Being the King of Dharma in Ultra World

Chapter 589 Chinese Kung Fu
After a brief report, Yan Yuan found Zhen Zhong Jian Wu and said to the captain Chen Mi Cheng

"Captain, let Team Member Shinaka accompany me around during this time so that he can get familiar with our work and do some simple training at the same time."

The captain said there was no problem with this application.

After all, the Elite Victory Team is a combat force. As a member of a combat force, it would be strange if they had no combat effectiveness.

Even Sheng Zhang, who was a developer, had certain combat abilities, but Zhen Zhong Jian Wu really had none of that.

It would be a good thing to let Yan Yuan, the veteran, lead the training. Before, I wanted to let Jingjian Yuming lead Zhenzhong Kengo, but later I found that Jingjian Yuming was indeed not suitable.

It would be best if Yan Yuan came to take it away.

Compared to Yan Yuan, Zhen Zhongjianwu's physical condition can be said to be in the best condition possible.

The next day, Yan Yuan took him to a fighting gym in the city. There were all kinds of training there. Yan Yuan asked Zhen Zhong Kengo to practice boxing with the boxing coach first, and then he did some basic physical training on the side.

Originally Yan Yuan wanted to keep a low profile, but in a place like this, especially for someone like Yan Yuan, it is most difficult to keep a low profile.

Yan Yuan was still practicing, so the topic naturally shifted to Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan wore loose clothes when exercising, which just allowed him to see some muscles with clear contours and distinct lines.

But compared to the bunch of bronzed men around him, Yan Yuan is just too pretty.

So people started betting that the muscles under Yan Yuan's body were gained by eating protein powder.

In reality, of course it is possible, but building muscle by eating protein powder is a false proposition in itself.

Everyone present was a professional, so they would naturally be fooled by such words. However, if we were really made to feel that Yan Yuan's muscles were useless, we would probably believe it.

So slowly no one came down and asked

"Friend, what are you practicing?"

Yan Yuan: "Chinese Kung Fu."

After hearing those words, the other party was "full of respect", which actually meant he agreed with them.

"Chinese Kung Fu? Is that the kind of Kung Fu that Jackie Chan has?"

It is understandable why he took it so seriously, after all, Lin Qiu himself was talking nonsense.

What I know is quite limited, and if I want to beat someone with special abilities, I can use some weird postures.

I have always been against the grain. Arguing about which Kung Fu is more powerful is just some people trying to belittle themselves. All the fighting skills that are famous in the world are very comprehensive, and it is difficult to say which one is inferior and which one is superior.

But there is no high or low among people.

That is the vague truth that the last one is the biggest, but the one with the least people is the one that is dealt with.

"It's the kind of thing that Jackie Chan does, or the kind that martial arts novels do."

"One slap in the face can send someone to hell."

When this person heard Yan Yuan say that, he immediately turned around, fearing that he would ruin the atmosphere by laughing out loud.

Yan Yuan knew that kind of situation, and the people above should go down to the ring to fight.

I also want to fight in the ring. That way, I can stimulate Shinchu Kengo. Now I have made up my mind to practice fighting, right?
I really hate that kind of traditional plot!

However, the other party smiled and left. . .

And it was Yan Yuan who made the distinction, so Yan Yuan was classified into the area of ​​more than seven years in the middle school, and his face was full of disgust when he chatted with people.

Lin Qiu: ヽ（＿；)ノ

In the real world, is there anyone so petty and aggressive that he would fight off anyone he catches?

Just talk and laugh and let it pass, that's the normal state.

Yan Yuan had no choice but to spread his hands and continue to practice the basics. Xiaojia paid attention to me as always, but the topic changed to something like this.

"Poor child, the poison was only mildly reported by the elder."

"Yeah, your neighbor's kid thinks every day that he can travel to another world to be a hero and slay dragons with a sword. Recently, he has been holding a broken wooden stick outside the house every day and says he is practicing swordsmanship. My kid is going crazy."

The people around nodded one after another: "It's really scary to be in the middle school for more than seven years."

Yan Yuan: “…”

As expected, in the past, if you wanted to show off, you had to choose a topic that was a little more reasonable.

For example, the seventh degree in judo, something that adults can understand a little bit.

"actually."

Yan Yuan turned to look at the handsome man who was punching the sandbag next to him, trying to save some face.
"You are Ultraman."

The handsome man glanced at me, then punched the sandbag hard with a "bang".

Lin Qiu: "..."

"If you believe it, then believe it. What's the big deal about hitting someone with a sandbag to scare them?"

After a while, the sweaty coach came over and said to Yan Yuan

"Has this brother really practiced everything?"

Yan Yuan nodded: "I am a botanist, and fighting skills used to be a compulsory course."

Coach: "But I broke the stake with one punch! Is he sure that's something a botanist shouldn't do?"

Yan Yuan: “?”

Following the coach, Yan Yuan saw a group of people surrounding the broken wooden stake and pointing and talking.

Yan Yuan looked at the coach: "After boxing, do they usually hit the sandbags? Why are they on the track with the wooden stakes?"

Special fighting gyms will have wooden stakes. Wooden stakes are mainly used by most people to train karate. They are called wooden stakes, but they are actually a relatively thick wooden board with circles of hemp rope tied inside. People who train karate will stand in a horse stance and hit the wooden stakes alternately with their right and left hands.

Because the force in that posture is very weak, and whether there is enough protective gear or not, the kid will fight desperately, so there is basically a possibility of breaking the wooden stake.

However, Zhen Zhongjianwu interrupted.

When Yan Yuan came down, he saw the remains of the wooden stakes.

"Jianwu, your move caught you off guard."

Kengo Manaka: "Just follow what the coach says..."

Yan Yuan: "It's necessary to explain. He is the type with relatively no talent."

The coach on the side: "?" That's the one with no talent? What's the other person's name? What's the other person's name?
Yan Yuan glanced at the coach and said, "Just let him teach me the basics of fighting. I don't need to teach you the physical skills."

After saying that, Yan Yuan took out some money from his pocket and handed it to the coach as compensation for the wooden stake.

Before Yan Yuan left, the coach said to Zhen Zhong Jian Wu
"Does he want to play professionally?"

. . .

Yan Yuan only paid attention to the things here for a while, but he cared about them before.

Kengo Shinchu was transformed from Triga, he is not ordinary at all but rather talentless and strange.

And the reason why he brought me here was to let me learn some fighting basics, such as how to hold the stance during a fight and how to punch in order to exert the power of the body. Without those as a foundation, I would have been nervous when Lin Qiu taught me some more basic things.

However, just as Yan Yuan was about to continue his basic training, the handsome man who was punching the sandbag suddenly spoke up.

“Does he really know Chinese Kung Fu?”

Yan Yuan: “?”

Handsome Man: "If his friend has learned the legendary internal energy, how could he break the wooden stake with one punch? You have tried this thing, it's very hard!"

Yan Yuan: "This is Chinese Kung Fu, the power of Ultraman."

Beautiful man: "Does he think you are stupid and easy to deceive?"

Yan Yuan spread his hands. Sometimes the truth is so magical, but it’s a pity that some people believe it.

(End of this chapter)