wavenovel Chapter 18 The Power of the Cannon Fist
Chapter 18 The Power of the Cannon Fist
"The first round of the match is officially starting!" Fang Hong held up a sign and swayed her hips as she walked around.
Hong Jie glanced at Wang Xiaoxian again.
Why is everyone else's assistant a curvy, big-breasted woman in black stockings?
But she herself is a flat-chested cowgirl.
uncomfortable.
"Ding!"
As soon as the bell rang.
Ji Wenjin launched a fierce and relentless offensive, like a tiger descending a mountain.
Hook punch, straight punch, uppercut.
Every punch was aimed straight at Hong Jie's face.
He had investigated Hong Jie; he had previously been just an ordinary college student.
Even if he had secretly practiced Iron Palm, he was definitely not cut out for fighting.
Hands trained with Iron Palm.
Unlike the Divine Power Fist or Bajiquan, practitioners must first lay a solid foundation in hard skills.
Therefore, for this kind of physically weak chicken.
The best way is to quickly destroy his will, achieve a swift victory, and demonstrate my divine power.
Hong Jie's first real-world sparring session!
All I heard was a whooshing sound as fists flew wildly through my eyes.
He instinctively used the cannon fist defense technique, gathering his internal energy in his elbows and swaying his body to block the attack.
Boom!
Ji Wenjin delivered a straight punch to Hong Jie's lower abdomen.
Under intense pain.
Hong Jie hesitated for a moment, and Ji Wenjin delivered a right hook that pierced through his defense and struck Hong Jie's right temple.
Dengdeng!
Hong Jie retreated several steps to the fence, and after taking a few more punches, he quickly hugged Ji Wenjin.
Referee Dong Fei came over and separated the two.
The next round.
Hong Jie was always on the defensive and taking the beatings!
Only through real combat can one truly understand how difficult the path of martial arts is.
Before going on stage, he thought Huang Tao was incompetent.
If it were up to me, I could use one of the moves from the Cannon Fist to counter or retaliate.
Once they actually step into the ring, facing simple, efficient, and well-established boxing and Sanda fighting techniques, they simply won't have a chance to react or break through their moves.
Even though Huang Tian had pointed out the key points beforehand, when it came to the actual fight, his mind was in a complete mess, and his body was completely out of control due to various neurological factors such as excitement, fear, and tension.
Mind and hand in unison!
The principles of martial arts, passed down for thousands of years, are not so easy to comprehend.
Jingle Bell!
Round one is over!
"Kid, I won't hold back next round!" Ji Wenjin took off his braces and pointed at Hong Jie.
"Oh!"
"We'll see!" Hong Jie, his face covered in bruises and blood flowing from his mouth and nose, returned to a corner of the arena, took the mineral water handed to him by Wang Xiaoxian, rinsed himself thoroughly, and then poured the rest over his head.
"Where's the first-aid kit?"
"Mr. Ji, don't tell me you don't even provide the most basic guarantees?" Huang Tiandu said.
Ji Wenjin waved his hand.
Fang Hong brought over a first-aid kit.
"Brother, is this your first time fighting in a ring?" Huang Tiandu took out cotton swabs and medicine and skillfully treated Hong Jie's wounds.
"Yes."
"To be precise, it was the first time in my life I had ever fought someone," Hong Jie said, panting.
Omg!
The feeling of being beaten was simply awful.
Especially when he smelled blood, after a period of extreme tension and fear, every cell in his body trembled with excitement, and he wished he could go back on stage and beat him up three hundred times.
This fighting dog gene is definitely inherited from his father.
"good!"
"He looks average-looking, but he's surprisingly resilient!"
"Relax, relax!"
Huang Tiandu applied the medicine and patted Hong Jie's shoulder to help him relax his muscles and nerves.
"Old Huang, don't hold back, teach me anything on the spot." Hong Jie knew this was a rare opportunity and quickly asked.
"You have to treat boxing like a fast punch, and treat it like Wing Chun, which is more lethal."
"First, let's bring our mindset back!"
"Western martial arts have been in the limelight from the late Qing Dynasty to the present, while traditional Chinese martial arts have been labeled with too many negative tags. People get nervous just stepping into the ring to face boxing!"
"Relax, I've beaten them before, it'll be fine."
"Take steady steps, and use stability to overcome speed."
"Defense first, then offense!"
"Find movement within stillness!"
"Looking for opportunities!"
Huang Tiandu had been immersed in Chinese martial arts for many years and imparted his experience to Hong Jie on the spot.
"What if I'm faster than him?" Hong Jie shouted as he took a deep breath.
"Then you have a 60% chance of winning!" Huang Tiandu said.
The core of boxing lies in its explosive power, fast punching speed, and integrated offense and defense.
Styles like Wing Chun have a faster attack speed than boxing, but lack explosiveness and power, and are not very defensive.
Jingle Bell!
The second round begins.
"Open!" Dong Fei shouted.
Ji Wenjin first tested the waters with a straight punch.
Hong Jie stepped back to dodge.
After getting used to the intensity and atmosphere of the boxing, he gradually relaxed, his eyes sharp as he watched Ji Wenjin's every move.
He continues to focus on defense.
Shake your head!
Slide!
sideways!
Elbow pads!
Although he would occasionally take a punch, Ji Wenjin was protected by his invincible shield. After all, he was not a professional boxer, and it was difficult for his punches to cause serious damage and knock out Hong Jie.
"Kid, you've got a thick skin." Ji Wenjin was exhausted after two rounds of relentless bombardment and was starting to pant.
"Are you panicking?" Hong Jie dodged his punch by tilting his head and took two steps back.
"Why am I panicking!"
"Even if you get hit, you still lose by counting points."
As Ji Wenjin spoke, he brought two punches close to him and then raised his knee to strike.
Hong Jie covered his chest and pushed him away with all his might!
"are you sure?"
"Did you see the words 'divine power'?"
"Next round, I'm going to knock you out from this spot."
Hong Jie continued to provoke him.
"Yeah?"
"I'm really looking forward to it!"
Just as Ji Wen was about to fire again, the bell rang.
He glared at Hong Jie fiercely and returned to the edge of the ring.
"Master, you're playing too conservatively."
"Why waste time arguing with him? Just go for the split kick and kill him instantly," Lei Dagang said, frowning.
"yes."
"Who does he think he is? He fought Master for two rounds. We lost money just from this wave of traffic he generated," Kong Shan said.
Ji Wenjin took off his boxing gloves and leaned back on the mat, panting heavily.
These two wicked disciples had no idea of his predicament.
As I expected, Hong Jie was indeed a skilled fighter. Although he didn't look strong, his body was as hard as if it were covered in iron.
Ji Wenjin may seem to have the upper hand in terms of punches, but he knows the truth of his situation and has unspeakable suffering.
At this moment, the knuckles of his ten fingers were red and aching, and he had exhausted sixty or seventy percent of his strength.
Luckily, it was a three-wheeled vehicle.
If it were a regular competition, his fists would probably be ruined after one match.
Moreover, Hong Jie was on defense the whole time and still had plenty of energy.
If he doesn't have any other tricks up his sleeve, he can still win by points. But if he has a hidden trick up his sleeve, this third round will be very dangerous.
"Ah Jie, well done."
"I've become much more skilled at dodging punches. I counted, and I avoided nearly 40% of the attacks."
"So, boxing isn't that scary, is it?"
Huang Tian saw it clearly and praised it repeatedly.
"Brother Hong, what kind of technique do you practice? How can you be so resilient?" Huang Tao came over and asked curiously.
If it were him, putting everything else aside, just that punch to the temple in the first round would probably have put him to sleep.
"Hehe, guess!" Hong Jie laughed.
Martial arts should not be passed on lightly.
Iron Palm is the signature move of the Hung family.
Because my dad lacked confidence in his Golden Bell Shield technique and had been instantly defeated by Zhu Yong with a single punch, he never dared to boast about it.
As of now, not many people know that he has practiced the Golden Bell Cover technique.
How could I casually reveal this to outsiders?
"Junior brother, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." Huang Tian knew the rules and glared at Huang Tao.
"Ji Wenjin doesn't seem to practice much normally; his breathing is already disordered, and his physical strength is completely exhausted."
"Brother, if you have a backup plan, you can try it in the third round."
He then offered a seasoned and insightful reminder.
Hong Jie nodded, and as the bell rang, he stepped back onto the ring.
With experience.
He overcame the ring and his fear of boxing.
At this moment, he seemed like a completely different person, his sharp edge fully revealed, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty fighting spirit.
"Ring ring!"
The third round begins.
Ji Wenjin continued with a probing straight punch to the face.
His purpose was very clear.
Throw fewer punches, prevent accidents, and drag the fight out until the end.
This punch was merely symbolic; its power and speed were far lower than before.
However, for Hong Jie...
Ji Wenjin is courting death!
Boxing defenses are impenetrable, and openings often appear the instant a punch is thrown.
Ji Wenjin's casual, slow, probing punches were tantamount to selling Hong Jie an open space.
Hong Jie was like a leopard that had been lying in wait for a long time. His internal energy surged wildly, and he seized the opportunity to pounce on Ji Wenjin, crashing headfirst into his arms.
Cannon Fist!
The fist must not leave the heart.
Elbows should not leave the ribs.
With his left elbow blocking the fist, he used his right phoenix-eye hammer to fiercely stab Ji Wenjin's Tanzhong acupoint.
Ji Wenjin had no idea that Hong Jie suffered from a severe illness.
Before I could react, a piercing pain shot through my chest, as if my entire chest cavity had been ripped open by a boning knife, and air was stuck in my throat.
Severe pain and lack of oxygen.
Ji Wenjin groaned and instinctively tried to move away from Hong Jie.
However, it was too late.
Hong Jie clung to him like a leech.
The Cannon Fist is a close-quarters combat style that is like a bulldozer, domineering, fierce, and indestructible.
Ji Wen was near the center gate, exhausted, and his reaction time was even slower.
He retreated quickly, and Hong Jie reposted just as quickly.
No matter how he threw a punch, Hong Jie's cannon fist was already in his arms, an elbow and a punch, like a dragon leaping and a tiger biting, fighting to the death.
boom!
Ji Wenjin had nowhere to retreat and his back slammed hard against the fence.
Hong Jie's eyes turned cold, and his internal force penetrated into his fists and elbows.
Fire the first shot!
Taiyang Cannon!
Rolling cannon!
A punch followed by an elbow strike.
One elbow and one punch.
Every punch drew blood.
Elbow fracture.
KO!
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