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Chapter 24: Introduction to Sanda
[Sanda lv0 (0/100)]

Seeing the new skill bar unlocked on the panel, Fang Cheng finally confirmed a fact.

I have indeed mastered the skill of "Sanda".

Some unexpected surprises are also expected.

He was just trying out different kicking and wrestling techniques during the fight.

You should know that Sanda includes four techniques: kicking, hitting, throwing and grabbing.

Fang Cheng's boxing skills have long reached expert level.

After being tested in actual combat tonight, his leg and wrestling techniques are considered entry-level.

The only thing left is catching, but I still haven't mastered it.

Since it was banned in professional competitions, the coach did not take it seriously and only gave a brief lesson on anti-wolf techniques.

Now Fang Cheng is using practical actions to personally prove a system principle.

It is not necessary to master all the basic techniques contained in a skill in order to unlock the complete skill.

When some basic skills reach an exceptionally outstanding level, the entire skill can still be unlocked.

Fang Cheng thought to himself that with his current leg and wrestling skills, he could definitely compete with those professional players.

If it weren't for the technical shortcomings, the "entry-level" evaluation would actually be significantly lower.

Thinking of this, looking at the "experienced babies" lying on the ground crying for their parents, Fang Cheng couldn't help but have an idea in his mind:
"How about...playing with them for a while longer?"

"what------"

"Brother Fei, brothers, here I come!"

At this moment, another gangster came out from the crowd holding a beer bottle.

He stared blankly at the scene, and when he saw his good brothers lying in all directions, his mouth opened wide.

With a "clang", the beer bottle in his hand fell and broke.

Then he turned around and ran without hesitation, not even caring about the safety of his eldest brother.

Brother Fei was lying on the ground, his face looking like it was covered in dirt.

Just now, Fang Cheng turned around and kicked sideways, kicking one of his followers away and knocking down several spectators who were watching and cheering.

He was one of the "unlucky guys" who suffered.

At this moment, under Fang Cheng's strange gaze, his heart began to beat fast.

I couldn't help but secretly wonder, this master who can fight ten people alone, could it be that he has that kind of habit?

"I...we admit defeat!"

"We are all in the same business. We will meet each other sooner or later. There is no need to take things to the extreme..."

He spoke incoherently, but his words only conveyed one meaning: to seek peace.

Fang Cheng suddenly walked forward and raised his hand to slap him.

Brother Fei was so scared that his head shrank. He wanted to get up quickly, but his legs were shaking and he didn't obey him at all.

Just as he was looking around for an escape route with panic in his eyes.

Fang Cheng simply stretched out his hand, pulled him up, then brushed the dust off him and asked:
“Do you know Ma Dong Hyuk?”

Brother Fei was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly:
"I know him, I know him. Brother Ma is a well-known figure in our Jiangbei area. Who doesn't know him?"

The so-called "Xiang Duo" refers to a local tyrant who is famous and has a certain prestige in the underworld.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, and then said:

"I've sparred with him a few times, so we're considered boxing buddies."

"what?"

Fei Ge was shocked, then stood in awe:
"Brother Master, it turns out that you and Brother Ma know each other. That... that really is the flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple..."

After hearing what Fang Cheng said, the gang leader's anger disappeared and he started chatting with Fang Cheng enthusiastically.

She kept talking about Ma Dong Hyuk's heroic deeds of punching Seosan and kicking Gang Dong, and said that he was her idol.

It seems like the two of them are really familiar with each other.

Fang Cheng nodded as he listened, took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over.

"I'm sorry for being too harsh just now. Let the brothers take it and check the injury."

Fei Ge was stunned again.

"This one……"

He secretly glanced at Fang Cheng and saw that his face was calm, with an expression that showed he could not be refused.

So he hurriedly took it with both hands.

"Thank you very much, thank you, Master Brother, you are so polite!"

Not to mention that the medical expenses are pitifully low, this gesture of goodwill obviously represents giving face to Brother Fei!
Seeing that the other party accepted the money, Fang Cheng pointed at Zhou Xiumei who was standing not far away. "This is my sister. You have to take good care of her in the future."

"Haha, no problem, it was just a misunderstanding before."

Brother Fei seemed to have completely adjusted his mentality, and then he smiled cheerfully:

"My buddy's sister is my sister. As long as I, Ah Fei, am at the North Point Night Market, no one dares to bully her."

He looked so pleased that he almost forgot the pain of his broken wrist.

Being able to be praised by a master of the same level as Ma Dong Hyuk, the two sides became acquainted with each other through fighting.

This made him, who was hanging around in the underworld, not feel humiliated, but instead felt proud.

As they talked, they became very happy and she insisted on inviting Fang Cheng over for a drink and a chat. She was almost shameless enough to become sworn brothers with him.

Fang Cheng smiled and declined.

After several attempts, Brother Fei finally reluctantly led a group of lame, broken-armed, and groaning brothers to a nearby clinic for treatment.

But halfway through the journey, he suddenly remembered that he didn't even know the other person's name...

The night market is still bustling.

The crowd of onlookers were still pointing and talking.

It is rare to see such an exciting fight scene where one fights ten. They all looked excited and talked about it.

The look he gave Fang Cheng was like seeing a kung fu star in a movie.

If they were not afraid that they would also be beaten, I am afraid that a group of people would rush up to them on the spot and ask to take a photo with them.

"Brother Cheng, are you injured? Let me take a look at you and see if you need some medicine..."

Seeing those thugs finally retreat, Zhou Xiumei's heart finally settled down.

She immediately ran forward and gently grabbed Fang Cheng's right arm, which he had just used to block the bench, and wanted to lift up his sleeve to check the injury.

Fang Cheng retracted his hand and signaled her with his eyes:

"Even if you want to examine the injury, you can't do it in a place like this."

Feeling the many gazes coming from all around, Zhou Xiumei couldn't help but blush and hurriedly loosened her slender fingers.

The two then looked towards the stall.

I found that the handicrafts placed on the carpet were in a mess.

Some of them were even stepped on and crushed, turning into a pile of broken parts.

"Oh no! That's terrible!"

Zhou Xiumei screamed in surprise, quickly ran over and squatted down.

As she picked out the surviving items, she felt extremely distressed and kept muttering:

"Help, what should I do..."

The fair, oval face was tightly wrinkled, and a crystal light was faintly visible in the eyes.

Fang Cheng also squatted down beside her to help clean up the mess, and asked casually:
"Why don't you reveal your identity and say you are the daughter of Inspector Zhou Yongnian? Those hooligans shouldn't dare to mess with you."

Zhou Xiumei paused when she heard this, lowered her head and remained silent for a moment before apologizing:
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble..."

"It's me who caused you trouble."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng changed the subject and comforted her:

"Don't worry, those hooligans won't bother you again."

More than half of the handicrafts on sale were damaged, and there were still spectators around watching the fun. It was obvious that the business could not continue.

Zhou Xiumei decided to close the stall early tonight.

In just a few minutes, all the goods were packed into boxes and placed on a human-powered tricycle nearby.

"Let's go."

Fang Cheng rode straight to the driving seat of the tricycle, looked at Zhou Xiumei, and motioned for her to sit in the back.

"Brother Cheng, let me do it myself."

Zhou Xiumei pursed her lips and spoke softly.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly:
"I exercise every day now and weigh over 160 pounds. Are you sure you can still carry me like before?"

Zhou Xiumei lowered her head and measured her slender figure. She immediately became discouraged and sat obediently in the truck bed.

When the protagonist left the stage, the audience also lost interest and gradually dispersed, each doing their own thing.

Among the crowd, there was a man in his fifties with a slight limp.

He was holding a bag of kebabs in his left hand and a bottle of wine in his right hand.

His eyes fell on the back of someone riding away on a bicycle, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)