Guangling Yun then practiced Taiji Fist and Jeet Fist. From now on, Guangling Yun planned to use these two fist techniques to deal with his enemies.
He took the path of borrowing strength to fight, using strength to deflect a thousand pounds, mainly to exploit his strengths and avoid his weaknesses to defeat the enemy. After all, he had only been practicing martial arts for a short period of time, and his physical strength and quality could not keep up. He could not fight head-on. That was the way of a boorish man. He would have to wait for new techniques to come out before he could do so.
Then, Guang Linyun called Dian Wei over to spar with him.
Dian Wei was powerful but not agile enough, appearing very clumsy. With the help of the Hongmeng Computer, Guang Lingyun had used up all his strength and not yet gained any new strength. He destroyed Dian Wei's powerful attack by hitting the vital points such as his arm, wrist, and side joint. Then, he struck out like lightning and kicked Dian Wei sideways.
Awesome! Guangling Yun was in a great mood!
Whether it was training by himself or training with Dian Wei, it was all a simulation. The actual combat effect would depend on the opponent. Practice was the only standard to test the truth. Guangling Yun planned to find a few experts to spar with and test his quality.
In the vast sea of people, although there were many experts on and off the stage, it was not that easy to find. There was no need to travel thousands of miles and spend a lot of time. First, he went to the city's mixed martial arts club to take a look. He remembered that there was one with the sign "Mixed Martial Arts Fight Club" that should still be open.
Guangling Yun drove over and arrived in a short while.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the club's door was still open. After entering the door, he saw a small, low arena in the middle of the room, surrounded by simple colored ropes. There was a lot of fitness equipment around the room, such as bodybuilding cars, walking machines, rowing machines, waist-toning machines, treadmill, etc., and a few boxing equipment such as iron poles and sandbags were in the corner of the room.
Four or five strong men were working out, sweating profusely. Only one person was practicing boxing and punching sandbags. It seemed that business was not doing well now, and the brothers who opened the dojo had changed their careers to become fitness trainers.
"Do you need to work out? He had to apply for a membership card first. Newcomers would get a discount.”
A guy with a height of about 1.75 meters, dark skin, and strong muscles came in front of Guangling Yun with a warm smile. He probably saw Guangling Yun's equally strong muscles, and business came.
"I don't want to work out. I want to find a brother who can spar with me.”Guang Lingyun also said with a smile.
So he was here to kick up a fuss! The smile on the dojo master's face instantly turned cold. The few strong men who were exercising around them also stopped. Who asked them to pay attention when they entered Guangling Cloud? After all, there were not many people in this room. It was difficult not to notice.
"Who are you looking for?" The head said coldly.
"Anything is fine." Guang Lingyun, who was full of confidence, did not have to worry so much now. He still said with a smile.
"Zhao Cheng, come over and exchange blows with him!”
The dojo master shouted at the brothers practicing boxing and mixed martial arts in the corner. The head seemed to have some self-restraint and didn't start scolding at the slightest disagreement.
Zhao Cheng stared at Guang Lingyun for a few seconds, wiped his face with a towel, and strode onto the ring. With a hint of contempt, he curled his fist at Guang Lingyun.
Guangling Yun didn't mind. He asked for a pair of boxing gloves and walked up to the ring. After all, he was here to spar and not cause trouble. It was good that he had someone to practice with. There was a good show to watch, so it would be a waste not to watch. The few brothers who were practicing fitness around them surrounded them.
Both parties stared at each other. Guang Lingyun didn't move, waiting for Zhao Cheng to punch.
Finally, Zhao Chengxian couldn't hold it in anymore and threw a straight punch at Guang Lingyun. " Hong Meng " had already been activated: focus lock, path analysis, action prediction, 180-degree turn to dodge, right hand reverse swing fist to hit the back.
With the help of the Hongmeng computer, Guangling Yun clearly "saw" Zhao Cheng's movement path and instantly made a prediction and a punch. He turned 180 degrees and used all the strength in his body to drive his right hand into a reverse swing fist, heavily hitting Zhao Cheng's upper back.
"Plop!" Zhao Cheng fell onto the stage!
The target in front missed and attacked from behind with great force. He was directly knocked down by Guang Lingyun's borrowing force and couldn't get up even after struggling a few times.
"What?" The glasses of the head and the people around him shattered! Zhao Cheng had once won the provincial 65kg class mixed martial arts third place. He was also one of the most powerful ones in the dojo. He was very strong, but he did not expect that he would be defeated in one move!
The dojo master was not surprised for long. He first went up the stage to help Zhao Cheng up. After checking that there was no serious problem, he asked someone to help him down the stage to rest. Only then did he pay attention to Guangling Yun.
He was about 1.75 cm tall and of medium height. His body was slightly muscular, but it wasn't as obvious as the muscular brothers around him. He had a handsome face with a hint of delicateness. Looking at the smiling Guang Lingyun on the ring, no matter how he looked at it, he was just an ordinary person. At most, he was just slightly stronger and more capable. The dojo master was puzzled no matter how he thought about it.
"May I ask your name?" the head said in an ancient tone.
"I am Guang Lingyun. May I ask who you are?”
"Ma Fucai."
"I hope Brother Guang can enlighten me." Ma Fucai cupped his fists.
Ma Fucai got into position and prepared to attack. Zhao Cheng must have been careless. He had to be more serious this time. Otherwise, the dojo would lose all face today. Ma Fucai secretly made up his mind. He had won the provincial martial arts championship before!
As usual, Ma Fucai punched out first to test the waters. He then threw a few feint punches. However, Guang Lingyun only swayed a few times and didn't move his feet. He still looked at Ma Fucai with a smile.
This eyesight, this fast movement technique…Ma Fucai's expression immediately turned solemn when he encountered an expert today.
The two sides then exchanged a few blows. They were all probing and feint punches. Ma Fucai's defense was quite tight. As expected of a martial arts champion.
Suddenly, Guang Lingyun moved. A straight punch, left hook, and right hook formed a fist shadow that attacked Ma Fucai like a storm. There seemed to be a sky full of shadows, making people dizzy. Ma Fucai hurriedly raised his fists to meet it.
" Left abdomen opening wide, right leg sweeping." Under the chaotic attacks, Hong Meng caught Ma Fucai's flaw, and Guang Lingyun swept over with a whip kick.
With a thud, Ma Fucai fell onto the stage. Counting from the moment the two of them fought, all of this happened in less than five minutes. Guangling Yun won easily.
Guangling Yun didn't use his full strength to injure anyone. He was only here to spar and test today. There was no need to be so ruthless and stop at the point. Ma Fucai only struggled and swayed a few times before getting up from the ring. It was not a big deal.
"Thank you for showing mercy, Brother Linyun!" Ma Fucai cupped his fists in gratitude.
There were people who came to challenge the dojo in the past. That time, they were not injured. Martial arts sparring was not child's play. The fragility of the human body was destined to be injured or even killed if one exceeded their ability to withstand blows, even if one was a giant as tall as Yao Ming! Although your strength has increased a lot, your ability to withstand attacks has increased by a very limited amount. Otherwise, Tyson wouldn't have been able to defeat so many European and American men.
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