Chapter 122 The sheathed knife Hong Sheng swallowed a breath of cold air, his chest suddenly bulged, and white smoke billowed out from his body.
He made a mistake, grabbed Yin Xiu's elbow with one hand, and supported his waist with the other hand. He used the 72 grappling hand to knock Yin Xiu over his head.
Yin Xiu didn't fight with him, and allowed a huge force to make her fly into the air and turn upside down.
In the air, just as it was about to fly over Hong Sheng's head, Yin Xiu struck out with both palms and slapped the opponent's temple violently.
Hong Sheng's eyes were splitting, and he also raised his hands up. Just when he was about to attack, Yin Xiu turned her palms into claws, grabbed Hong Sheng's arm and twisted her body.
Seeing that he was about to be grabbed from behind, Hong Sheng didn't have time to turn around, and he made a direct bow, and his fists were as fast as raindrops, hitting Yin Xiu who landed on the ground.
The two sides were facing each other, with one standing and the other arching, punching back and forth, and it was a stalemate.
It wasn't until Yin Xiu made a low sweep that forced Hong Sheng to turn around and move away to dodge, that the fierce confrontation came to an end.
There were bursts of smoke rising from the heads and shoulders of both sides, which was evaporated from the sweat on their bodies.
Hong Sheng sneered, "Yin Xiu, didn't you say you wanted to buy what I won?"
Yin Xiu shook his shoulders, and the clothes on his body moved automatically, obviously releasing some of his strength.
"Yes, your odds are higher, Prince Brother. If you say now that you are afraid that you won't be able to beat me, I will surrender and step off the stage. I will take the money, I will be named, and everyone will be satisfied."
Upon hearing this, Hong Sheng's eyes widened and a cold light shot out from his eyes.
"I'm going to attack you! Of course you will go down, but you will go down lying down!"
With a loud shout, Hong Sheng kicked his foot, bringing up a string of afterimages on the ring, and struck down from high, like a battle ax, slamming into Yin Xiu's head.
Yin Xiu raised her hand to block, moved, and turned her body again to release the power of the blow. She rushed into Hong Sheng's arms and stretched her hands forward to press Hong Sheng's eyes.
"Huh, it's very dangerous. The prince has two brushes. He understands the pass and counterattacks head on. Otherwise, if the emperor succeeds, I will be sick for a while when I see salted eggs in the future."
Thirteen patted his chest and looked at Fourth Master Jin.
"Master Jin, your men are really full of talents. That boxer called the Emperor can be called a great boxer even in the north, right?"
Fourth Master Jin didn't take it seriously, "Don't think that the boxers from the north are as great as they used to be. Many of them have come to Hong Kong and Kowloon to earn a living. There are several in our first-class boxing ring who are descendants of ancient boxing techniques from the north."
After a pause, he shook his head and sighed: "Today is different from the past, so what if the big boxers are either working as bodyguards for rich people, or they are robbing families and working as low-end mules. Where else can I have a ring for them to fight? Besides, I am here." , that kid from the emperor is not counted as one of my people?"
"Huh?" Thirteen raised her beautiful eyebrows, "Does he still dare to rebel against you?"
"Hmph." Fourth Master Jin squeezed out a stream of cold air from his nostrils, "What is he afraid of? Now that he has done this, when this boxing match is over, he may tear apart all my old bones. .”
Thirteen shook his head and smiled: "In order to tear your bones apart, regardless of whether others agree or not, he must first pass the crown prince victory. I can see that his martial arts have improved a lot compared to ten years ago. .
In addition to the Hong Quan and 72-way grapples that I have been practicing for a long time, my posture also has a bit of the ruthlessness and weirdness of Nanyang martial arts. "
Fourth Master Jin nodded, deeply convinced.
Hong Sheng was originally like an unsheathed sword, capable of hurting others as well as himself. Such people lived vigorously and died vigorously, and the only outcome was a brutal death.
The character is the same, the kung fu is the same, or even more so.
Hong Sheng's punches and kicks were all driven forward with an indomitable momentum, never leaving any way for him to retreat, but forcing both of them towards the cliff, the blind corner, and the knife-edge fire pit to see who could survive.
With such a temperament and tactics, there was not much chance of winning against Bagua 64, which was both strong and soft.
But after ten years, Hong Sheng's temper like an ox or a tiger also changed, and it took not a short time for his sword to be sword becomes more powerful and powerful with the sheath.
In this way, Fourth Master Jin felt that the prince had a six-point chance of winning this game. Even if he faced him, he would not be at a disadvantage in a hundred rounds.
Those people outside don't understand. They only watched a few games. The emperor was more powerful and the fighting scenes were exciting, so they thought the emperor was stronger, which is ridiculous.
As for why Mr. Jin asked people to offer such odds, it's just because appreciation of martial arts and making money are two different things.
Kowloon Boxing Ring does not bet against gamblers. Most of the time it just makes money by manipulating odds.
Therefore, even if he believed that Hong Sheng was stronger, he was still willing to offer such a handicap to build momentum for the emperor, just because the gamblers were willing and believed in the illusion they saw with their own eyes.
He chewed on his pipe, his eyes fixed on the boxing ring, but half of his mind was elsewhere.
After all, whether the outcome of this boxing match is important or not, what happens after the boxing match may be even more critical to him.
Uncle Ming and Liu Banxian stood in the corner of the auditorium. Although they were nervous about the situation on the field, they also had other thoughts in their hearts.
"Old Liu, tell me, you decided to come to the game after you woke up in the morning, right?"
Uncle Ming took a puff of cigarette and frowned.
"Yes."
Liu Banxian looked solemn, "I remember you said the same thing, otherwise the two of us wouldn't have met under the ring."
"Then do you still remember what hexagram you got?"
"Of course, I have a photographic memory, exactly..."
Uncle Ming raised his hand to signal him not to say anything, and then took out a black turtle shell and a few copper coins from his pajamas pocket.
"I'm usually more accustomed to using the Plum Blossom Array for divination, and I haven't done much research on turtle divination, but I can make accurate predictions once I'm inspired. How about..."
"I understand what you mean."
Liu Banxian also took out a turtle shell from his pocket, the same size as the one in Uncle Ming's hand.
There is just a sapphire embedded in the center of the turtle shell, and a circle of emeralds around it. It sparkles under the light. It looks more like a work of art or jewelry than a divination instrument.
Uncle Ming coughed twice, "It's a lot of money, right?"
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive. No matter how much it costs, it's just a tool after all. The most important thing is that it's easy to use."
The two looked at each other, nodded to each other, then each put the copper coins in their hands into the tortoise shells, and began to mutter something about divination.
After chanting for a while, the two of them poured the copper coins from the tortoise shell into their hands at the same time and began to count.
For a long time, the two people stretched out their palms, and several copper coins were arranged on their palms in an indescribable formation, exactly the same.
The two looked at each other again, both with solemn expressions.
"The hurdle is the water hexagram. There are many difficulties. Survive in danger."
(End of this chapter)