Suddenly, all the people training on the playground gathered around and began to watch this wonderful martial arts competition.
Several other instructors came to Wang Tinghui and asked what happened.
They all looked at Kazuo Nitta, who was attacking smoothly and sharply, with angry eyes.
It was obvious that these instructors would never allow any students to challenge their authority.
Therefore, the instructors' eyes and gazes on Fan Wei became even more eager and expectant.
Once something rises from a small matter to a national level, it's completely different.
Fan Wei knew at the beginning that he could just give up if he really couldn't do it, but now he was surrounded by so many eager and hopeful eyes and eyes, and he couldn't help but secretly complain.
It seems that if he doesn't win this competition, he will probably be despised by countless people.
But, he really can't stand it anymore.
Who said that there is motivation when there is hope?
Fan Wei now hopes that he has motivation.
Unfortunately, his numb hands and sore eyes cannot help him being a bullshit boring hero.
It can be said that if he persists for a few minutes at most, he will finally Defeated.
"Pah!"
Nitta Kazuo shouted violently and kicked him with an overhead hook.
Fan Wei stumbled and was almost kicked to the ground.
Fortunately, he shook his body twice but did not fall down.
Everyone could see that Fan Wei was at the end of his strength and was no match for Nitta Kazuo.
Unfortunately, he still had to grit his teeth and persevere.
Hey, sometimes it doesn’t work even if you don’t want to work hard.
Fan Wei really wanted to strangle the culprit Wu Nan to death, but unfortunately he no longer had the time to curse that bastard.
Nitta Kazuo's new offensive came again, and that weird move really gave Fan Wei a headache.
"Idiot Xingyiquan, the emphasis is on intention rather than form.
What are you doing in such a mess?
How can you hit the enemy with your precise moves?
You are a pig."
At this moment, An Youqi in the crowd Suddenly he couldn't help but burst out and angrily yelled at Fan Wei, "He is Yin and you are Yin, he is soft and you are soft, and he is strong and you are strong.
I don't believe that such a profound boxing technique as Xingyiquan can't beat the little Japanese devil."
This little bit of effort" When Fan Wei heard An Youqi's words, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he clearly seemed to have realized something.
The panic and anxiety in his eyes suddenly disappeared without a trace.
His moves suddenly changed, from rigid to invisible and weird.
Yes, in the end of martial arts, it is not about how to execute the moves one by one, but that the practical moves are constantly changing according to the environment and the opponent.
How can he attack randomly and without any rules?
Fan Wei finally understood why he His master painstakingly made him forget all the moves after he became proficient in Xingyi Quan.
There is a move to win without a move, the visible becomes invisible.
Fan Wei's eyes flashed suddenly, and his whole aura suddenly increased.
He stood proudly on the spot, coldly looking at the opponent who was attacking him.
Nitta Kazuo clearly felt that his opponent's temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes at this moment.
He couldn't help but be stunned, obviously unable to react.
The Fan Wei in front of him seemed to be a completely different person, completely new from the inside out.
"Hmph, I just relied on thinking on the spot.
I thought I could win.
Who are I kidding?"
Nitta Kazuo sneered and struck out with a weird body, using powerful speed to attack from the right side of Fan Wei's body instantly.
Fan Wei stood quietly, feeling the movement of Nitta Kazuo's sky.
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Just when the opponent came within two steps of him in an unexpected way, reached out to grab his arm, and accurately used Aikido wrestling skills, Fan Wei took action at this moment and quickly counterattacked with his other hand.
He grabbed Nitta Kazuo's arm, and then used the strength of his wrestling skills to turn the whole person on the spot and twist the opponent's arm instantly.
At this moment, when the two of them were extremely close, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Fan Wei's mouth, and a golden thread that could not be detected by the naked eye was instantly pierced on the waist acupuncture point of the panicked Nitta Kazuo Poor Nitta Kazuo didn't even know what was going on, and suddenly his vision went dark and he fainted.
At this time, Fan Wei made a move and deliberately hit him on the neck with his arm, pretending to knock him out.
Kazuo Nitta's legs softened as he plopped down, and he fell to the ground of the playground without moving at all.
Fan Wei took a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said to himself, it's so damn dangerous.
"Okay!"
The moment Nitta Kazuo fell, almost all the students in the audience were impressed by this wonderful martial arts competition and cheered loudly.
The anger in the instructors' eyes immediately disappeared, replaced by smiles on their faces.
It seems that Fan Wei has been appreciated and affirmed by all the instructors.
The days of military training should be much easier in the future.
Fan Wei pinched Nitta Kazuo's anus, and the defeated general finally woke up from his coma.
In fact, Fan Wei knows very well that in terms of martial arts alone, he is not Nitta Kazuo's opponent.
What An Youqi said just now indeed inspired Fan Wei a lot, but it was just an inspiration.
If martial arts could suddenly become powerful if he just wanted to understand it, then he would really be a god.
In the end, he won because of his courage and the help of Golden Needle.
Nitta Kazuo's face was ugly.
He had no idea why his vision suddenly turned black and he fainted.
He could only blame this strange thing again and ask Fan Wei to explain it by acupuncture.
Although he is not willing to give in, he loses if he loses.
If he wants to play rogue now and try again, even if Fan Wei is willing, he will be drowned by the spit of so many people on the playground.
"Nitta-kun, are you still brazenly saying that Aikido is the best martial art in the world?
You know, even a mere Fan Wei is no match for you, and you are still talking about the world.
It's really funny.
I'm laughing my ass off."
Wu Nan Of course, he didn't forget to take this opportunity to attack Nitta Kazuo.
After all, he suffered a big loss from the opponent yesterday.
"Humph" Nitta Kazuo snorted coldly with a livid face, turned his head and didn't want to speak.
His eyes were staring at Fan Wei, who was the center of attention, and he was gritting his teeth as if he had some deep hatred.
Fan Wei knew that the hatred between him and Nitta Kazuo would undoubtedly become greater from this moment on, and of course Nitta Kazuo would also be more afraid of him.
But it doesn't matter, the enemy is the enemy, and the enemy is there to be destroyed, not to make peace.
Besides, the war between his father and Wu Shi is still going on.
Sooner or later, he and the Nitta family will break out into a war without gunpowder.
Therefore, he didn't mind taking advantage of this moment to stimulate him again.
"Dear students, I just used authentic Chinese martial arts.
If you are interested, you can join the martial arts club in our school and learn real Chinese martial arts.
It will definitely be no worse than those Japanese Kung Fu or Korean Kung Fu.
Of course, here comes the beauty.
If you sign up, you can get a discount."
Fan Wei was promoting the martial arts club with a smile.
Of course, he was just a drunkard who didn't care about drinking.
Just now, Nitta Kazuo was promoting the Aikido club, so now he is promoting the martial arts club, and he is not afraid of irritating him to death.
Sure enough, when Nitta Kazuo heard Fan Wei's loud advertisement, his face suddenly turned pale, he clenched his fists to suppress his anger and hid in the crowd in despair.
Seeing this scene, An Youqi chuckled and couldn't help but give Fan Wei a secret thumbs up.
She suddenly found that she seemed to be more and more satisfied with this grassroots fiancé who had nothing: