Chapter 275: Bad Old Man

The burly man called Old Liu did not seem to care about Zhang Weiguo’s surprise. He continued to look at Bell and asked solemnly.

“How is it, kid? Are you interested in being my disciple?”

The burly man’s almost begging-like expression made Bell’s eyes twitch.

At this moment, Bell really wanted to ask, ‘Who are you? Isn’t it a little too childish to ask me to acknowledge you as my master when we just met?’

As if seeing Bell’s confusion, Zhang Weiguo leaned forward and explained to Bell.

“Bell, don’t underestimate Old Liu. He’s a grandmaster of Xing Yi Quan. His Half-step Crushing Fist can be said to have reached perfection.”

Hearing Zhang Weiguo’s words, Bell couldn’t help but size up the man in front of him again.

Although he had exchanged for top combat techniques, this was the first time he had encountered such a martial artist.

He couldn’t help but feel curious and a little suspicious.

As if seeing through Bell’s thoughts, Old Liu smiled at him.

“Hmm, you don’t believe it? Why don’t we have a spar?”

Bell’s eyes lit up.

If it were before, he would really be a little hesitant, but now, his attributes were very different from before.

Bell really wanted to test the difference between him and these martial arts experts.

“Hmm, then let’s give it a try?” Bell said tentatively.

“Haha, kid, you have guts. I admire you!”

Old Liu was smiling.

At the same time, Zhang Weiguo revealed an inexplicable smile.

After confirming it, the two of them walked out of the building and arrived at an empty space.

But before the spar, Zhang Weiguo couldn’t help but remind him.

“Old Liu, I’m bringing this kid to the Olympics in two days. I’m still hoping that he can win a gold medal. Don’t hurt him.”

The man called Old Liu waved his hand.

“Don’t worry, I know my limits. I won’t hurt this kid.”

The three of them quickly arrived at the lawn.

Bell moved his body.

The injury on the back of his neck had completely recovered.

As for the scapula, it had mostly recovered. Although there were still some slight cracks, it did not affect its normal movement.

He knew that this man was strong.

But he did not know how strong the other party was.

However, he was confident that he was not inferior to the other party.

After all, he also had a physique that far exceeded ordinary people.

This man should be a benchmark in the martial arts industry.

Bell was indeed very curious.

Seeing Bell move his limbs, Old Liu smiled casually and stood there.

He spread his legs slightly like taking a horse stance.

Vaguely, Bell felt that the other party had an immovable aura.

Old Liu looked at Bell and smiled.

“Kid, don’t say that I’m bullying you. I will let you make the first move.”

Bell would not reject such an offer when facing this opponent.

Bell narrowed his eyes and exerted strength in his legs. He immediately shot towards the man like a cannonball.

“Good!”

Seeing Bell’s ferocious explosive force, the man’s eyes lit up, and the thought of taking Bell in as his disciple solidified even more.

The two of them were less than ten meters apart. In just a second, Bell had already rushed to the man.

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With terrifying inertia, Bell jumped high.

Bell not only had brute force, but his combat skills were also top-notch.

In the air, Bell stretched his body and kicked, looking like he was going to split a mountain.

Although he did not activate his skill, Bell used his full strength in this kick.

Coupled with the run-up earlier, even a wooden stake as thick as a bowl could be easily cut through by Bell.

However, Old Liu did not show any vigilance when he saw Bell’s kick.

There was even a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Old Liu did not even move from the waist down. He turned his body slightly and avoided the kick.

At the same time, he waved his right hand and accurately hit Bell’s stomach.

Thump!

Bell felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Bell finally understood the feelings of the three Indians he had defeated.

The intense pain kept stimulating his nerves, making him unable to speak.

At this moment, Old Liu slowly said.

“Kid, you’re still too inexperienced. In martial arts, it is important to not make big movements.

You are doing a flying kick. Looks like you really don’t have a foundation. ”

Old Liu began to educate Bell.

Bell was in so much pain that he could not speak. He realized how fragile he was in front of these true martial arts experts.

His powerful kick was actually filled with flaws in the other party’s eyes.

The karate and taekwondo flying kick seemed to be very intimidating, but in fact, it exposed your weaknesses to the opponent.

In traditional Chinese martial arts, whether it was Bajiquan or Taiji, it was almost a taboo to use big kicks.

Even Northern Shaolin Kicks did not include techniques that had big movements.

Not to mention kicking in the air like Bell.

This action could only be considered a performance.

Kung Fu emphasized stability.

Stand like a pine, walk like you are moving through mud.

The first step for many martial artists was to do the horse stance.

It was to build a strong foundation for the body.

If a person’s lower body was unstable, it would be useless no matter how well he trained.

He could easily fall and falling meant disadvantage.

In a field like martial arts, a slight disadvantage was equivalent to death.

It seemed like movies were just movies.

Just like Bruce Lee’s performance back then.

On the screen, although Bruce Lee had demonstrated many sidekicks, but when fighting with real experts, it was almost impossible to see him use leg techniques.

He had never raised his leg above the knee.

Bell’s physique was strong after all.

Coupled with his strong willpower, he quickly stood up while enduring the pain.

Old Liu looked at the pain on Bell’s face and continued to speak.

“Why? Can’t you take this little pain at such a young age?

Wasn’t your momentum just now very strong? ”

Alright, this old man was very bad. Not only was he good at fighting, but he was also good at talking.

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