24: Chapter 24 Introduction to Sanda

Chapter 24: Sanda Introduction

[Sanda lv0 (0 / 100)]

Seeing the brand-new skill bar unlocked on the panel, Fang Cheng finally confirmed a fact.

He had indeed mastered the skill of "Sanda".

It was a pleasant surprise, yet also within his expectations.

He had originally just held a tentative mindset, practicing various Kicking Techniques and Wrestling Techniques during the combat.

You must know that Sanda includes four major techniques: kicking, striking, wrestling, and seizing.

Fang Cheng's Punching techniques had long since entered the expert level.

After being tested in actual combat tonight, his Kicking Techniques and Wrestling Techniques were also enough to be considered at the beginner level.

Only the seizing technique remained, and he had never quite grasped its essentials.

Because it was banned in professional competitions, the coach did not value it and only briefly lectured on it for one class when teaching self-defense against molestations.

Now, Fang Cheng was using his actual actions to personally prove a System principle.

The basic techniques included in a skill did not all need to be mastered in order to unlock the complete skill.

When some of the basic techniques reached an exceptionally outstanding degree, the entire skill could still be unlocked.

Fang Cheng reckoned that with his current Kicking Techniques and Wrestling Techniques, he could completely contend with those professional players.

If not for the presence of his short-board techniques, the evaluation of "Introduction" was actually obviously too low.

Thinking of this, looking at the "experience babies" crying and howling on the ground, a thought couldn't help but pop up in Fang Cheng's mind:

"How about... playing with them for a bit longer?"

"Ah—————"

"Brother Fei, brothers, I'm coming!"

Right at this moment, another punk holding a beer bottle squeezed out from the surrounding crowd.

He blankly looked at the scene, seeing his good brothers lying around haphazardly, and his mouth involuntarily opened wide.

With a "clang" sound, the beer bottle in his hand dropped and shattered.

Afterwards, without any hesitation, he turned around and ran, not even having time to care about his own boss's safety.

Brother Fei lay flat on the ground, his Face looking as if he had eaten dirt.

Just now, Fang Cheng's reverse side kick had kicked away a lackey, consecutively knocking down several melon-eating onlookers who were watching the show and cheering.

He was one of the "unlucky ghosts" who suffered collateral damage.

At this moment, under Fang Cheng's strange gaze of scrutiny, his heart immediately thumped wildly.

He couldn't help but secretly guess, could this expert who could fight ten people have that kind of peculiar hobby?

"W-We admit defeat!"

"Everyone is mixed up in the Dao, we look up and see each other all the time, there's no need to drive things to the absolute limit..."

He spoke incoherently, and both within and outside his words there was only one meaning, which was to sue for peace.

Fang Cheng suddenly walked forward and raised his palm towards him.

Brother Fei shrank his head in fright, wanting to quickly crawl to his feet, but his legs were shaking and simply wouldn't obey commands.

Just as his eyes were panic-stricken, searching around for an escape route.

Fang Cheng simply reached out his hand, pulled him up in one go, and then patted the dust off his body, asking:

"Do you know Ma Donghe?"

Brother Fei was stunned for a second, then nodded repeatedly:

"I know, I know, Brother Ma is a renowned figure around our Jiangbei area, who doesn't know him?"

The so-called "renowned figure" meant a local bully with a loud reputation and a certain amount of prestige in the Jianghu.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, then also said:

"I've sparred with him a few times, we can be considered boxing friends."

"Ah?"

Brother Fei was greatly shocked, and in turn looked with solemn respect:

"Expert Big Brother, so you know Brother Ma. Then... that really is water flooding the Dragon temple..."

Hearing Fang Cheng put it this way, this big brother of the Dao not only had all his anger disappear, but he also enthusiastically began to chat with Fang Cheng.

He kept talking about Ma Donghe's heroic deeds of punching the western mountains and kicking the eastern river, saying he was his idol.

It was as if the two of them were really quite close.

Fang Cheng listened while nodding, pulled a hundred-bill banknote from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Sorry about just now, my strikes were a bit too heavy. Take this for the brothers to get their injuries checked out."

Brother Fei was stunned once again.

"This..."

He secretly glanced at Fang Cheng, seeing his expression calm, exuding an implication that could not be refused.

So he hurriedly took it with both hands.

"Many thanks, many thanks, Expert Big Brother, you are far too polite!"

Not to mention words like the medical expenses being pitifully small, such a gesture of showing goodwill obviously represented giving him, Brother Fei, Face!

Seeing the other party accept the money, Fang Cheng pointed again at Xiumei standing not far away.

"This is my younger sister, you guys need to look after her from now on."

"Haha, no problem, before was all just a misunderstanding."

Brother Fei seemed to have completely adjusted his mindset, and immediately laughed cheerfully:

"Brother's sister is my sister. As long as I, A-Fei, am in the North Point Night Market for a day, no one will dare bully her."

His Face wore a look of smugness, almost completely forgetting the pain of his fractured wrist.

Being elevated by an expert of a similar level to Ma Donghe, and getting to know each other through a fight.

This made him, who was mixed up in the Dao, feel no sense of humiliation, but instead felt that his Face had light.

As they spoke, talking very happily, he insisted on dragging Fang Cheng to drink and chat, almost thick-skinedly swearing brotherhood.

Fang Cheng smiled and politely declined.

After several attempts, Brother Fei reluctantly led a group of limping, broken-handed, groaning lackeys to a nearby clinic to treat their injuries.

However, halfway down the road, he suddenly remembered that he seemed not to even know what the other party's name was...

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In the night market, the hustle and bustle remained as before.

The surrounding crowd was still pointing and discussing.

It was rare to see such a wonderful fight scene of one man taking on ten; they each had excited expressions, taking it as a topic of conversation.

Looking at Fang Cheng's gaze, it was just like seeing a kung fu star in a movie.

If not for fear of also getting beaten up the same way, I'm afraid a group of people would have swarmed up on the spot to request group photos as a souvenir.

"Brother Cheng, are you hurt? Let me check for you, do you need to apply medicinal lotion..."

Seeing those punks finally retreat, the heart that Xiumei had been holding up finally dropped.

She immediately ran forward, using both hands to gently grab Fang Cheng's right arm that he had used just now to block the bench, wanting to roll up the sleeve to inspect the injury.

Fang Cheng shrank his hand back, signaling her with his eyes:

"Even if we need to examine injuries, we can't do it in a place like this."

Feeling the numerous gazes cast from around them, Xiumei couldn't help blushing, hurriedly letting go with her slender fingers.

The two of them subsequently looked toward the stall.

They discovered that those handicrafts displayed on the carpet were already a mess and in complete disarray.

Some of them were even stepped on and flattened by people, turning into a pile of broken parts.

"Ah ya, terrible!"

Xiumei let out an exclamation on the spot, hurriedly running over in small steps and squatting down.

While picking out the intact surviving items, she felt incomparable heartache, muttering incessantly:

"Help, what on earth should be done..."

That fair melon-seeded Face was tightly furrowed, and a crystalline light vaguely shimmered in her eyes.

Fang Cheng also squatted down beside her, helping to clean up the mess, and asked casually:

"Why didn't you reveal your identity, saying you are Inspector Zhou Yongnian's daughter? Those ruffians shouldn't dare to provoke you."

Hearing this, Xiumei's slender hands paused, she lowered her head in silence for a moment, and then apologized:

"I'm sorry, I caused you trouble..."

"It is I who caused you trouble instead."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng then diverted the topic, comforting her:

"Rest assured, those punks won't come to pester you anymore in the future."

More than half of the handicrafts for sale were destroyed, and there were still onlookers watching the fun around; business obviously couldn't continue.

Xiumei decided to close the stall early tonight.

Within a few minutes, all the goods were packed into boxes and placed onto a human-powered tricycle nearby.

"Let's go."

Fang Cheng directly rode up to the Driving position of the tricycle, looking at Xiumei and signaling her to sit in the back.

"Brother Cheng, it's fine to let me do it myself."

Xiumei bit her lips and said softly.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly:

"I work out every day now, and my weight exceeds 160. Are you sure you can still carry me like before?"

Xiumei lowered her head to gesture at her own slender figure, immediately losing heart, and obediently sat properly in the cart bed.

The main characters left the stage, the audience also lost interest, gradually dispersing and going about their respective businesses.

Among the crowd, there was an uncle around fifty years old with slightly lame legs and feet.

In his left hand, he carried a bag of grilled skewers, and in his right hand, he held a can of bottled wine.

His gaze fell upon the back of a certain person riding away, deep in thought.