After all, since Zhang Yong agreed to call Yang Yi, Yang Yi's wish began to be realized one by one.

But Zhang Yong opened a door for Yang Yi, the door to another hidden world.

Listening to the secrets I had never known before, no, the secrets were not considered a matter of fact, but some secrets in the world of mercenaries and killers made Yang Yi feel that he had finally found the right person.

After Yang Yi moved his bedding and moved into the new prison with Zhang Yong, his excitement had been replaced by the tension caused by the upcoming challenges.

The new cell is a top and bottom bunk bunk, Zhang Yong slept on the top bunk bunk, and Yang Yi slept on the bottom bunk. The cell area is definitely not large, but it is enough for a person to move and fist.

As soon as Yang Yi threw his bed cover on the bed, Zhang Yong lay halfway down on the upper bed and said, "Come on, give me a set of punches."

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he whispered: "Fisting? I can't."

"What will you do?"

"Well, do you know all Danny's brothers?"

“Know a part.”

"Ajiang taught me the fighting skills."

"A Jiang? OK, I'll take what you have learned and I'll take a look."

Yang Yi thought about the tricks that Wang Wenjiang had taught him, and then used them one by one.

"This is a fighting technique in the army. You use it well, but you don't have the strength."

Yang Yi nodded, and then Chen Shengdong said, "Ajiang said that my problem is that I lack strength and poor physical fitness. Also, my biggest problem is that I can remember all the movements, but I can't integrate them when I really use them, and I can't use every movement correctly."

Zhang Yong thought for a moment, then he nodded and said, "It's like this when you practice at the beginning. Well, you have to start by improving the core strength of your body, but you can't just practice your strength. You also start to have martial arts on your face."

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he whispered: "Martial arts? Not a fighting skill?"

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"But isn't martial arts a scam..."

Zhang Yong sighed, then jumped off the bed, looked at Yang Yi with a serious face and said, "Why is martial arts a lie?"

Yang Yi whispered: "I don't have this point of view, but now martial arts do not show the level they should have. None of those who can really fight are those who practice martial arts..."

Zhang Yong was silent for a moment, then he nodded and said, "You are actually right to say this. Most of the time, martial arts can only exist in legends. When it really needs to be used, you will not be able to see them. Those fighting competitions do not have a place where martial arts are available. Even if there is one, it is actually fighting. None of the magical boxing techniques in the legend are seen."

Yang Yi nodded.

Zhang Yong shook his head.

"Do you know what the problem is?"

"have no idea."

Zhang Yong raised his hands on his back, and said with a deep face: "I'll ask you, what was the reason why the ancients practiced martial arts?"

"Strengthen your body?"

When he found that Zhang Yong was staring at him with an idiot's eyes, Yang Yi quickly changed his words: "The ancients practiced martial arts to kill the enemy, and to kill the enemy better. At least most of the time it was used to fight against the enemy rather than strengthen the body."

Zhang Yong nodded and said, "By the way, martial arts, no matter what boxing or leg skills it is, from the day it was invented, it was just to kill the enemy. Many people think that martial arts is just fist and foot, but it was wrong. In fact, the real essence of martial arts lies in weapons, but now there is no value for cold weapons, so martial arts will certainly decline. This principle is too simple."

Yang Yi nodded.

"Of course, it is more efficient to have weapons, but when there are no weapons, fists are the last weapon and the most reliable weapon. Note that what I said is the most reliable is not the best."

"I see."

"Okay, in an era of war, people practice martial arts to kill enemies or protect themselves. But nowadays, what is the use of practicing equipment besides strengthening the body? Even if you only practice boxing, what is the use? Yes, the absolute number of martial arts practitioners is still large, but compared to the past when we really needed to fight for life with a big sword and a spear, the proportion of warriors is too low. Is this right?"

"That's right."

Zhang Yong sighed and said, "So martial arts is not useless. Martial arts are just eliminated and eliminated by the times. So it is impossible for you to see martial arts killing all directions in the ring in this era."

Yang Yi spread his hands and said, "If martial arts are really useful, even if only a small number of people inherit it, it will not make martial arts fall to the point where people argue for the truth or falsehood, right?"

Zhang Yong smiled and said, "You still don't understand. It's a fighting skill to watch the audience on the ring, and martial arts has been a murderous skill since the day it was born. Do you understand?"

Yang Yi claimed to be a smart person, but when he heard Zhang Yong's words, he felt enlightened.

"I understand. Real martial arts are not something you can watch on the ring!"

Zhang Yong clenched a fist and said seriously at Yang Yi: "Real martial arts are not routines! Routine routines are performed for others to see. If you want to play fancy moves and kill enemies, then don't count on martial arts at the very least!"

Putting down his fists, Zhang Yong looked at Yang Yi and said proudly: "The fighting that Wang Wenjiang teaches you can basically put an enemy when you are single-on-one. If the opponent is not strong, you can easily put three. If I teach you fighting skills, I can let you kill three to five opponents with certain fighting skills, and easily kill more than ten not-so-powerful people, but! If you want to win easily when facing a strong enemy, and you can still guarantee that you will survive when facing ten or one hundred strong players, then you have to practice martial arts, real martial arts!"

Yang Yi understood Zhang Yong's words.

Zhang Yong said that Wang Wenjiang taught him how to fight and defeat the enemy, but Zhang Yong taught him how to kill the enemy.

Yang Yi exhaled and said, "I didn't say anything, I'll practice martial arts."

Zhang Yong nodded and said, "The martial arts that are truly used to fight against enemies rather than performing have no routines, and they cannot be practiced by one person because you need an opponent to accompany you to practice. If you want to use them for actual combat, you can only learn martial arts in actual combat."

After saying that, Zhang Yong smiled and said, "You are very lucky because I am very good. Now, I will choose a kung fu that is suitable for you to practice."

Yang Yi said excitedly: "What is suitable for me to practice?"

"Some people are suitable for practicing boxing, some are suitable for practicing legs, some are suitable for practicing big opening and closing tricks, and some are suitable for practicing grappling. I have to try it out and find out. I am best at Wing Chun boxing, so let's start with Wing Chun."
Chapter completed!