Chapter 145 Trapped in a Chain Scheme

"ready, go!"

choke!
As soon as Zhang Yuan finished speaking, a loud noise was heard.

The two sticks collided, and Wu Jing and Huang Julong wrestled with each other, evenly matched.

Dangdang! ! !
The two sides wrestled to no avail, and each took a step back. Then they exerted their strength again, and the two wooden sticks turned into afterimages and collided with each other.

boom!
"what!"

"Ouch!"

Wu Jing took advantage of Huang Julong's unpreparedness and hit him on the waist with a stick.

But Brother Long was no pushover, he hit Brother Jing's right leg in the front bone with his backhand.

"Come again!"

"Okay!"

Both sides found that they were evenly matched and became more excited.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and a strong wind blew up...

"who!"

"Turn off the industrial fan. Where does such a strong wind come from?"

Oh my goodness, Zhang Yuan was still thinking about it, thinking that the sword energy had been unleashed.

bang, bang, bang...

The sound of wooden sticks hitting each other was incessant, and it had been going on for countless rounds and exchanges.

The onlookers only heard the sound of "crackling" in the venue, which was as lively as the firecrackers during the New Year.

"Ha..." Someone yawned: "This martial arts competition is not interesting at all."

"Indeed, there are no martial arts movies that are good to watch."

Zhang Yuan glanced away and said nothing, but thought about it in his heart.

This is the real competition!

Those routines in the film were all rehearsed for visual effects, otherwise how could the Seven Little Fortunes be so popular across Asia? They just perform the routines well, and they have a background in opera, so it's really good to watch.

But in a real fight, there are no such fake moves.

Poke the eyes, touch the crotch, pierce the ears, step on the toes...whichever one is useful.

Who cares whether it looks good or not, just do it in any way that hurts the other person.

Don't even mention it's immoral. It's already happened, so how can there be any morality?

Whoever is still standing at the end is qualified to talk about morality.

The dead have no say!

The two men exchanged moves and styles for a full fifteen minutes.

Now we can see Brother Long’s advantage.

Wu Jing is younger, faster, and more powerful, but there is one thing.

He graduated from a martial arts school.

But Brother Long graduated from the "Social University"!

He is a real social person, much more social than those guys with dragon tattoos on their shoulders!

He had worked as a bodyguard and a double-flowered red stick. In terms of practical experience, especially experience in life-and-death battles, Wu Jing was just a younger brother to him.

And because he has been on the streets for too long, Brother Long becomes the type of person who gets more and more excited the more he fights, just like a berserker, getting more and more crazy!
Gradually, Wu Jing changed from attacking more and defending less to attacking less and defending more. He was forced to retreat continuously and was hit several times. His movements began to be deformed due to the pain.

"All right!"

At this time, Zhang Yuan stood up, holding a long stick, and blocked the two men's weapons: "Stop!"

"Brother Long, calm down. If we keep fighting, something bad will happen. We are still filming."

Huang Julong stopped after hearing that. His eyes were red at this moment. If he continued to fight, Wu Jing would be in big trouble.

"Fuck!" Wu Jing's hands kept groping his body, as if he wanted to cover the place where he was hit, but there were too many and his two hands could not resist.

"My student is pretty good, isn't he?"

"You...I'll find you later." Wu Jing felt sore all over, but he was in a very happy mood.

It was like playing a competitive game until you were exhausted, stayed up all night, and almost fainted after getting off the plane.

Although my body was very tired, my spirit was extremely refreshed because I had met a worthy opponent.

"After what?" Zhang Yuanjiang slammed the stick in his hand heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Remember what I told you?"

"How to say?"

"The day you can beat my student, we will fight." Zhang Yuan loosened his arms: "Today we will tie, which proves that you are qualified to fight with me."

"But only today!"

"If you don't wait for me after the deadline, or you give up on your own initiative, you won't be able to pester me to compete again in the future."

"You..." Wu Jing understood that Zhang Yuan was playing a word game with him.

But he had just suffered a setback, and was furious and hot-blooded, so he didn't care whether he had fallen into the trap or not.

"I considered it when we were filming the fight scenes before, and I thought he would not be my opponent."

Wu Jing made a judgment.

Even though I'm a little tired now, I often fought in succession when I was in martial arts school, so it's nothing.

He is very confident in his physical fitness and skills.

"Oh, I understand. He is draining my energy." Wu Jing felt that he had seen through Zhang Yuan's tricks.

"Okay, come on."

"Well, but to be fair, let you rest for ten minutes and drink some water. There's no rush."

Wu Jing was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zhang Yuan didn't fight him immediately, but gave him a chance to catch his breath.

"Okay, ten minutes is enough!"

Wu Jing sat on the nearby steps to catch his breath, while Zhang Yuan came to Brother Long's side.

"Are you hurt?"

"Just a little bit, no big deal." Huang Julong grinned and patted him on the back.

The competition had just ended, and this guy didn't control his strength, and these two blows almost made Zhang Yuan vomit blood.

“It’s so satisfying and enjoyable!”

Unlike Wu Jing who was grimacing, Brother Long was also hit several times but he didn't take it seriously at all.

There were several foot-long scars on his back. Compared with all that bloody experience, a few beatings with a stick were nothing.

This is the difference in practical experience.

"What did I tell you?" Zhang Yuan reminded with narrowed eyes.

"I have an idea." Brother Long came closer and whispered, "I did as you said and observed during the battle."

"He probably has an old injury on his waist, and I just hit him on the side, so he is even less flexible now."

"When I hit the right side of his head, his defensive reaction was more intense. I suspect his right eye vision is not good, so his subconscious movement was bigger."

"The worst hit was his left leg."

"There should be problems with the knee joint, wrist joint, and ligaments. The footwork is obviously slower than the right leg, and there are signs of dragging in the movements."

Brother Long pointed out one by one the flaws he found in the previous fight, down to the joints and parts.

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but admire him. This was a real combat master who could see the opponent's weakness at a glance and hit the weak spot!
The slightest incoordination in movements will be noticed by him and nothing will escape his eyes.

Zhang Yuan knew that Wu Jing had been paralyzed in his lower limbs due to a back injury at the age of 14, and only recovered after long-term rehabilitation.

So what Brother Long said about him having an old waist injury was absolutely true.

As for his left leg, it should have been during the filming of "Golden Silk Rain"... the TV series that Shen Xiaohai also starred in. During the filming of that film, he was hit by an axe and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

It is impossible not to get injured when practicing martial arts.

But Wu Jing suffered more injuries than most people, which was one of the reasons why he could not reach the Wuying level.

"I understand."

He asked Huang Julong to come to consume his physical strength on the one hand, and to help him find and create flaws on the other.

In addition to these two points, he also had another trick up his sleeve.

Ten minutes later, he returned to Wu Jing.

"Come!" Brother Jing took a deep breath, relied on his willpower to relieve the pain in his body, and stood up with a somersault.

The two men came to the center of the clearing and took their positions.

Wu Jing's chest swelled, and a breath of Dantian Qi filled his whole body, and he was ready to go, but at this moment...

"Wait a minute." Zhang Yuan raised his hand and called for a stop.

"My stomach hurts a bit, I need to go to the toilet first."

"Let's go later." Wu Jing stopped him.

"I can't hold it in. If I fall down while I'm fighting, will it be considered that I escaped, or that you beat me?"

"Go quickly!" Wu Jing was so angry when he heard what he said.

All the onlookers chuckled.

Zhang Yuan doesn't care at all and is very thick-skinned.

Besides, he didn't go to the toilet. He just walked around twice. After five or six minutes, he pretended to fasten his pants and returned to the scene.

"It's much more comfortable. Come on."

Wu Jing pulled up the Dantian Qi that he had just released. His chest swelled up again, but it was not as strong as before, only 70%.

"slow!"

"What's wrong again!" Just as he was about to take action, Zhang Yuan called for a stop again.

"Your leg is cramping. Let me rub it..." Zhang Yuan sat aside and started rubbing his calf.

five minutes later.

"Come on, it's OK this time, we're ready."

Wu Jing took a deep breath again.

As the so-called one-shot, and then decline, three and exhausted.

The battle with Huang Julong had already consumed a lot of physical energy. On top of that, he was repeatedly exhausted by Zhang Yuan. At this time, Wu Jing took another breath. Even if he pulled it to the full, there was only five points left. Compared with his state before the battle with Brother Long, it was far from that.

"ah!"

This time Zhang Yuan didn't even say "get ready" and just started hitting.

Wu was caught off guard and hurried to defend himself!
call!
The stick rubbed against Jingge's right cheek, and he quickly shrugged to block the blow.

"As Brother Long said, there is something wrong with his right eye vision."

While filming "The Flying Dagger of Xiao Li", Wu Jing's right eye was injured by a prop explosion and he underwent retinal repair surgery, but there are still sequelae.

"what!"

The next moment, Zhang Yuan raised his right hand and used the principle of leverage to lower the head of the stick and hit it on Jing Ge's left knee. The other party immediately felt pain and broke out in a cold sweat.

This was also an old injury of his, and the wound was on the facial bone, which had just been hit hard by Brother Long.

Zhang Yuan's injury was compounded by this.

One step forward, two steps back.

Dangdangdang...a few loud explosions.

Snapped!
soon!
Wu Jing came up with a left kick, a right whip kick, and a left jab.

Zhang Yuanquan defended it.

Because his left leg had been hit multiple times, Wu Jing's steps were already messy and his flaws were easily discovered.

Moreover, Zhang Yuan's Shaolin Yin-Yang Stick has both offensive and defensive capabilities. In terms of defense alone, he is not at a disadvantage.

In the intervals of defense, he also focused on attacking the opponent's several weak points, left leg, waist and right eye, with each move being ruthless and sparing no effort.

Wu Jing groaned in his heart.

But he was a champion after all. He gritted his teeth and gathered his strength and speed, intending to crush Zhang Yuan with his powerful attack.

Ma Yuchen and Yuan Hua saw the excitement and came over.

"How come Zhang Yuan has improved so much!" Old Ma was stunned in disbelief.

"It's only been a few months, and he has already evolved from a beginner to the level where he can practice against Wu Jing?"

"Am I seeing things? Am I crazy?" Lao Ma couldn't believe his eyes.

"Take a closer look." Yuan Hua laughed and said, "This kid is playing tricks."

"He can't beat Jingzi. If they fight fairly and with all their strength, he doesn't even have a 10% chance of winning. He will be defeated in less than ten moves."

Yuan Hua is an old hand after all, and he saw through Zhang Yuan's tricks at a glance.

"Wow, Wu Jing is serious!"

"Oh..." Ma Yuchen sighed: "Once you get serious, the difference in strength is there. In the face of absolute strength, all tricks are ineffective."

Ma Yuchen narrowed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see Zhang Yuan lose.

"Don't worry, I don't think so." But Yuan Hua expressed his objection at this time.

"Didn't you say that Zhang Yuan couldn't last more than ten moves? Now..."

"You don't understand. He hasn't used up all his tricks yet." Yuan Hua chuckled.

Just as they both saw, Wu Jing suddenly exerted force, his attack was as fast as the wind, his footwork was as fast as lightning, his temperament was as fiery as fire, and his stick fell like a forest.

Zhang Yuan didn't even have the chance to fight back. He could only let the rain of attacks hit his stick. His hands were already numbed by the powerful force.

But just when he was about to fail, Wu Jing on the opposite side suddenly felt his head swelling, his vision went dark, and he began to feel nauseous.

Not only that!

Not only did the Dantian Qi that he had forced himself to raise dissipate instantly, but his chest also felt as if it was being burned by flames, and it was burning.

With every breath Wu Jing took, a deep noise like a broken old blower was emitted.

As the saying goes, panting like a cow and sweating like oil are symptoms that appear when a person is about to die.

Now they are all happening to Wu Jing.

Wu Jing leaned on the stick with one hand and used it as a crutch, and only then did he manage to steady himself.

But Zhang Yuan would never let this good opportunity slip away. He raised his hand and struck at the opponent's waist.

boom!
A muffled sound was heard.

But the stick missed its target.

Zhang Yuan exerted force with both hands, but the stick could not move at all.

When I looked up, I realized that someone was holding me.

I saw a figure appear between the two of them, holding Zhang Yuan's stick in one hand and holding Wu Jing who was about to fall to the ground with the other hand.

Not the landlord... No, who else could Yuan Hua be!

"Okay, for my sake, I'll call it a tie between the two of you, okay?"

"Thank you for your praise, senior. Of course I am not as good as Brother Jing." Zhang Yuan quickly stopped.

"Don't be so ungrateful." Yuan Hua pointed at him and smiled, without any blame in his eyes.

Afterwards, he and Zhang Yuan helped the Wolf Warrior, whose eyes were full of stars, to the steps nearby to rest.

"I, what happened to me just now?"

After a while, Wu Jing came back to his senses, with sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Fool, use your brain more in next fights. Don't think you are invincible just because you have practiced." Yuan Hua raised his hand and smashed his head.

"Why did I faint?"

"Why are you still dizzy?" Yuan Hua laughed angrily, "Have you forgotten where this is?"

"Usually I'm out of breath when filming fight scenes, and the fights just now were so intense..."

"You're having altitude sickness, don't you know that?"

"Ah?" Wu Jing was still confused. He really felt like he was in a trance and almost died.

Yes, after filming the fight scene with Zhang Yuan, I was coughing and gasping, and it took me half a day to recover.

This kid is plotting against me!

Wu Jing's character had a lot of fighting scenes to begin with. He had just finished a busy day and was in a passionate confrontation with Brother Long. When it came time to fight Zhang Yuan...

Seeing Wu Jing's face change drastically, Yuan Hua continued.

"If this was a real fight like in ancient times where you signed a life and death agreement, you would be dead now!"

"I was tricked, so it doesn't count!"

Snapped!
"Ouch."

Another blow to the head. Yuan Hua and Wu Jing were old acquaintances, and they were both very angry.

"Before the fight started, they had already planned to kill you."

"And I saw it all. It was you who insisted on competing with him. You still have the nerve to complain."

Wu Jing's old face turned red, and he felt embarrassed.

At this moment, Yuan Hua looked up at the sky and said quietly.

"I just learned from Ma Yuchen that when he first met Zhang Yuan in the middle of last year, the other party could only use the basic steps of the Natural Gate."

"Besides, I don't know any moves."

"Then again..." Wu Jing was about to retort, but then he widened his eyes and raised his head suddenly.

"Yes, he has gone from a beginner to his current level in less than a year."

"I think his talent is not inferior to yours."

Wu Jing just stood there in a daze, not saying a word for a long time.

in less than a year!
Just practice like this!
If I give him another three to five years, then I...

Wu Jing swallowed hard, feeling as if a thunderbolt was striking his head.

"And he still has some kindness left. Don't you think he always hits you in places with old injuries?"

"Ah!" Wu Jing finally reacted and after a little recollection, he found that it was indeed the case.

"But he obviously didn't use his full strength, and he held back his hands, fearing that he might really hurt you."

"He really did something ruthless. You need to rest for half a month before you can fully recover." Having said this, Yuan Hua smiled and nodded.

I thought that Zhang Yuan was a strange guy. He was obviously unethical in scheming against others, but he didn't kill people in a fight, which was quite martial.

"I think both of you are good." Yuan Hua said, patted his shoulder, and then left on his own.

Wu Jing sat for a long time.

A cool April breeze hit his forehead and his heart.

His last pride when facing Zhang Yuan, Kung Fu.

This originally unbreakable wall seemed to have cracks...

(End of this chapter)