Chapter 6

Although Fang Xing had never missed martial arts classes, not every class could get Xia Long's guidance, especially those practicing kung fu.

He grasped the opportunity and carefully experienced the difference.

After half an hour of Great Dragon Stance, it was the practice of the Military Fist Twelve Styles.

Fang Xing followed the rules, expecting to get Xia Long's guidance.

It's a pity that this time Xia Long just glanced at it, nodded and shook his head: "Students have made progress, this is very good, but the landing point of martial arts ultimately has to be in actual combat... Actual combat works, everything works, actual combat doesn't work, everything is farting. Now, the class is divided into groups of two, start actual combat exercises..."

He tapped the watch on his hand, and a blue light screen immediately emerged in front of him.

Fang Xing and other names kept changing on it, finally settling.

"First group, Bai Lang vs. Qian Xun!"

Xia Long announced expressionlessly: "Other students, make room."

"Please advise!"

Bai Lang had a slender figure, short hair, and politely bowed first.

"Please advise!"

Qian Xun wore a cyan training suit, a pumpkin head, and bowed back.

Slap!

The next instant, Bai Lang's footsteps were like a bow and arrow, shooting out a distance of several meters, arriving in front of Qian Xun.

His five fingers were closed, and the cannon punch came out.

A crisp sound came from the air, obviously the bow-step cannon punch was already very proficient.

Bang!

The cannon punch hit empty air, Qian Xun did a posture similar to an iron bridge, making it hard to imagine that her slender waist could bend to ninety degrees.

Then, Qian Xun pressed her hands on the ground, her long legs were like boneless, winding up, and also like double pythons strangling.

Military Fist Twelve Styles—'Double Snake Legs'!

The next second, Bai Lang was strangled tightly and fell to the ground, as if he were prey strangled by a giant python.

Naked choke!

"I admit defeat!"

Bai Lang's face was flushed, and he didn't know if it was hypoxia or excitement, anyway, Fang Xing felt he wasn't very frustrated or disappointed.

"Oh my... this kid made a lot of money."

Beside him, Liu Wei also slapped his thigh regretfully: "Why wasn't it me?"

"Next group, Yi An vs. Ke Er!"

Xia Long had no expression, letting the next group come up.

Yi An was thin and small, with dark skin, while Ke Er had a typical white appearance, nearly two heads taller than Yi An.

Hearing the instruction, a cruel smile appeared on his face, his right fist swung back, and then shot out like a bow arrow.

Bang!

This punch was too fast, Yi An couldn't avoid it at all, flew out directly, and even the bone-cracking sound came from his arms that were raised in a hurry.

"One punch..."

The surrounding students were all somewhat shocked: "Ke Er's punch... is already incomparably close to 'Ten thousand gold can't buy a cannon sound'..."

Bow-step cannon punch, the word 'cannon' is the true meaning!

"So powerful... this big block relies on his strength, and takes too much advantage in the early stage of martial arts practice, equivalent to those gifted people in ancient times..."

Liu Wei also muttered.

"Although the Military Fist Twelve Styles is only C-grade martial arts, being able to practice to this step in the first year of high school is barely okay."

Xia Long hugged his arms, nodded secretly in his heart, prepared to include Ke Er in the observation list, but didn't show much, and said directly: "Let two students send Yi An to the infirmary, next group... Liu Wei vs. Bai Lianyi!"

"Hm?"

Hearing this, Fang Xing immediately looked next to him.

Liu Wei was suppressing his excitement, and went on stage calmly: "Classmate Bai, please advise!"

Bai Lianyi nodded lightly, looking like a white lotus, her voice was also soft and delicate, making people think of the lotus in Jiangnan: "Be careful, Classmate Liu!"

Before the words fell, her figure swayed, and she had already arrived in front of Liu Wei!

"So fast!"

Fang Xing watched coldly, sighing in his heart.

This Classmate Bai's speed is probably the first in the class!

As a biochemical human, being able to surpass many natural-born classmates in martial arts progress is really somewhat unbelievable.

And what is even more unbelievable is the terrifying wind sound afterwards!

Rip!

Bai Lianyi's right leg was raised high, and the white training suit rustled.

The air seemed to be torn by a giant axe, and that axe was Bai Lianyi's long leg!

Military Fist Twelve Styles—Battle Axe Leg!

Crack!

Fang Xing heard the harsh bone-cracking sound, and then saw Liu Wei as if he had been hit by a high-speed train, screaming in mid-air: "My hand..."

"It's okay, isn't it just a broken hand? That someone, send him to the infirmary!"

Xia Long frowned.

He didn't know that no matter how cheap the school infirmary is, it still charges money.

"Next group... Fang Xing, vs. Ouyang Qianqian!"

Fang Xing originally wanted to send his deskmate and friend to the infirmary, but heard his name, and could only give Liu Wei an apologetic look, and walked onto the battlefield.

Liu Wei didn't scream anymore, refused the student who was going to send him to the infirmary, and watched from the side.

After all, one is his dead friend, and the other is his crush.

He thought for a moment, and shouted: "Ah Xing, keep it up!"

Anyway, natural-born students like Ouyang Qianqian have always been top of the class, and definitely won't lose.

Cheering for his friend is only right and proper.

Although he was cheering, he didn't feel at all that Fang Xing had a chance to win.

"Please advise!"

Fang Xing had a good mentality, smiled freely at Ouyang Qianqian, set up the Military Fist stance, and at the same time manipulated the nano-suit to give up defense.

After all, it's just a classroom practice, no need to cheat.

"Please!"

Ouyang Qianqian's hands were like orchids, elegant and graceful, pointing down suddenly, not the path of the Military Fist Twelve Styles.

This is her family martial arts—Flying Orchid Finger!

It is a C-grade martial art, with specialties in exercising finger flexibility and toughness.

'Hm, much weaker than Gu Yun... Both are natural-born families, if Gu Yun is a middle-income family, Ouyang Qianqian is a pauper... Of course, no matter what, they are stronger than biochemical humans, we are born as negative-asset people.'

Fang Xing's footsteps shifted, dodging Ouyang Qianqian's finger, then his five fingers closed, turning into the punch he was most familiar with.

Bow-step cannon punch!

Person like a pine, step like a bow, punch like a cannon!

Boom!

A muffled sound came from the air, Fang Xing's punch was heavy and straight to the point.

Ouyang Qianqian was like catkins, facing the wind and moving backward, barely avoiding this punch.

Willow Catkin Movement!

Then, her figure twisted, arriving at Fang Xing's right side, her right hand fingers like jade, pointing lightly, driving the wind.

Although the moves were fierce and vicious, they were graceful, giving people a feeling of being like a spring breeze.

Fang Xing twisted his waist, not retreating but advancing.

Slap!

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He felt a pain in his spine, but didn't hesitate at all, opened his hands, and gave a bear hug.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by Liu Wei's scream, he had already fallen to the ground with Ouyang Qianqian.

'It doesn't matter if you are stronger than me, I can pull you to the aspect I am best at, and then defeat you with my rich experience.'

Fang Xing smiled in his heart, the current situation can be said to be very favorable to him.

After all, when it comes to ground fighting techniques, girls will always be at a slight disadvantage.

Liu Wei must be envious to the point of nosebleeds.

But he stared at Ouyang Qianqian's unyielding eyes and patted the ground: "I admit defeat!"

Although he pulled it to the same level, and even occupied a certain advantage.

But this female classmate's progress in refining skin must be higher than his own, and her basic physical quality is stronger!

Although maybe because of gender, she was a bit restrained during ground fighting, but wanting to take her down would require spending some effort.

Finally making himself injured and embarrassed, why bother?

After all, this is just a harmless classroom sparring.

"Good, stop!"

Xia Long nodded, and said to Ouyang Qianqian, who climbed up with an unwilling look: "I have told students long ago, don't rely too much on so-called family martial arts. No matter how good the family is, can it compare to the school? Or even the Federation Alliance? Classmate Ouyang's family martial arts obviously carries the brand of ancient martial arts, and still pays attention to demeanor when attacking, thus giving Classmate Fang a chance... The Military Fist Twelve Styles is developed specifically for battlefield killing, absolutely without a single redundant movement, even if the posture is somewhat unsightly, but being able to win and survive is the most important... For example, just now Classmate Fang, if he continued to connect a move of 'Pig Dragon Turn', the probability of winning would be very high..."

He spoke, pointing out the strategies and responses of both sides, making Fang Xing feel that he benefited a lot.

Indeed, if it weren't for Ouyang Qianqian's initial mistakes, he wouldn't have been able to knock her down.

"Next group..."

Xia Long gave some guidance, and continued to let the next group of students come up.

In his heart, he moved slightly: 'This Fang Xing, not bad...'

For him, Ouyang Qianqian, as a student from a natural-born family, has family resource investment, and her progress in refining skin exceeds that of biochemical humans, but she was forced to this point, obviously her actual combat experience is extremely lacking, nothing to say.

But that Fang Xing is a bit interesting, his combat consciousness is good, obviously experienced a certain amount of actual combat, and can admit defeat in a way of cutting off his wrist, which can be considered reasonable, knowing progress and retreat, and knowing how to trade off.

Moreover, it seems that every time he attends class, he can see a little progress in him, even if it is very small!

This is not simple.

Xia Long recalled before.

Even excellent students like Bai Lianyi and Ke Er don't actually make progress in every class.

Sometimes they are even affected by various small things.

But Fang Xing is different, although the realm is very low and the moves are not proficient, he walks step by step, very steadily.

'Maybe Fang Xing's state has been particularly good during this period, wait and see...'

After all, it was just a small matter, and Xia Long soon put Fang Xing's matter down, preparing to observe for a period of time.

"Ah Xing..."

Fang Xing came to Liu Wei's side, receiving a look full of resentment from his deskmate: "You actually knocked down Qianqian..."

"Ahem, didn't I admit defeat? Otherwise, if we continue to tangle, the scene will be very ugly..."

Fang Xing coughed, actually mainly because he wanted to perform in front of Xia Long.

"How many years of friendship do we have... the little boat is going to capsize... but you still send me to the infirmary first."

Liu Wei soon gave up entanglement, and the two walked to the school infirmary together.

After passing a flower bed, Fang Xing's footsteps paused.

In front, a girl was standing, wearing a snow-white training suit, her temperament like a lotus in Jiangnan, it was Bai Lianyi!