118. Chapter 118 “Be water, my friend”


Chapter 118 "Bewater, my friend"

New York sewers, in the lair of the Ninja Turtles.

A unique training is taking place.

The originally spacious space was now occupied by several wooden piles, standing at various weird angles.

On the wooden pile.

Lange's upper body was naked, and his muscle lines were vaguely visible in the dim light. One of his palms steadily held a rooster bowl filled with water.

At the same time, the body twists on the wooden stake, completing a series of difficult martial arts movements, while ensuring that the bowl in his hand does not spill any water.

However, Lango, who had never learned these martial arts moves, soon stumbled accidentally and almost fell off the wooden stake.

Fortunately, he had good eyesight and quick hands, and he used his other foot to stabilize his body in time.

But the rooster bowl that had been held flat was not so lucky. The violent shaking just now caused more than half of the water in the bowl to spill out.

Snap——!
Almost at the same time, a thorn whip whipped out like lightning, adding another shocking blood mark to Lango's already scarred back.

"Mom."

He grimaced in pain and couldn't help complaining to the expressionless Mouse Master in front of him, holding a whip: "Are you training me or torturing me? I haven't suffered as many injuries in my life as I have in the past few days!"

"I'm not good at preaching, so I have to use this to refresh your memory." Master Mouse looked sternly and said indifferently: "And didn't you listen to what was said on TV? Broken bones are the best textbooks."

"Why haven't I seen it?"

Lange secretly cursed in his heart, while silently refilling the bowl with water, he jumped onto the plum blossom pile again and continued to practice the water-carrying skill.

Old man Splinter seemed to think he had never seen "Snakehead" and "Drunken Master". From the first time he came here to learn martial arts, he received all the weird acrobatic training in old Hong Kong movies.

Even the rooster bowl is an exact replica!

After he successfully passed events such as riding a unicycle to knit a sweater and standing on a rocking chair, the old man arranged various acrobatic events for him.

Things like handstand push-ups, overhead handstands, and standing abdominal wheels are all trivial matters for Lange, who has a [dragon body] plus [steel bones], and can be done casually.

But later, Master Mouse also discovered that although his physical strength was invincible, his sense of balance and reaction speed were poor, so he arranged various other trainings.

For example, he needs to place a bowl of water on the back of his hand and quickly change hands to catch it. If the bowl falls to the ground, it will be whipped; or while hanging upside down and doing abdominal crunches, he needs to take water from the bucket below and pour it into the bucket above his head. If it is not full within the specified time, he will come back. One whip; there is also a 100-meter push-up walk, and if the limit is exceeded, another whip will be given.

The most painful thing for Lango was the previous Zama training. Not only were hundreds of kilograms of barbells loaded on the arms stretched forward, but water bowls for balance training were also placed on various joints of the body. The scary thing was that there was a stick of incense placed under his buttocks, just a few centimeters away from his crotch.

If he slacked off, his crotch would be on fire without the help of Master Mouse's whip.

After these days of torture, Lange now just wants to go to Hong Kong Island to ask the Jackie Chan in this world how he developed these torturous martial arts training!
What makes him even more depressed is that he has been training hard here, but except for the big eater who needs to carry several tons of weight to increase his endurance, the rest of the team on the other side are very comfortable.

These guys were eating pizza and playing poker, and they looked at him from time to time.

But he really had no choice. Almost all of these guys were superpowers with long-range abilities. Only Lango was a hard-working close-quarters fighter and tank, so he needed to hone his fighting skills and martial arts.

On the sofa, Amanda took a big bite of the piece of pizza that had the most cheese and sausage. She chewed with her mouth puffed out and looked at Clare, who had been supporting her chin with her hands and staring at Lango intently.

After looking at her nymphomaniac eyes, Amanda said amusedly: "I really can't figure out what you like about Lango. Apart from his good figure and good looks, and some money, I can't think of any advantages."

Clary replied without looking back: "Maybe this is love. You know, love can always make people do some crazy things."

"But what you like is a man with a girlfriend." Amanda emphasized, then straightened Clare's head and said seriously: "If you just want to find an exciting partner, that's okay, but if it's a husband If so, Lango is definitely the worst choice. Don’t forget, he has been imbued with the seven deadly sins of lust and his belt will fall off at the touch of a finger.”

However, Clarei seemed unconcerned and shrugged: "I'm still young anyway, and it's not strange to seek excitement at this age. At worst, when I get older, like my mother, I'll find a man who is as honest and responsible as my stepfather." Aman Hearing this, Da looked stunned: "I finally know where your twisted view of love comes from."

At the same time, Lango has successfully completed the last acrobatic martial arts training assigned by Master Mouse. He jumped down from the wooden pile lightly, stretching his muscles and bones, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

It has to be said that these seemingly juggling-like trainings have indeed caused subtle but significant changes in his body. Others may not be able to see it, but he himself can feel that his limbs are more flexible and his sense of balance has also been greatly improved.

"OK, now can we get serious?"

Lango looked at the rat master in front of him warily, then spread his legs forward and backward, slightly bent his knees, and put his fists in a boxing posture of left front and right back.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his clenched fists down alternately, raised them up quickly like a bullet was loaded, and shouted excitedly to Master Mouse: "What martial arts do you want to teach me today? Hong Fist, Xing Yi, Baji or Bankasura?”

In the past few days, as long as he completed the day's acrobatic training, the mouse master Splinter would give him a few more practical lessons.

And each time he used different styles of oriental martial arts, while Lango could not use any special abilities and relied on the boxing and free fighting techniques he had learned in the past to compete with him.

According to Splinter, getting beaten is the shortcut to rapid improvement in boxing skills.

But the result is hard to judge. He couldn't stop Splinter's strange power-generating skills and weird attack methods, but the mouse master who was proficient in martial arts couldn't resist either. He was enhanced by [Dragon Body] Countless times physical strength.

In short, although Splinter's martial arts skills can hit him at various incredible angles every time, they can't break his defense at all. But with Lango's physical strength, as long as he hits him once, Si Print will be knocked back by breaking defense.

But Lango did not become arrogant because the enemies he would encounter in the future would only be stronger than the old man Splinter.

Therefore, he is eager to integrate the essence of the Eastern martial arts he has learned, and then combine it with the speed of the [Sports Car Head] and the power of the [Dragon Body] to build an impeccable close combat system.

By then, he couldn't even imagine how strong his close combat ability would be!
Facing Lango's expectant eyes, Splinter smiled slightly, put down the whip in his hand, and did not stride forward to attack as before, but asked in a peaceful manner: " During these days, I have used more than ten kinds of martial arts to fight with you, which one do you think is the most suitable for you? "

Lange was slightly stunned when he heard this. After he put down his boxing frame, he thought for a long time and replied: "Hongquan, Baji, Xingyi, and by the way, Bankasura, a Southeast Asian martial art that focuses on grappling."

Master Mouse nodded slightly. These are all martial arts that focus on opening, closing, powerful and sinking. They are indeed very suitable for Lango.

He then asked: "Have you figured out the routines of these boxing techniques these days?"

Lange pondered and replied: "Pretty much, it's mainly about exerting force. The so-called boxing routines are actually dismantled from beating people. The moves in actual combat are far less complicated than what you teach, such as Hong Fist." The hand-covering, hand-splitting, and hand-piercing techniques may sound complicated, but they are just tips for getting close.”

Splinter nodded approvingly and added: "Your analysis is very good. Compared with Western fighting techniques, Eastern martial arts pay more attention to the exertion and discharge of force, such as Bajiquan."

"Together all the routines of Bajiquan, in the final analysis, are actually pulling the person into your arms and pushing your fists and elbows outward, just like the feeling of two cars colliding together."

"As for those who knock people away with one punch, although they look bluffing, their lethality is greatly reduced. If they knock people away, the power of the punch has actually been released, and the enemy can easily run away. Therefore, Baji usually uses hooks. As long as you understand these eight words of holding your legs and holding your arms firmly, it doesn't really matter whether you know Baji or not."

He took a sip of the tea cup he picked up from the sewer of Chinatown and continued: "As a superpower, your speed and strength are far beyond normal people. These martial arts may not be a big deal for ordinary people after practicing them, but they are absolutely for you." It’s not just the icing on the cake.”

"If you can train Xingyi Quan to the point where your body is like a spring and your fists are like cannons, any strike you make will have penetrating power. In addition, Bankasu's main focus is on grappling joint techniques. La, I believe there is no one in this world who can be your opponent.”

Hearing this, Lange smiled bitterly, sat on the ground and said, "I'm not learning these to deal with ordinary people. I have a hunch that the enemies I encounter in the future will only get stronger and stronger, and maybe I will encounter someone with speed and strength." Guys who are far more powerful than me.”

Splinter heard the words and nodded slightly, with a deep light shining in his eyes: "You need to empty your mind, formless and formless, just like water."

He raised his eyelids and said with clear eyes: "When you pour water into a cup, it becomes a cup; when you pour water into a bottle, it turns into a bottle. Water can flow slowly or violently. Remember , fight like water.”

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After hearing this, Lange couldn't help but frown.

Wait, did this old man just say that he was not good at preaching?

(End of chapter)

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