Water Margin people

Chapter 1747 Fists and kicks
"How dare you hurt my brother!"

The others quickly helped the man who was knocked away and roared at Wu Song.

"He was just knocked flying, not killed! Why are you yelling?"

Wu Song glanced at those people and realized that he had not used his full strength, otherwise these people would not be roaring but crying.

"what!"

Another person rushed towards Wu Song, shouting.

Wu Song didn't even move. He just grabbed the man's hand with one hand, pulled it, and then bumped his shoulder, knocking the man back several steps and falling directly out of the ring.

There was an uproar among the onlookers. This time they could see clearly. They were all amazed at the monk's superb martial arts skills. He could knock a master out of the ring just by pulling and bumping.

"Be careful, brothers. That guy is very skilled in martial arts!"

The person who was knocked out of the ring first finally breathed a sigh of relief and spoke to the people surrounding him.

"We already know it even if you don't tell us now!"

The three men said unhappily that the fact that he could speak proved that his injury was not serious.

This time, they all calmed down and re-examined the monk in front of them.

"Second brother, this monk is very good at punching and kicking. You are the best among us, go and try him out!"

The oldest one spoke.

"it is good!"

A sturdy man with a white face and no beard came directly onto the stage.

"I am the eighth successor of the Lingnan Zhang family's Flying Tiger Fist, Zhang Feihu!"

Zhang Feihu clasped his fists and began to introduce himself. He knew that the monk in front of him was very skilled in martial arts and wanted to see where he came from.

"Wu Er!"

Wu Song smiled and said.

Zhang Feihu's face turned cold. The other party just reported a name that he didn't know whether it was true or not. He didn't even report his master or where he came from. It was obvious that he didn't take him seriously.

Zhang Feihu was furious and got into an offensive stance, ready to attack.

Wu Song looked at it but didn't care and just stood there casually.

This angered Zhang Feihu even more. Before a duel, they had to assume stances, and each school had its own different stances.

"Well, you monk, I'll let you know how powerful I, Zhang Feihu, am!"

Zhang Feihu stepped forward quickly and punched Wu Song in the face. However, the damage caused by boxing is limited after all. If he wants to defeat the enemy quickly, he must hit the opponent's head and make it a fatal blow.

Wu Song then took action to resist, and with a single hand he deflected Zhang Feihu's punch.

Zhang Feihu knew that this punch might not win, so he used his other hand to throw an uppercut at Wu Song's chin.

If this punch hits the jawbone, it will fracture, and the severe pain will cause the brain to shut down on the spot.

Wu Song did not step back to dodge, but instead slapped Zhang Feihu's fist with one hand.

Zhang Feihu felt as if his fist had hit a boulder and could not move any further.

Zhang Feihu quickly took a step back, trying to avoid Wu Song's attack, but Wu Song did not attack, he just stood there.

Zhang Feihu didn't think twice and punched forward again.

"Why does this guy's boxing style look so much like a turtle's fist?"

Sun Lei was amused as he watched the battle. Zhang Feihu only had a few moves: straight punch, uppercut, smash punch, swing punch! He didn't even have a single change in his moves. He just used whatever he could think of.

"This is a boxing style created by the people. The moves are not complete, and there is no systematic organization. It is just based on actual combat. You know what, this person's reaction is fast enough. His boxing power may be strong. He must be a good fighter among the people!"

Lu Zhishen said that although Zhang Feihu's boxing skills were average, he still had some ability. If he could learn superior boxing skills, his martial arts could be taken to a higher level.

"This guy's name is not good. He is called Feihu when fighting Erlang. But he doesn't know that Erlang is best at fighting tigers!"

Lin Chong said with a smile. Wu Song and Zhang Feihu had fought for more than ten rounds, and he was not ready to continue. He seized an opportunity and punched Zhang Feihu in the chest, knocking him off the ring.

The other people quickly helped Zhang Feihu up. Zhang Feihu coughed violently a few times and waved his hands to indicate that he was fine.

"We admit defeat!"

The people from Lingnan no longer had the idea of ​​challenging again. Although Zhang Feihu and the monk Wu Er had fought for more than a dozen rounds, Wu Er had not moved a single step from beginning to end. His martial arts were so far superior to theirs that it would be a waste if they continued to fight.

"Team A10 wins!"

The MC immediately announced that the top 10 brand had moved up one level on the battle list.

"You have decent talent, but your moves are too poor. Although your self-created martial arts are good, not everyone can create first-rate martial arts. You should go out more often and try them out!"

Wu Song looked at the people from Lingnan and spoke. He saw that these people were all using folk tricks. Although there were masters among the people, not everyone could research superior martial arts. Only famous masters could truly pass down their skills and stand the test from ancient times to the present.

"Humph, you look down on our self-created martial arts! One day I will defeat you famous sects."

One of them glared at Wu Song and roared in anger.

"I don't look down on you for creating your own martial arts, but martial arts is not just playing house. If you just rely on your own creation, you will never achieve anything great!"

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Wu Song left after saying this.

The five brothers looked at each other, seemed to understand something, and supported each other to go aside to rest.

"Ji Lang, good job!"

Lu Zhishen gave Wu Song a thumbs up and smiled.

"Master, please forgive me for making a fool of myself!"

Wu Song smiled. He just thought those people were working hard, so he said a few more words.

Next came the competition between other teams, which was not very interesting either. Sun Lei just looked around.

"Brother, did you find anything?"

Hua Rong had been following Sun Lei and asked curiously.

"It's a bit strange. Everything is so well prepared, why didn't you invite a doctor to prepare medicine for traumatic injuries?"

Sun Lei said that this Heroes Conference was well organized, but those who were injured and stepped down did not receive proper treatment, which was obviously not right.

"Didn't you expect this?"

Hua Rong said.

"Impossible. This is a Heroes' Conference. Everyone knows that they are here to compete. Fists and feet have no eyes. It is normal to get injured. How could they not prepare medicine for injuries?"

Sun Lei shook his head. Even the boatman knew that there was a martial arts competition and fighting on the boat. How could the organizer not know that?

"Also, did you notice that none of the so-called big sects, Beggars' Sect, and merchants showed up? The Beggars' Sect members disappeared right after the start. How could the world's largest gang not care about the position of leader of the martial arts world?"

Sun Lei said.

"This is really unreasonable. I haven't even seen a beggar on stage."

Hua Rong then realized the problem, because the competition was so exciting that he almost forgot about the people from the Beggars' Sect.

"Brother, there is a problem on this ship!"

Hua Rong immediately had a guess.

"Let's go check out the cabin!"

Sun Lei nodded and took Hua Rong to the cabin.

"No entry allowed!"

Two Beggar Gang disciples blocked the cabin door and said.

"We just want to take a rest, but that's not possible? Look, it's getting late, and the wind is blowing. We are injured and can't stay on the deck!"

Sun Lei said pretending to be hurt.