Crazy Monkey (2)
Black Fist Past
3
When I was in college, my beard had not yet grown up, just some symbolic fluff. Perhaps because of my slow development, compared with the unshaven monkey on the opposite side, I do look a little younger. However, hit people do not hit the face, curse people do not expose shortcomings, the other side said such words are too let me down.
So I put away my pleasant expression and said coldly, “It’s a coincidence that my son is as tall as you.”
The monkey did not get angry, but smiled, let go of his hand and retreated. My intuition tells me that this is an old and hot opponent.
He squared off and moved briskly, and for a moment it was impossible to see what kind of fighting style he was. But looking at the speed of the soles of his feet, it’s a bit like a boxer. But soon I overturned this conclusion, because as soon as I set up my fists, the other side slapped me hard! The low sweep of this
leg was extremely sharp and fast, and I subconsciously raised my knee to block it, and “snapped” it on my calf. Although I have specially exercised the hardness of the shin, this leg still makes me feel very sour. I then hit him with a backhand swing, and the other side quickly dodged, and then hit him with a counterpunch. I just want to defend, he suddenly changed the line, quickly closed the fist is a leg sweep!
This kick is on my soft underbelly. At that moment, I subconsciously tightened my abdominal muscles and took the leg abruptly. Feeling the burning pain in my abdomen, I finally understood why this guy was called “monkey.”. Because his movement speed and reaction speed are very fast, just like a monkey.
The monkey jumped back and forth briskly and made a provocative expression from time to time, making a face at me. His action made the atmosphere of the scene so high that the audience seemed to be poked to the G-spot and shouted with excitement.
Feel free to provoke. My psychological defense line is not so fragile. In the base of the training, the little demon also likes to make this kind of cheap, every time he is chased by the murder weapon.
I ignored his teasing and moved forward little by little to force him. Every time I practice with Naikun, he forces me like this. Thai boxers are known for their tough style and sharp attack. They basically do not fight guerrilla warfare, but only positional warfare. Every time Naikun marched towards me, I felt a strong pressure from his thin body.
Now, I’m going to give this oppression to the monkey in front of me.
The dance floor was so big that no matter how fast it moved, there was not much room for manoeuvre. The monkey was forced back a few steps by me, and it was almost on the edge. The disdain and defiance on his face was replaced by a flash of anger, and he punched me hard. Previously I judged that this guy’s upper body strength should be very strong, and sure enough, his fist speed is very fast and heavy. One of the punches grazed my chin and gave me a little shock.
I want to continue to exert pressure on the other side, not out of any tactical arrangement, but do not want to see his annoying provocative expression. The monkey wanted to tear the pressure and rush out. I pushed him back with two thorns. After controlling the distance, I felt a little depressed. What should we do in the
face of an opponent who moves faster and stronger? Naikun once said that power is not absolute, power will not be directly converted into a strike effect, there are many steps in the middle. Compared with other countries, Thai boxers do not do much squat training, but they are famous for their sharp sweeping kicks. Naikun told me that the strike effect is & # x3D; Strength + Strike Point + Hardness + Strike Frequency. The
monkey was forced into a corner with limited space by me. He moved quickly to the left to get rid of the pressure. I couldn’t give him the chance. After several combination punches, I began to sweep low continuously, and my shins and shins cut fiercely towards the opponent’s lower plate. The monkey was caught off guard by my sudden attack, and he was even kicked a few times by me. After I swept four or five legs, the monkey’s body reacted and gave me a hard blow.
The punch hit me right above my left eye socket, and I felt dizzy and even had the illusion of falling back. Then, the other side of a swing punch from my left cheek, let me directly a swing head. The powerful punch made the left side of my face tingle, and even the inside of my ears hurt. But this blow instantly diluted the dizziness just now. Without waiting for the third punch from the monkey, I made another low sweep. The monkey who was attacking stumbled and fell to the ground with a “splash”.
Only then did the noise of the surrounding noise pour into my ears. Just now, I was so involved in the fight that I completely ignored the existence of other audiences. Now it sounds very clear, mixed with a few women’s screams, I guess it’s the girls with long hair and big breasts.
The monkey stood up at once. I didn’t go up when he went down, because I’m not good at fighting. The monkey who stood up again had a very ugly face, without the perky expression before. Relying on his own punches, he began to attack me fiercely, but the pace under his feet was not as flexible as it had been at the beginning. His thigh should have suffered a great deal of pain under the heavy blow of my low sweep.
Monkey’s punch is very threatening. If he hits two more punches completely, I will definitely be out by KO today. He switched to a reverse frame and put the leg that had been badly hurt behind him, but it also weakened his punching frequency. I kept controlling the distance with thrusts and sweeps, but after a few moves, we hugged each other.
Hugging is not cuddling, cuddling is a sign of physical exhaustion, and hugging is an offensive means. As soon as we got tangled up, the monkey’s hands got stuck on the back of my neck. It seems that this guy is not good at ground technology, but went straight into the inner battle.
The monkey jammed my neck with both hands and pushed my knees directly against my abdomen, which was a typical “neck on knee.” Here, I would like to thank my coach Naikun in particular, a former Thai boxing champion, a master who has been immersed in this way since childhood and is proficient in inside tactics. He has trained me countless times, and the essence of inside play is to “destroy the center of gravity.”
When the monkey wrapped his arms around my neck and kneed me, my hands were wrapped around him. “Hoop neck” is not to let you control the opponent, its meaning is to destroy the opponent’s center of gravity.
I didn’t jam the monkey’s neck-if he raised his neck, it would completely cancel out my strength. The so-called “hoop neck” is actually stuck in the back of the head, which is the secret of Thai boxers. Once
the back of the head is wrapped in hands, the head can no longer be lifted. I threw him to one side with a force on my waist. The monkey could not help leaning to one side. At the same time, his knee lost its strength and just brushed my abdominal muscles lightly.
Next, of course, I was not polite, and I hit him with a solid knee, while pressing down on the back of his head to increase the impact. The monkey’s body trembled under my pressure, but he came over with another knee. I did the same, destroyed his center of gravity, took his completely harmless knee blow, then tightened the back of his head, and pushed back again with a hard knee.
After six or seven consecutive knee blows, the monkey finally released his hand, covered his stomach and fell down in pain. I bruised his ribs. I don’t know if it’s broken or not, but he’s lost the ability to fight. I won
the game and paid the price I could afford. My left ear had been ringing for two days, as if someone had been blowing a whistle in my ear. The kidnapper told me afterwards that the whole game lasted four minutes and twenty-five seconds-which sounds very short, but for the people on the court, it was as long as a century. After
the game, Naikun smiled and patted me on the shoulder without giving any comment. But I could see that he was satisfied. After the
game, I had a sense of powerlessness like collapse, which would appear after every final exam in the past, but this time I was particularly collapsed, and only the college entrance examination could match it. If I won the game, I could get six thousand yuan, but at that time, I was not so excited about money. As soon as
we walked out of the Sand Sea Bar, we found that it was snowing outside and the sky was quiet with goose feathers. The murder weapon said there would be snow in the forecast, and it finally came.
I opened my mobile phone and glanced at the calendar, and the winter vacation was just around the corner. Looking at the snow outside the car window, I was homesick for a moment.
Yang Meng called and said he would help me buy a ticket to go home for the Spring Festival. I made a random excuse to refuse her.
I don’t want to hurt her too much. I won’t say much
about the horror of the Spring Festival travel rush. The green train almost squeezed my pants off. After staying at home for a few days and thinking about it, he took out three thousand yuan and gave it to his father. I didn’t dare to take too much for fear that he would be confused.
“Where did you get the money?” Sure enough, the father’s face was alert.
“I found a company and did odd jobs to save money.” I’ve already thought of an excuse.
“Do odd jobs?” My father looked at me doubtfully. “It’s been a year since Wang Laohei’s son graduated from college next door, and he still can’t find a job. How can you earn so much money by doing odd jobs?”
“The majors are different.” With an exaggerated wave of my hand, I said, “I’m a student of art, and I can make 800 yuan a month for anyone who wants to make pictures.”
After my “explanation,” my father reluctantly believed it. But instead of asking for the money, he said, “It’s not easy outside. Don’t do odd jobs when you get back. It will delay your studies.”. Keep the money for yourself and eat something good later.
I couldn’t beat him, and I was afraid that if I argued any more, I would bring up unnecessary topics, and I finally took the money myself. From then on, I hardly dared to give money to my family because I was afraid that my parents would be suspicious. The first winter vacation of the
university was very bad at home. I spent every day with my friends at home, drinking, surfing the Internet and playing cards all night. At that time, I brought back a Jeanswest coat from Tianjin and put it on the chair. I don’t know which card playing bastard threw a cigarette butt to burn two holes. I still carry it with me until now.
After only a few days, I felt a deep emptiness. In the base for several months to develop the habit, every day did not train on time, always feel that something is missing, the heart is empty. I miss the touch of my fists on people and the satisfaction of my opponents when they can’t fall in front of me. I suddenly feel that in the dull social life, no matter what I do, I can not get that kind of orgasmic pleasure.
I counted the days on my fingers. After the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, my relatives were almost moving around, so I casually found an excuse to go back to Tianjin.
I was the last one back to the base. Seeing the faces of these guys, I suddenly felt very kind. I don’t understand why I always think about these guys like wolves and tigers. When I dropped my luggage, I felt that this place was more friendly than dormitory. I think, damn it, I’m totally on the pirate ship.
While others are still immersed in the lingering flavor of the year, I have begun to train harder and more intensely than last year. Naikun also took care of me. To be honest, among our boxers, including the two new ones who came later, Naikun trained me the most and most attentively. Perhaps, this is a kind of congenial.
My performance has won Li Xiangang’s appreciation and trust. In the new year, he has arranged many more boxing matches for me than last year. At the beginning, I played around Tianjin, like the Shahai Bar before, including the Lida Night Club. Lida is the lowest level in the whole circle. The fighters with a little bit of strength are not fighting in that field. They are all entry-level fighters. Maybe this is another living space for black fighters.
I met Wang Hui’s third uncle several times in Lida, and every time he saw me, he was all smiles and a mouthful of “West Poison Brother.”. After playing
around for a while, I began to go to more distant places. Most of these places were led by Li Xiangang, such as Hangzhou, Xiamen and Guangzhou, mostly in the south. It was during this period that I changed from an innocent young man who was very excited at the sight of a plane to a melancholy prince who had a big head at the thought of taking a plane.
In these different cities, boxing matches are held in different places, some in clubs, some in underground warehouses, some in private parking lots, and some in the basement of five-star hotels.
In the memory of these boxing matches, which have been somewhat blurred with the passage of time, the one that impressed me most was the one in Xiamen, Fujian Province.
Record No.: YX01v0LEbM4kqemBr
Hard Korean Man
Black Fist Past
Ouyang Gan
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