly, and this loafer fell perfectly to the ground.

Actually, Wang An still had the advantage of being tall, and thus having long arms.

But before Wang An's big foot could be swung, the two loafers behind rushed up. Wang An immediately retracted his foot. These two loafers were probably afraid Wang An would run, so they came up from the left and right. Wang An still maintained fighting the smallest number of people.

Then Wang An met the person on the left, and very easily threw this loafer onto the first one who had rushed over.

Then, ignoring the last loafer, he started kicking with his big feet. When Wang An kicked people in a fight, he usually aimed for the ribs, the part above the hip bone, or the crotch of the thigh.

Don't ask why; just take one kick and you'll know what's going on!

That is truly damn painful, and can absolutely make a person lose combat effectiveness in the shortest time.

After a few kicks from Wang An, the two loafers on the ground were only left with "ah-ah" screams, unable to even stand up.

Wang An turned around to deal with the last loafer, because while Wang An was kicking the two fallen loafers, this last one had actually pulled out a knife.

Although it was just a dagger, if it were to stab into his body, it would truly be quite serious. So, Wang An's left-hand horsewhip swung up, but this time it was swung horizontally, because this last loafer was waving the dagger left and right.

If it were swung vertically, it would be blocked by the opponent's arm, and the force of the whip would be reduced.

Many people don't know that Wang An is a person whose left hand is more flexible than his right, because Wang An himself is left-handed. It's just that he was always called "lefty," and Wang An felt it sounded bad, so he tried his best to use his right hand for everything.

After a few whips, perhaps the tip of the whip touched his eyes, and the last loafer threw away the dagger, squatted on the ground covering his eyes, and wailed loudly.

Thus, all four loafers were half-crippled, all either squatting or lying on the ground, either wailing or groaning. Actually, if you count from the time Wang An walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative until now, it was less than 5 minutes in total. Real fights end very quickly; there's no such thing as you hitting me once, then I hit you once, back and forth.

Wang An didn't pay any more attention to these three loafers, but walked to the sled and looked down at the loafer who couldn't speak like a human but was still acting tough. This loafer was still covering his face at this moment, and it was unknown if it was truly painful or if he was faking it.

It's just that when Wang An kicked those two loafers, he had glanced over here. This kid clearly wasn't covering his face just now, but now he was covering it again.

Wang An looked at this kid's appearance at this moment and almost laughed out loud.

Acting like this, was he trying to beg for sympathy? He was already mixing in society, what the hell is sympathy?

Mainly, in Wang An's view, the moment one starts acting tough, one should have the awareness of being beaten into a dog! Without even this bit of awareness, what is the point of acting tough?

How old are they, still playing house? Fifth brother Wang Li is also 16 this year, and he has to risk his life mountain-going every day.

So, Wang An swung the whip again at this loafer, but this time he whipped his hands, because this kid's hands were covering his face!

After whipping this kid into another round of ghost-like wailing and begging for mercy, Wang An drove the sled away.

Come to think of it, although Wang An fought one against four this time, it was the easiest one, because the combat effectiveness of these loafers was truly too damn poor!

In this era, normal fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, being able to grow to 1.6 meters is considered tall, and they are all skinny.

And Wang An, with his 1.8-meter height, eating meat and mountain-going every day, even without using this "retreat tactic," basically didn't need much effort to beat these little things.

Wang An drove the sled and smoked, feeling more and more that the current atmosphere was bad, with these little brats all starting to come out and show off.

If they could truly fight or had weapons and dared to use them, that would be fine. But these ones, they themselves weren't much of a thing, didn't have a cent in their pockets, yet they showed off and acted tough to death every day.

Just these four things, if they were really mixing in society, not only would they have to be dogs every day, but they would also have to be beaten eight times a day. Is it that they haven't had enough beatings?

What the hell are they after? Is it just for the few seconds of pleasure when acting tough? Truly can't understand it!

Wang An drove the sled and soon arrived at a bend. A long way past the bend, Wang An tied the stallion to a tree. The firecrackers were too loud, and Wang An was afraid the stallion would be frightened.

Carrying the sack, Wang An walked to a place not far from the bend, then lit a cigarette and started the process of "exploding away the evil."

Wang An took out 16 extra-large firecrackers, lit one, and threw it at the bend. With a loud "bang," Wang An felt his ears buzzing, and then he couldn't hear anything!

Wang An shook his head vigorously, but the buzzing in his ears didn't diminish at all. Wang An looked blankly at the remaining 15 firecrackers and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This damn thing won't work either! Don't end up not exploding away the "evil" and instead making yourself deaf; that would be damn miserable!

Wang An pondered for a long time and suddenly thought of a good method.

Wang An took apart the small whip, took one small whip and broke it in half from the middle, kept the other half connected, inserted the ignition fuse of the firecracker into the broken part of the small whip. One broken part of a small whip could only clamp the ignition fuses of four firecrackers. Then Wang An placed this strange combination at the bend.

He scanned left and right and found that there was no one nearby. Wang An bent down and lit the ignition fuse of the small whip.

After the small whip was lit, Wang An turned around and ran for his life. How fast was he running? You could see Wang An running in front, with snow debris kicked up by his two big feet filling the sky.

Fortunately, this was a snowy road surface. If it were a stone road, Wang An could have kicked out sparks, creating a real "sparks and lightning all the way"!

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