Chapter 665: Sparring?
"Please tell me, senior."
Old Master Cheng said, "This is it. When we fight later, can you please show some mercy and not throw this old bone of mine off the stage?"
Fang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Senior, is this what you mean by unconditional favor?"
"What else?" Old Master Cheng said with a wry smile, "Your speed and strength are a few points stronger than mine at my peak. I know that I will definitely lose this competition today. I only hope that you can save some face for me so that it won't be too embarrassing."
Fang Ye nodded and said, "Okay, then I promise you."
"Thank you, young friend." Master Cheng waved to the referee, "Xiao Fu, you can announce the start of the competition."
If someone else had chatted for so long on the stage, he would have been given a red card warning long ago, but Master Cheng was highly respected in the martial arts world, so the referee did not rush him.
"The competition begins!"
After a gong sounded, the two sides bowed again. Fang Ye made the starting move of the Huo family boxing, while Master Cheng put his hands in front of him, as if holding a baby, which was the most famous moon-holding move in Baguazhang.
Xu Li watched and nodded secretly: "It seems that Fang Ye wants to compete with Mr. Cheng in boxing."
"He actually wants to rely on the Huo family boxing to win the Bagua Youlong Palm. Isn't that using his own weakness to attack the opponent's strength? Isn't Fang Ye too arrogant?" The eldest senior brother's face suddenly changed.
Huo Feng gave him a slap on the head: "You little brat, you actually dare to look down on the Huo family boxing that you learned. Do you believe that you will be punished by my family rules when you go back?"
The eldest senior brother covered his head and smiled bitterly: "Master, what I mean is that Fang Ye has not even learned the Huo family boxing yet. If he goes against the enemy like this, it will be disastrous!"
"Don't listen to those alarmist words. Fang Ye's strength is far above you and me. Since he dares to use the Huo family boxing against the enemy, he must have his reasons. You just sit and watch honestly."
"I know, Master..."
The eldest senior brother had to sit upright obediently and dared not say another word.
Kong Lan in the audience asked, "Brother, who do you think will win this match?"
Ling Jian said lazily, "Need I say more? They are obviously going to compete with fists and palms, so the winner must be Mr. Cheng."
"I think so too. If Fang Ye gives up using throwing techniques, his hope of defeating Mr. Cheng with the Huo family's boxing is really slim." Kong Lan nodded, "But nothing is absolute in the world, and there is a saying in our martial arts world that the weak are better than the strong. If Fang Ye can survive the first round of attacks, his chances of winning will be greatly increased."
"Who cares? It doesn't matter who wins or loses. In the end, they will all be defeated by me." Ling Jian sneered, "This year's number one in the world must be in my pocket!"
Just as he was busy setting the flag, the two sides on the stage finally moved. Fang Ye attacked with the half-baked Huo family boxing. Although his moves were not very sophisticated, the power contained in each punch was extremely amazing, and the speed of the moves was as fast as lightning!
Master Cheng was naturally a man who knew what he was doing. He did not rush to counterattack, but relied on the high mobility and offensive and defensive characteristics of the Eight Diagrams Dragon Palm to fight with the opponent. The two sides immediately fought evenly.
Of course, being evenly matched was only a surface phenomenon. Every time their fists and feet collided, Master Cheng would be suffocated by the opponent's strength. If Fang Ye had not deliberately restrained most of his strength, he would have ended up with broken bones!
The more Master Cheng fought, the more frightened he became, because Fang Ye's originally clumsy Huo family boxing had gradually become proficient. From this point of view, he seemed like a free sparring partner...
"Please tell me, senior."
Master Cheng said, "It's like this, when we fight later, can you show some mercy and not throw this old bone of mine off the stage?"
Fang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Senior, is this what you mean by unrequited favor?"
"What else?" Master Cheng smiled bitterly, "Your speed and strength are a few points stronger than mine at my peak. I know that I am doomed to lose this competition today. I only hope that you can give me some face so that it won't be too embarrassing."
Fang Ye nodded and said, "Okay, then I promise you."
"Thank you, young friend." Master Cheng waved to the referee, "Xiao Fu, you can announce the start of the competition."
If someone else had chatted for so long on the stage, he would have been given a red card warning long ago, but Master Cheng was highly respected in the martial arts world, so the referee did not rush him.
"The competition begins!"
After a gong sounded, the two sides bowed again. Fang Ye made the starting move of the Huo family boxing, while Master Cheng put his hands in front of him, as if holding a baby, which was the most famous moon-holding move in Baguazhang.
Xu Li watched and nodded secretly: "It seems that Fang Ye wants to compete with Mr. Cheng in boxing."
"He actually wants to rely on the Huo family boxing to win the Bagua Youlong Palm. Isn't that using his own weakness to attack the opponent's strength? Isn't Fang Ye too arrogant?" The eldest senior brother's face suddenly changed.
Huo Feng gave him a slap on the head: "You little brat, you actually dare to look down on the Huo family boxing that you learned. Do you believe that you will be punished by my family rules when you go back?"
The eldest senior brother covered his head and smiled bitterly: "Master, what I mean is that Fang Ye has not even learned the Huo family boxing yet. If he goes against the enemy like this, it will be disastrous!"
"Don't listen to those alarmist words. Fang Ye's strength is far above you and me. Since he dares to use the Huo family boxing against the enemy, he must have his reasons. You just sit and watch honestly."
"I know, Master..."
The eldest senior brother had to sit upright obediently and dared not say another word.
Kong Lan in the audience asked, "Brother, who do you think will win this match?"
Ling Jian said lazily, "Need I say more? They are obviously going to compete with fists and palms, so the winner must be Mr. Cheng."
"I think so too. If Fang Ye gives up using throwing techniques, his hope of defeating Mr. Cheng with the Huo family's boxing is really slim." Kong Lan nodded, "But nothing is absolute in the world, and there is a saying in our martial arts world that the weak are better than the strong. If Fang Ye can survive the first round of attacks, his chances of winning will be greatly increased."
"Who cares? It doesn't matter who wins or loses. In the end, they will all be defeated by me anyway." Ling Jian sneered, "This year's number one in the world will definitely be in my pocket, Ling Jian!"
Just as he was busy setting the flag, the two sides on the stage finally moved. Fang Ye launched an attack with the half-baked Huo family boxing. Although his moves were not very sophisticated, the power contained in each punch was extremely amazing, and his moves were as fast as lightning!
Old Master Cheng was a man who knew his stuff. He did not rush to fight back, but relied on the high mobility and offensive and defensive characteristics of the Eight Diagrams Dragon Palm to fight with the opponent. The two sides immediately fought evenly.
Of course, the evenness was only a surface phenomenon. Every time their fists and feet collided, Old Master Cheng would be suffocated by the opponent's strength. If Fang Ye had not deliberately restrained most of his strength later, I am afraid he would have ended up with a broken bone! The more Old Master Cheng fought,
the more frightened he became, because Fang Ye's originally clumsy Huo family boxing had gradually become proficient. From this point of view, he seemed like a free sparring partner...