Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 175 External Kung Fu

The first day of competition ended, and half of the eighty practitioners advanced.

Tomorrow, the competition will continue and the top 20 will be decided.

Ma Zhan and his group returned to the courtyard, but still did not see Ma Zhongtong come back.

Meng Yao asked doubtfully, "Second Master hasn't come back yet?"

Ma Zhan chuckled and said, "Don't worry about him. From what I know about him, he must have gone to see his old lover."

After dinner, Ma Zhan called a few people together and asked:

"Who among you knows how to fight? Come and teach me."

Each of those contestants is a ruthless person.

They all have their own unique skills, but Ma Zhan knows nothing.

Chun Xiaoman asked: "Sir, is it too late to learn now?"

Guo Shanfeng quickly replied, "There's still time. Little Tiger is very talented and has a photographic memory."

"That's enough. Stop flattering me."

Xue Lan said:

“There are many martial arts masters who can transform certain joints in their bodies into deadly weapons.

They have been practicing for more than ten years, even decades, day after day. Isn't it a little late for you to cram at the last minute?"

"Xue Lan, you are so beautiful, but you are not very good at speaking."

Qiluo took over the conversation and said quietly:

"Young Master, you don't know that external martial arts require constant refinement and require a hundred times more effort than those who practice martial arts.

Most of those who practice external martial arts are not very talented in martial arts.

Most practitioners would only practice one or two external martial arts occasionally in addition to their own cultivation.

There are very few practitioners who focus on external martial arts."

Thinking back to Da Ximu, he had only practiced the family-inherited silk-winding hand technique very casually, so what Qiluo said was indeed right.

But it doesn't matter. With the internal force locked and without the support of true energy and spiritual power, one can basically defeat the enemy with one move. Learning one or two moves is enough.

Mengyao majored in formation patterns. Crossing the mountain is useless except for running fast. She can only put her hopes on the three beauties.

"Xiao Man, Xue Lan, Qi Luo, teach me everything you know quickly. The more the better."

The three beauties looked at each other and said that they didn't know how to do it.

"What~"

Ma Zhan slammed the table and said angrily:

"You all speak as if it were the truth, and you are just talking nonsense without knowing anything.

Go, go, go... Go to the theater."

With only Mengyao by his side, Ma Zhan quickly calmed down.

Think about myself, the only martial arts that does not require weapons or internal energy is the Dragon Flipping.

But it's not very useful. You can't steal other people's peaches. That's too despicable.

What can I do? Boxing, wrestling, Sanda, locks...

That's not appropriate. If you lock someone's head, they will just poke your eyes.

I wish I could use Master Ma’s five-hit lightning whip.

Lightning Five Whips... Got it, I'm just looking for a donkey while riding a donkey.

I watched a lot of traditional martial arts teaching in short videos in my previous life. With my current physical fitness, I am definitely at the level of a traditional martial arts master.

"Over the mountain, over the mountain..."

He had just changed his clothes and was about to go out to play over the mountains when he was summoned by Ma Zhan and became a human sandbag.

"Use your true qi to protect yourself, or I'll kill you."

Ma Zhan recalled the scenes and key movements in the short video, such as long-range strike and Tongbeiquan.

Fang, Ding, Cunhong Quan.

Drill, collapse, chop, cannon, horizontal Xingyiquan...

Bajiquan plus armor, even gods would be afraid of it.

What is the use of taking off the gun and turning it into a fist, what is the use of softness to overcome hardness, and using a little force to move a great object?

No matter what, anything that can be thought of will be dealt with by passing through the mountain.

Guo Shanfeng was hit by a series of strong blows, and his body's Qi soon couldn't keep up. He immediately stopped and said:

"Master Xiaohu, did you create this...yourself?"

Ma Zhan made a pretentious gesture and then said:

"Guo Shanfeng, I told you to concentrate on your training a long time ago, but you didn't listen. You couldn't even begin to exert any strength before you gave in."

"You've got me again."

Guo Shanfeng asked curiously, "Master Xiaohu, you hit my body's protective Qi directly. Doesn't it hurt my arms and legs?"

"It hurts, I'm just holding it in, right?"

Ma Zhan shook his hands, "It really hurts. How do those brick-splitting masters do it?"

"Come on, let's continue. I also have the 'Super Powerful Unlimited Self-Defense Technique'. It's really powerful."

"What a crappy name!" Guo Shanfeng's face twitched.

"Master Xiaohu, please wait a moment. I will go find Miss Xiaoman to practice with you."

"No, she's not suitable..."

Next, Ma Zhan kicked Guo Shanfeng in the crotch, poked his eyes, hit his throat, etc., which scared Guo Shanfeng so much that he broke out in cold sweats.

These insidious moves are indeed not suitable for Miss Xiaoman.

The next day, Ma Zhan and his companions came to the competition venue and sat in the same seats as yesterday.

Ma Zhan looked at Chun Xiaoman suspiciously. Spending a little more money was a small matter, but buying the same location would be a problem.

"Xiao Man, why are we sitting here again?"

Chun Xiaoman smiled faintly and said, "The popular boss reserved it for us."

Ma Zhan frowned slightly. I didn’t reveal my identity as the Marquis of Qingshui Mansion, and I don’t know where Ma Zhongtong has gone these days.

The official who sold the seats definitely did not reserve them out of respect for the Qingshui Marquis' Mansion. The answer is obvious.

"Xiao Man, that officer has no good intentions towards you."

"I know."

There was a hint of joy in Chun Xiaoman's smile to Ma Zhan.

"But I'm here to cheer you on, you can hear me clearly."

My worries are unnecessary, this girl was once the most popular prostitute.

I know a man's thoughts very well.

Now the three of them are considered our own family, so it’s better to let them do less of this kind of thing.

Ma Zhan cleared his throat and deliberately raised his voice a little:

"After crossing the mountain, I'll go buy a seat for tomorrow, the one closest to the front."

Guo Shanfeng nodded in agreement. The three beauties looked at each other and felt a little warmth in their hearts.

"Boss Sang is here."

In the arena, someone shouted in surprise.

In an instant, there was a small chaos in the entire stadium.

"Boss Sang, it's really Boss Sang..."

"Hey? Why is Boss Sang bringing a man with him? Is that his lover?"

"No, Boss Sang doesn't have a lover.

Besides, although that guy is good-looking, he's a bit old. He's not worthy of Boss Sang."

"No, that's, that's...

Boss Sang actually served that man tea. How could it be possible? Boss Sang, don’t be fooled…”

"Oh my god, that's Mr. Fire Dragon, the Mr. Fire Dragon whom I admire the most."

. . . . . .

Ma Zhongtong and a veiled woman sat opposite Ma Zhan and the others.

Across the field, Ma Zhan gave Ma Zhongtong a thumbs-up, meaning, "Second Master, it's you who deserves it."

Ma Zhongtong nodded slightly and responded, "This is all routine operation, low-key, low-key."

The three beauties looked at the women beside Ma Zhongtong with their beautiful eyes, and each of them dropped their jaws in shock.

Chun Xiaoman stammered, "Sang, Sang, Sang Qihong is Master Ma's woman?"