Age: My Small World

Chapter 200: Hung Fist
Yang Jun continued his attack silently, ignoring the bald man's words.

He must take this man down as soon as possible.

"You're from the Qi family, the way of Tongbeiquan?"

Seeing that Yang Jun didn't answer, the robber leader lost interest.

The next moment, the bald man suddenly let go of the hunting rifle in his hand, tightened his wrist, and his muscles turned into steel, breaking free from the restraints.

Yang Jun posed a considerable threat to him. If he continued to fight the enemy with one hand holding the gun, he probably would not be able to win, so he had to throw away the gun.

"Dashan, grab the gun!" Yang Jun warned instantly.

He didn't forget Mi Shan and Mi Liang just now, but he didn't let them be cannon fodder. Instead, he cooperated with them to get the gun.

Mi Shan had been waiting on the side for a long time. When he heard it, he immediately came out from a certain position.

Similarly, someone around the bald man rushed towards the gun.

None of these affected the competition between the two.

The entrance of the bus had become their battlefield. Even the third brother and the driver had struggled to the passenger seat, as if to make room.

After setting up a hard bridge and a hard horse, Yang Jun knew that this man's style must also come from the north.

Most of the bold and aggressive boxing styles originated in the north, such as Tongbeiquan, Luohanquan, Hongquan, Liuhequan, etc.

The south is famous for its pictographic boxing, which is mostly a small style. It is of the same origin as the northern boxing, but has its own unique style.

The basic characteristics of Southern Fist are tight gates, compact movements, clever techniques and a low center of gravity, reflecting the fighting characteristics of using the small to defeat the big, using the clever to defeat the clumsy, using the many to defeat the few, and using the fast to defeat the slow.

This is mainly due to the fact that the south is hot and humid, and most people are relatively thin. Using this kind of boxing style can make up for their own shortcomings in strength and body shape, and reach a level comparable to that of big guys.

An inch shorter means an inch more danger. Concentrating strength on one point may be another level of martial arts.

Among them, the most famous ones are Choy Li Fot, Mantis Boxing, Pak Eyebrow Boxing, etc.

Later, Wing Chun emerged and became one of the representatives.

Go to the field.

Yang Jun had no intention of probing too much. He used his fists to transform into legs, and replaced the Tongbei Fist with Tan Legs, determined to overwhelm his opponent with force.

"Come again!" The bald man was angry and punched Yang Jun directly at the foot.

"Oh!"

They both backed away from each other, hitting the window.

"His strength seems to be different."

Yang Jun dared to say that his strength had reached the level of a boxing champion. Although this bald man was strong, it was not that exaggerated. It should be because of the different strength he used.

It is not a division between obvious force and hidden force, but the internal martial arts have their own unique ways of using force to maximize power.

For example, Yang Jun, when he uses Tongbeiquan, he can also adjust his strength.

But Tan's leg technique was lacking this one step, and Mr. Hu had not learned how to use the force.

Even so, the bald man retreated much further than him and hit the door directly.

And Yang Jun was just leaning against the window.

I'll kill you while you're sick!

Without giving the bald man time to react, Yang Jun grabbed the guardrail pillar beside him, then stood up and kicked straight at the robber's face.

"Ha!" A shout came from the bald man's mouth, and he crossed his hands to block the kick.

"Bang!" Unfortunately, the door was also kicked open.

"Brother!" The two younger brothers who were guarding outside ran over.

"Kill him!" The bald man wanted to snatch the knife from his younger brother, but Yang Jun didn't give him a chance.

He flew down and out of the car, continuing to chase and attack the bald man, not giving him time to react, so he could only defend passively.

Yang Jun's attack lasted a long time, and his footsteps couldn't help but slow down for a moment. "I didn't expect to meet a martial artist like you here. My luck is really bad."

The bald man took the opportunity to catch his breath and then said something.

The next moment, after taking a kick from Yang Jun, he took a few steps back and kept some distance.

But this also happened to be away from the car.

The bald man didn't care about these things, nor did he care about the younger brothers who came into the car to support him. There was a fierce light in his eyes, and he looked at Yang Jun with such a fierce look that he wanted to beat him to death.

His condition has changed, and the movements of his hands resemble Hung Fist.

"Don't you know that villains die because they talk too much?" Yang Jun thought to himself and rushed forward again.

In fact, he could now secretly take out the box gun and shoot the bald man to death, but it would be difficult to explain it afterwards. He might have to hand in the gun, so there was no need to do so.

He felt that he could deal with this bald guy.

As for the car, he didn't need to worry, because before jumping out of the car, he saw Mi Shan had already grabbed the hunting rifle.

But why is there no sound?
Mi Shan looked at the hunting rifle in his hand, and saw the empty space where the trigger was, and he couldn't help but fall silent.

He was robbing a gun together with a robber, and he got the gun, while the robber also pulled the trigger.

So the car fell into a melee, with a group of people surrounding four people and beating them, and the four people outside had to get support.

Eight robbers were quite a lot. There were only about twenty passengers in the car, and few of them were strong fighters, so the battle was quite difficult.

No matter how difficult it is, there is strength in numbers.

After another while, with the sound of groaning, the car returned to calm.

"Damn it, you still want to rob us? You're tired of living!"

The driver covered his arm and spoke viciously.

He was seriously injured. He had fought a bloody battle with the third guy. His flesh was chopped out and there was blood all over his body.

The third brother was even more miserable, having fallen in a pool of blood.

"There are comrades who need help!" Quan Jinhua pointed to a place a few dozen meters away from the car where two people were fighting each other, almost hitting each other with every punch.

Yang Jun didn't expect to meet an authentic Hung Gar successor here, who was also a robber.

There are two types of Hung Gar: Southern Hung Gar and Northern Hung Gar. Southern Hung Gar is the most famous, and its representative figure is the famous Wong Fei Hung.

The various disciples of Hung Gar have been passing down the martial arts continuously, allowing Hung Gar to flourish and gain the reputation of being one of the five major boxing styles in the south.

When it comes to Northern Hung Gar, few people know about it.

Perhaps the reason for its loneliness is related to the choices made by its disciples. They all work as robbers, so how can they practice martial arts seriously?

Of course, the authentic inheritance has always existed, mainly passed down in the form of Twelve Forms Boxing and Xinyi Liuhe Quan.

The bald man was currently using the tiger form of the Twelve Forms Boxing. His posture of a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey was extremely exaggerated, as if he had really turned into a tiger to eat people.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably not be able to easily catch his tiger claws.

Yang Jun used a Tongtian Fist to attack Huanglong directly, breaking his fist with his own.

"puff!"

The tiger claw did hit Yang Jun, but his fist also landed on the bald man.

The two of them almost injured the enemy a thousand times and lost eight hundred of their own.

The reason why Yang Jun took this risky move was that he was confident that he could defeat him without suffering too serious injuries.

A claw was about to hit his chest, but he dodged it, and it hit his shoulder instead, dislocating his shoulder.

The bald man was knocked more than a meter away by his punch. He was now sitting on the ground vomiting acid and couldn't get up for a while.

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