Age: My Small World

Chapter 225 Spinning Fist

"Good boy, you didn't leave."

Mr. Hu took a glance at the battlefield between the two and instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I wanted to talk to Yang Jun, the reality was not the time to speak.

Du Quan's support just now made Mr. Hu a little flustered when facing the attack of four people.

Now at least it has slowed down.

"Master, leave this old man to me. Please send the other four away and come back to help."

Mr. Hu's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this. This kid really believed him.

But he was somewhat confident.

They all came from the same school, and he also knew the essence of Tan Leg, so he naturally knew the changes in the routines of these four people.

What's more, the four people's more than ten years of kung fu is not as good as his decades of hard training.

Whether it is Tongbeiquan or Tantui, both are more than one step ahead. The combination of the two is more than just one plus one.

As Mr. Hu Baye exerted his strength, the four people felt increased pressure and their faces became serious.

While they were busy over there, Yang Jun didn't stop either.

He had practiced boxing and kicking for too short a time, and Tongbeiquan, Tan legs, and martial arts were all no match for Du Quan.

After all, Du Quan has practiced Tan Legs for decades, and has used them frequently in recent years. In fights and competitions, his moves have been completely integrated into his body's reactions and have become even more brutal and swift. If you want to defeat him, you have to be faster and use more powerful moves.

It was Yang Jun who had been continuously using spiritual water to transform himself, which gave him his current strong physical fitness. He was able to barely withstand Du Quan's attack. If it were someone else, he would probably be lying on the ground by now.

Du Quan became more and more frightened as the fight went on. The young man in front of him was clearly only about fifteen or sixteen years old. How could he have such powerful skills?
An ordinary person would probably need to practice for ten years to reach his level.

He was sure that Yang Jun had not been practicing martial arts since he was a child, because he could occasionally see some unfamiliar movements in him, indicating that this person had only recently become Hu Yaozu's disciple.

What a pity.

"Young man, this is a feud between me and your master. You don't need to get involved, and I won't do anything to you."

Perhaps because he admired someone with talent, Du Quan withdrew a little and continued, "If you're willing, I can also take you in as my apprentice."

"I can see that this old fellow clearly can't teach you how to use the power of the Tan Leg. As a result, although your legs are strong, you have no room to display them, wasting your energy in vain. If you accept me as your master, I will teach you the Tan Leg without reservation. I will never break my promise."

When Yang Jun heard that he knew how to use the power of Tan Leg, he was very excited. However, when he heard that he wanted to become his disciple, he shook his head firmly.

If Du Quan hadn't insisted on killing Mr. Hu, perhaps he could have reluctantly accepted another half-master, but now it should be impossible.

"Old man, if you can let go of your hatred for my master, I can still become your disciple."

He tried to say something, but was met with a disappointed look from Du Quan.

"It seems you are determined."

"Forget it, there are so many geniuses in this world, I will meet the next one sooner or later."

Du Quan had no children, so he wanted to pass on his skills and influence, which was why he taught his subordinate Tan Legs.

Unfortunately, among so many people, there is not a single successful one.

Even the eight shopkeepers were only about on par with Yang Jun in terms of skills.

You can imagine how strong his level is now. He can at least be on par with good players.

He was barely able to hold Du Quan back, relying on his physical fitness, but he definitely couldn't win in a fight.

The two of them were chatting back and forth, and the atmosphere was just as lively as on the other side.

As the fight went on and Du Quan figured out Yang Jun's confidence, he gradually stopped taking him seriously.

However, his slight relaxation gave Yang Jun an opportunity.

His eyes lit up and he seized this hard-earned opportunity.

Yang Jun punched Du Quan in the chest, like a black tiger ripping out his heart.

The moves were ordinary, but the speed was extremely fast. Du Quan did not dare to underestimate it and kicked it with two consecutive kicks.

His kicking skills are very experienced and his timing is very good.

However, he didn't expect that Yang Jun was just feinting, and his fist was suddenly retracted when it was only a fist away from his feet.

Generally speaking, those who attack with all their strength and then withdraw will often reveal their own flaws and give others opportunities.

But Yang Jun pulled back even faster.

Du Quan was stunned, thinking that he was going to retreat, and quickly chased after him.

When fighting, the most taboo thing is to give people time to recover their strength.

At this moment, the figure in front suddenly stopped, then turned his fist into a sword, turned around again, and swung it straight towards Du Quan with the force of breaking the army.

"Huh! What a great move, the Swallow Returns."

Du Quan was not intimidated.

If this move was used by Mr. Hu, he would definitely fight back with all his strength.

But his opponent now is Yang Jun, and the moves he uses are quite immature.

No matter how many times you practice in the small world, it is not as good as one actual combat.

"call……"

Du Quan took a deep breath and exhaled again.

He began to draw circles with his feet, like Tai Chi.

In fact, this was Tan's method of using the opponent's force to counterattack. He wanted to take Yang Jun's move head-on and take the opportunity to counterattack.

Yang Jun also saw it and felt helpless. He was now using this spinning knife move with his hand instead of a knife, but he could not retract it. After all, the hand was not a knife after all, and if he retracted it, the power of Tongbeiquan might hurt himself.

That's right, he has used special techniques in order to increase his strength.

"Oh!"

A knife in hand and a foot collided, and a muffled sound was heard.

It sounded like weapons vibrating, or like the sound of drums.

"You have great strength, but it's a bit rigid. Let me teach you how to use the power of Tan Leg."

He said he was teaching, but in fact he didn't say a single unnecessary word.

In a trance, Yang Jun noticed that there seemed to be a hint of pain in the eyes of Du Quan opposite him.

He gritted his teeth and kicked out again, not giving Yang Jun a chance to react.

Without time to think, Yang Jun just crossed his hands in front of him for defense, and then took a big step back.

“This is the real Tan Leg.”

Du Quan is quite proud.

When Du Sheng taught him, he really did not hold back at all, and the inheritance of Tan Leg happened to be passed down.

As for Mr. Hu, he kept a trick up his sleeve.

Yang Jun was about to continue to fight when an old voice sounded behind him: "You are not his match yet, leave it to me."

It’s Mr. Hu, he has already taken care of it.

Yang Jun looked behind him and saw four people lying on the side with bruised faces and noses, without even the strength to stand up.

"Master, you finished so quickly, and didn't even leave some for me to practice on."

He really wanted to have a sparring match with a shopkeeper, after all, his strength was similar to theirs.

Mr. Hu glared at him and said, "Now is not the time to practice martial arts. I'll find you an opponent when we get back. Now let's solve this problem first."

After saying that, he looked at Du Quan.
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