Chapter 136 [First Coming] (Part 1)

There are two doors in the warehouse behind. I followed Master Ba out of the back door. This is a parking garage with many cars of all sizes parked inside, but they all look very old. What surprised me was that some repairmen seemed to be not doing repair work...

They are simply dismantling! Dismembering the parts of the car.

When we walked through this garage, Eighth Master did not stop, but kept walking in front. The repair workers next to us just stood up and bent down silently at Eighth Master, looking very respectful.

When I walked out of the garage, there was a courtyard, where there was a spiral staircase. Master Ba led me down and pushed open a door with some peeling paint on it. There was a sound of fighting in it.

I heard this sound very familiar, with shouts, exhaling sounds, footsteps, and boxing gloves intersecting. As soon as I walked in, I almost thought I had entered a gym.

There were some simple fitness equipment on both sides. Although they were relatively simple, they had everything they should have. There were also some strong men who looked very strong and were practicing with barbells. There were some mats on the middle ground. They were playing a larger field. Some people were fighting in pairs to practice boxing. They all wore boxing gloves... It was not the big boxing gloves in boxing competitions, but the kind of small trumpets that showed half of their fingers when put on. Of course, they all wore head hoods.

Master Eight looked at the surprised expression on my face and showed a slightly satisfied smile.

The door behind him closed silently.

Most of the people who are practicing are about thirty years old. The oldest ones look like they are five, and the youngest ones are at least older than me.

"How is it?" Master Eighth asked me with a smile.

I didn't understand what he asked meant, so I vaguely said, "Yeah."

"I'm asking you, how is this place?"

I nodded: "Very good."

My eyes swept around those who were practicing fighting. These people were very agile in their skills and movements, and they had real skills in fists and feet, and they didn't seem to be a simplicity. What moved me was that almost half of them, from the movements, all had a little trace of the army.

After scanning the circle, I was sure these people are good... but they are just good. There is no real master. At least there is no one like Jinhe.

Finally, my eyes fell on the corner next to me. A man dressed in shorts, naked, wearing shorts, boxing gloves, and barefoot, was slamming with a sandbag.

The sandbag was hanging upside down, and he beaten to a thump. It can be seen that the man's moves very quickly and his strength is good. He obviously has good fighting skills, such as fists, elbows, knees, and legs, all of which are skillfully used, and his speed is also very fast, and he hits the sandbag like a storm. He makes a dense bang bang sound...

Finally, after kicking one side, he took a breath, and then shouted in a deep voice. He punched the sandbag out with a heavy punch, and the sandbag was beaten high by him, swinging heavily, and the swaying continuously.

The Eighth Master noticed that I was looking at the young man and smiled and said, "That's the best-in-class young people here. What do you think?"

I nodded and said calmly: "It's very good."

"The ground is really good." Eighth Master suddenly sighed. He touched his nose with the palm of his hand that only had three fingers left, and sighed: "What a pity, our generation is old, and there are too few young people who are willing to endure hardships among the young people nowadays. I have seen many young people who think they are very powerful, most of them are just fancy. Real kung fu is practiced through falling and fighting. How can young people now endure hardships!" He pointed to the young man who was practicing with a sandbag in his arms: "He is pretty good. Alas...but it's still worse than those old people we used to..."

I didn't say anything.

After all, I just came and was not familiar with Eighth Master. I couldn't answer the words he said when he sighed. I just stood aside with a little embarrassed and listened to him.

Eighth Master closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened his eyes and looked at me slowly, "Chen Yang, I understand everything you said to me just now. But if you want to enter this road, you can't do it by making up your mind! You don't have some skills in this industry and can't eat it! Although you were introduced by the fat man, I must at least know what you have. If you don't have the ability, you can only do small business on the road. People are favors, but I won't break the rules because of favors! Do you understand?"

"Get it." I nodded: "It's fair...I like fairness."

"Okay, then I won't explain much." The Eighth Master looked me up and down: "Lao Qi just said that you are good at your skills. You also said that you were cutting people with a knife in China, and one was cutting a dozen people." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he felt a little mocking: "I haven't seen what you said with your own eyes. I believe it or not. I haven't seen anyone who cuts a dozen people before, but that was many years ago. Most of the young people nowadays have hard mouths and soft hands. Besides... This is not the country. North American gun management is very loose, and it is two different worlds! Even if you can really cut a dozen people, you can't eat it here. If someone holds an ak47, even if you are really Bruce Lee, it's useless."

"I don't know how to use guns, and I haven't been in contact with them in China." I said lightly: "But I think I'm pretty good at it. I've practiced martial arts for ten years."

"Everyone has practiced here." Eighth Master said lightly. He suddenly smiled and pointed at the young man holding the sandbag: "How do you think he is more skilled than you?"

I hesitated a little.

It's still the same problem. After all, I just came here, so I couldn't act too arrogant. After thinking about it, I slowly said, "I... I'm different from him practicing terrain."

Eighth Master smiled, and there was a deep meaning in his smile. But I could see that this smile did not mean to blame me, but instead had some interest.

Then he suddenly raised his hands and slapped three times.

Immediately, the people around them stopped their movements and quickly gathered towards us.

From this point of view, I value this place another level! At least the eighth master and I have just come in and have been standing here for a while, and these people are all focused on training, and no one is distracted to look at us. Now, after the eighth master gave us the order, they all gathered here.

This at least seems very disciplined and not a mob.

"Luo, come here." Eighth Master said to the young man holding a sandbag and hitting the ground.

This is a guy who looks very tall. He should be a little older than me, but he is not much older. He looks handsome, has a little white skin, but his muscles are very strong.

He stood in front of these people, his eyes were very cold when he looked at people, and his expression was softer only when he was facing the Eighth Master.

"Give him your fists a little." Master Eight pointed at me.

The young man glanced at me. Without saying a word, he took off his boxing gloves silently. Master Eight took it and handed it to me, with a smile on his face: "Okay, you said you practiced differently from them, let me see how you practiced."

I was stared at by so many people. My face was a little unnatural, but I quickly took the gloves, then put down my bag and took off my coat.

I slowly walked towards the sandbag. The people on both sides immediately gave up a way for me.

I felt the guys behind me staring at me. These eyes were not friendly, and there was even a hint of hostility in it.

What Eight Master said on purpose just now made my position a little embarrassed.

In an instant, I made up my mind.

This is not in China, this is speaking based on strength! It is not the time for me to be modest... Besides, I just came here, if I didn’t show it hard now, I would probably be looked down upon in the future!

I thought about it for a while. I didn't know what I was in, so I turned around and smiled at Master Ba, then threw it lightly, instead of putting on the boxing gloves, I threw it aside.

When my master taught me martial arts, he hesitated for a long time before he passed me a "heavy hand". The so-called heavy hand is a killer move! It has strong lethality. But naturally it is very heavy.

I never knew how much I had learned from Master’s kung fu. But I knew I was still far from it. I remember Master once told me that because he felt that I was too aggressive and young and impatient, he didn’t plan to pass on many killer moves in his kung fu. Because I was afraid that if I learned it, if I couldn’t help but take heavy moves when I got into action with someone, I would cause trouble! If those killer moves were made, they would either die or be injured!

So in the end, my master only passed me one heavy move. This heavy move was uploaded by my master because I had been practicing hard for many years. And he also felt that as his little apprentice, if I didn't even pass on any of the tricks to me, I would be a little sorry for me.

Actually, I know that the master’s move I passed on was quite "soft". Only my senior brothers really learned some very powerful killer moves!

Under the gaze of everyone, I walked to the sandbag and slowly hugged the swaying sandbag, so that it could be fixed and no longer moved.

Then I took a step back, spread my legs slightly, sank my waist, gently moved my waist, and then exhale and sing!

drink!!

I was silenced and twisted my waist to punch. I practiced my boxing skills to a high level. In fact, it was not all about the strength of my arms, but was connected to my waist and legs, and the strength of my body was hit with one punch!

I am a heavy killer move in the boxing skills taught by my master! I heard it bang!

With a dull sound, the sandbag was suddenly shocked by it as everyone shouted!

My punching force was not bad, but the sandbag was not swaying so much! It was not even one-third of the young man who just hit. But I punched it, and immediately shrank back, slowly took a step back...
Chapter completed!