162: Chapter One Hundred Sixty-One: Actually Not the Same 162: Chapter One Hundred Sixty-One: Actually Not the Same Li Jinfang’s words successfully piqued Wolfgang’s interest.
With a wave of his hand, he said, “Destin, find him an opponent.”
“I’ll do it myself.”
After Destin spoke, he squeezed his fists and stretched his body, hopping in place to warm up.
He was going to take the stage himself.
Though Li Jinfang was not very tall and his build was not particularly large, from his body to his aura he exuded a rugged toughness.
Destin, on the other hand, was neither tall nor big, and even his expressions were always mild.
From head to toe, he looked like nothing more than an ordinary middle-aged man.
But when Destin began to warm up, even Gao Yang, who was a stranger to combat sports, could tell that Destin’s momentum had changed.
Although he knew that Destin and Simon were comrades in arms, and therefore no ordinary men, Gao Yang was still surprised that Destin would personally step into the ring to spar with Li Jinfang.
Li Jinfang was even more surprised than Gao Yang.
Seeing Destin was about to face him, Li Jinfang hesitated before saying in Chinese, “Brother Yang, should I go all out, or take it easy?
Don’t be fooled by Destin’s unimpressive appearance; he’s definitely a master.
Losing would be embarrassing for us, but I’m afraid that if I go all-out, I might accidentally hurt him, and we’ll need Destin for our training in the future.”
Gao Yang pondered for a moment, then replied in Chinese, “Foreigners are straightforward.
If you’re modest, he’ll think that’s all you’ve got.
You must defeat him, but if you’re worried about hurting someone, can we use protective gear?”
Li Jinfang nodded, then addressed Destin: “Boss, let’s put on protective gear.”
Destin shook his head and said, “Don’t worry, I know how to control my strength; I won’t cause you serious injury.”
Li Jinfang laughed awkwardly and replied, “Boss, I’m afraid that I might hurt you, so let’s put on the protective gear, please.”
As Li Jinfang’s words hit the air, they drew a round of light laughter from the onlookers.
They seemed to find Li Jinfang’s words amusing, but out of respect, no one laughed out loud.
At this moment, Simon chimed in with a smile, “Frog, don’t let Destin’s appearance deceive you; he is very formidable.”
Li Jinfang nodded seriously and said, “I know, I can tell he’s formidable, that’s why I need protective gear.
If the opponent is weak, I can control the situation and not need gear.
But because Destin is so strong, I need to give it my all, and there’s absolutely no way I can control the pace and the situation, so that’s why I need the protective gear.”
Destin didn’t laugh; instead, he nodded and said, “You’re right, let’s use the protective gear.”
Soon, someone brought two sets of protective gear.
Li Jinfang and Destin donned the gear, but neither wore boxing gloves.
Once they were ready, Destin beckoned and said, “Come on, give it your all and show me what you’ve got.”
Li Jinfang and Destin circled face to face, maintaining their distance, and after two rotations, Li Jinfang let out a roar and lunged forward, throwing a punch towards Destin’s face.
Gao Yang found Destin’s reaction familiar because, as Destin dodged Li Jinfang’s punch by turning his head, he silently kicked towards Li Jinfang’s groin—a move Gao Yang relied on himself in combat.
Li Jinfang retracted his right fist and with his left knee, he slammed it accurately against the sole of Destin’s incoming right foot, causing Destin to lose his balance.
At that moment, Li Jinfang’s left hand came up from below in a vicious hook.
Although Destin hurriedly pushed down with both hands to block the punch, he was a fraction too slow; Li Jinfang’s fist went through Destin’s still-parting hands and landed on his right rib.
Then, Li Jinfang’s left foot stomped heavily while his right leg shot out in a kick, but as his toes reached Destin’s ankle, Li Jinfang pulled back most of his force, merely tapping with his toe.
Destin immediately staggered, falling face-first towards Li Jinfang.
Li Jinfang roared again, his right fist sweeping past Destin’s ear.
If it were a real fight, that punch would have targeted Destin’s throat or nose, but now, Li Jinfang’s feigned punch was just a display of his victory.
The fight lasted barely three seconds from start to finish.
Once Li Jinfang gained the upper hand, he gave Destin no chance to breathe.
Nearly every move was a matter of life and death.
Although these moves looked simple, without any flashiness, they truly showcased a person’s skill; real combat experts always decide life and death in an instant.
After Destin fell, Li Jinfang first retreated to the side, assuming a defensive posture, before he hurriedly crouched beside Destin, asking with concern, “Are you ok, how do you feel now?”
Everyone was stunned.
Although they knew the fight wouldn’t last long, the sight of Destin hitting the ground after just one exchange shocked even their most pessimistic expectations, as they had thought Destin would be the victor.
Gao Yang and the others had confidence in Li Jinfang, but since this was a test of their abilities and hardly even a match, they didn’t feel it was appropriate to cheer for him.
Destin lay curled up on the ground, pressing one hand to his right rib and incessantly rubbing his left ankle, grinning and bearing it as he said, “Thank you for letting me wear protective gear, thanks for not breaking my ribs.
I know you held back, damn it, my mind can keep up with your moves, but my body just can’t anymore.
If I were ten years younger, maybe I could’ve given you a proper fight.”
Silence, that deathly silence again, but soon the whispers started among the students standing behind Wolfgang, those who came for training.
After all, they weren’t soldiers; they couldn’t be expected to have military discipline.
Wolfgang, however, was eyeing Li Jinfang with a gleam in his eyes.
As for Simon and the others, they were frowning and saying nothing.
With Li Jinfang’s help, Destin managed to stand up.
After limping a few steps and feeling that his leg bones were fine, he simply smiled apologetically and said, “Sorry, looks like I can only disappoint everyone.”
Wolfgang, eyeing Li Jinfang as if he had discovered a treasure, called out loudly, “Hey, Frog, it’s not a big deal to bully an old man.
Are you interested in another round with one of my men?
He’s as young as you are.”
“Sure.”
Without looking back, Wolfgang just raised his hand over his shoulder and gestured.
Then he called out loudly, “Bring me someone who can fight, decide among yourselves who it will be.
You know my habit—if you win, you get three days off, but if you lose, tough luck for you.”
Whooosh, the dozen or so soldiers standing behind Wolfgang with rifles instantly stepped forward.
However, after sizing each other up, most of them quickly stepped back, leaving only two.
After looking at each other, one of them said, “I beat you just last week.”
“True, but that was a fluke.
Don’t forget, it was me who beat you the week before that, and the week prior.
In fact, I’m stronger between us two, and you know it.”
After a moment of silent contemplation, one finally stepped back reluctantly, leaving just one soldier standing with a rifle.
The soldier loudly announced, “Reporting to the officer, I’m ready.”
Wolfgang nodded, and the soldier immediately took off the rifle from his back.
Handing over the magazines and some other bits and pieces to a comrade, he quickly ran over to Destin’s side and donned the protective gear that Destin had taken off.
Once the soldier was equipped and at Wolfgang’s command, he immediately launched an attack on Li Jinfang.
Youth is feared in fists; the young soldier’s strength was greater, his reactions and speed were definitely faster than those more advanced in years.
Once the young soldier had initiated the attack, Li Jinfang could only dodge and block for the time being.
Each time he found an opening and attempted to counterattack, the young soldier would have already renewed his assault, and if Li Jinfang insisted on a counter-strike, the result would only be mutual destruction.
Li Jinfang was aiming for a complete victory.
After withstanding seven or eight attacks from the soldier, he suddenly blocked two consecutive punches with his hands, squatted down, pivoted on his left leg, drew a half circle with his right leg, and swept out in a whip kick—an absolutely unexpected move in military and police combat called the sweeping leg that promptly ended the fight.
The soldier was kicked on the side of his leg, and the massive impact caused his body to spin sideways through the air, but Li Jinfang did not follow up with another strike because as his opponent fell, the outcome was decided.
When military combat moves could solve the problem, Li Jinfang would use them.
But when those were insufficient for a swift resolution, he’d resort to martial arts techniques.
Using martial arts against military combat moves might seem somewhat dishonorable, but it was incredibly effective.
Wolfgang’s eyes almost sparkled as the defeated soldier, gritting his teeth, stood up, refused assistance from others, and limped over to Wolfgang, face flushed with shame as he saluted.
Wolfgang patted his shoulder and told him to rejoin the ranks.
Wolfgang stared intently at Li Jinfang and said, “The combat art we use is called Magia Technique, which indeed melds the essences of various combat arts.
In Magia Technique, you can find elements of martial arts, Taekwondo, Judo, and Karate.
You can even see moves similar to yours within it, but why are your moves quicker?
Stronger?”
After hesitating briefly, Li Jinfang replied gravely, “They might look the same, but they’re not.
I have familial skills.
How to put it?
You train the outward aspects, while I train the inner aspects.
It might not be the best metaphor, but I don’t know how else to explain it to you.
Well, let me put it another way: you’re practicing killing techniques suited for military use, while I’m practicing martial arts more suitable for martial artists.
You call this kung fu, and that’s basically what it is.”
Wolfgang nodded repeatedly, moved a few steps closer to Li Jinfang, stood there contemplating for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Have you ever taught anyone your skills?
I mean, the more esoteric part.
What do you think is the effect?”
Li Jinfang pointed at Gao Yang and said, “Our boss, he used to be garbage at close-quarters combat.
I gave him a crash course for a month, just one month, but now, well, you could have someone test him out.” (To be continued.
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