I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 66 Asking for advice
Three days later, in Pattaya Chinatown, Feng’s Martial Arts School.

"Master Feng, please give me some advice." Lin Xi spread his hands politely.

Master Feng, who was wearing a loose martial arts uniform, smiled helplessly and said, "Mr. Lin, please don't make fun of me. I am just an ordinary martial artist. How can I fight with a fighter?"

Um...something awkward happened.

Lin Xi had to admit that he had gained a lot of benefits by establishing his authority and had cleared out Chinatown, but the problem was that when he wanted to learn new skills through fighting to increase his points and see if he could save some energy, his opponent had no intention of being abused.

I look like a vicious person, saying, "Let you do whatever you want to me, and I won't fight back."

"How about this, I'll pay to go to your martial arts gym and learn your boxing skills?" He sighed and compromised.

Master Feng was the most famous martial artist in Chinatown before he arrived. It was said that Master Feng had fought with fighters in his prime, but was injured in war when he was young. After his qi and blood declined, he had no chance of becoming a fighter, but he was quite experienced.

"Why bother?" Master Feng rolled up his sleeves and said, "Mr. Lin, if you want to learn something, just tell me and I will teach you everything I know."

"What are you teaching? I want to learn everything." Lin Xi also gave a straightforward answer.

Master Feng's face froze. Being over sixty years old, he was able to control his emotions well. He quickly and naturally introduced, "I learned Chuanhuaquan when I was young. When I was over ten years old, I joined the army with my father to serve the country. I learned six kinds of boxing in the Weiwu Camp: Liuhequan, Mizongquan, Xingyiquan, Baguazhang, Taijiquan, and Tongbiquan..."

Judging from the timeline, he should have been injured in the war for the sake of justice and did not become a fighter. Although there is not much mention about how he learned various martial arts and why he came to Chinatown in Pattaya, Thailand to retire, a little thought can make it happen that in the 1930s, when he was in his teens, his family joined the army to serve the country, leaving him with injuries and a ruined future. He left his hometown alone in his prime, and made a living by teaching boxing in his old age...

"My Feng-style flower boxing was passed down from Gan Fengchi of the Qing Dynasty. It emphasizes that the moves are like a hundred flowers blooming, dazzling people..." Talking about boxing, some spirit appeared on Master Feng's old face. He stretched his arms, broke down the movements, and slowly performed a whole set of boxing.

The moves of Huaquan are complicated, real and fake. There are 88 words of free-hand fighting, grappling methods, kicks, postures, and postures of short-fighting and wrestling. It took more than two hours to explain the whole set. The elderly Master Feng was already out of breath. Finally, he sat back in the chair and gestured with his hands.

Lin Xi's talent was actually quite good. After memorizing the Eagle Claw technique once, he could perform a complete set in three or four attempts under the guidance of others. However, it still took him more than an hour to complete a complete set of the Flower Fist.

[Flower Fist: Not Yet Started]

Master Feng watched him finish a set of flower boxing and couldn't help but sigh: "I started learning martial arts at the age of eight, and learned the complete set of flower boxing at the age of ten. It took me a full six months to be able to perform a complete set. Mr. Lin is extremely talented."

No, just enough hanging open.

Lin Xi complained silently in his heart and said, "Thank you, Master Feng. I'll come again for advice tomorrow." After that, he ignored the looks from the disciples in the martial arts hall who were looking at him as a monster and turned to leave.

The reason why he didn't leave any money or had a better attitude was because he didn't want to have too much connection with Master Feng. After General Sucha died, he could run away, but Feng's Martial Arts School couldn't.

For the next week, Lin Xi visited every day and learned the other six types of boxing one by one. He learned faster and faster. Many boxing principles were common. The more he learned, the faster he learned. The faster he learned, the less he had to learn. Therefore, the more he learned, the less he had to learn.

On the last day, he came to the martial arts hall late at night and climbed into the backyard. Before he went upstairs, Master Feng in the bedroom was dressed neatly and turned on the light. He said in a serious tone, "Mr. Lin, what's the matter with your late-night visit?"

Lin Xi smiled, pushed off the ground and stood up. With a little leverage on the handrail of the stairs, she came to the side of Master Feng and reached out to him.

"Pa!" The lights were turned off, and the two men fought in the darkness. As soon as Master Feng exerted force, he realized that the opponent did not use his energy, so he was naturally not a bad guest. He suppressed the desperate moves in his mind and started fighting in an orderly manner.

Start with flower punches, then perform one or two other boxing techniques, and finally return to flower punches.

Even though they had only been sparring for a few minutes, Master Feng was still panting. Lin Xi had tried his best to control his strength to accommodate him, but the old master was too stubborn and was unwilling to relax even though he was trying his best.

This is no longer a question of skill. The fact that a young man is better at fighting is completely unsolvable.

Lin Xi finally forced Master Feng's fist away, turned on the light, and bowed slightly, "Thank you."

"Hey," Master Feng panted as he looked at the young man in front of him, "Huangzi Xiong, if you win, you win. Why are you making so much noise?" As soon as he opened his mouth, the masterly demeanor he had shown in the past few days was gone.

Lin Xi chuckled, and this time he moved at full speed, and before the opponent could react at all, he had already grabbed the old master's back. He used the Chaos Finger to make the old master pass out, and then his fingers tapped multiple muscle tissues.

[Special move: Formless Thousand Years of Life]

It was the first time he used this trick on someone else. The unconscious Master Feng stood up straight with his head lowered.

Severely worn joints, tangled muscle tissue caused by penetrating wounds, dislocated tendons and bones... one trauma after another emerged in his mind, and his energy was quickly consumed to correct the damage to his body as much as possible.

Because most of these were old injuries, not only were they difficult to repair, they also consumed a lot of energy. In less than a minute, he had already used up most of his energy.

As I said, Qi is not omnipotent. Such actions can at most make the patient feel better, but it cannot cure the disease. Perhaps one day, when he has mastered more martial arts knowledge and possesses stronger Qi, he will be able to turn the assassination fist into a living fist.

The more he experienced, the more he felt that Qi had its limits...

Lin Xi rested for a while, and when his breath was partially recovered, he carried Master Feng back to the bed in the bedroom, turned off the lights, and left in the night.

The next morning.

"Huh~" Master Feng suddenly stood up. The sunlight was already shining on his face through the window. He had slept until noon. His body, which had been in pain for years, was unexpectedly relaxed. The slight numbness and soreness was almost negligible.

What he experienced last night seemed like a dream... He glanced at his neatly dressed body and the money and note on the bedside table, and knew it was not a dream.

He reached out and picked up the note, which had a short sentence on it: [Master Feng, we will never meet again. Don’t mention me to anyone.]

"This brat..." He laughed in silence, fearing that someone might think he was a fool. The boy looked like a troublemaker, so how could he go up to him and make connections?

"We will never see each other again. We will never see each other again."

I forgot to set the time, and the editor told me that it might be put on the shelves next Monday...

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