Chapter 43 Please Guide Me in Practice

"Mr. Sun Wuben!" Mark patted his huge, well-developed and bulging chest muscles, and made a fist with both hands, making a movement to show the strength of the biceps, "Have you seen that my muscles are all solid?" Real power is not like tricks like yours, I believe that no matter what kind of tricks are used, they will be smashed to pieces when they encounter real bullets."

Sun Wuben stood loosely, hooked a finger towards Mark, and said lazily: "Let's start!"

"very good!"

Mark became excited, and just when Sun Wuben thought he would make a move, he saw him holding his fists high and turning his body to demonstrate like a boxer greeting the media and audience before a match until he finished the whole move. Cai crossed his arms and looked at Sun Wuben.

"Okay, I'm ready, are you ready for your tricks, don't worry, just prepare, I can afford to wait, anyway, I believe that no matter how clever your tricks are, they will be crushed by my real strength .”

Sun Wuben was speechless: "I am not a trick."

"I know you won't admit it, but that's not the point. The point is whether you're ready. Don't lose and say you're not ready."

"I don't need to prepare...well, I've already prepared and I'll just wait for you." Sun Wuben said lazily, facing this Mark, he felt like facing Satan in Dragon Ball.

"very good!"

Mark stepped on boxing steps, jumped to the front of Sun Wu himself, and then punched Sun Wuben with a straight punch.

a finger.

I saw Sun Wuben move his hand, stretch out a finger, and block in front of him.

Mark's straight fist hit the fingertips of this finger, and it stopped suddenly. Mark's punch only hit three quarters, and the remaining distance was completely blocked by the finger, and he couldn't make an inch. Mark's eyes were like light bulbs, and then he retracted his fist, and the other fist also slammed.

It was still the same hand, but this time Sun Wuben didn't extend his fingers, but opened his palm and grabbed Mark's fist in his palm.

"ah!"

Mark suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream.

"what happened?"

"Senior Brother Mark's fist was caught by him, but there is no need to scream like this. Could it be that Mr. Sun Wuben's grip is too strong, and it hurts Brother Mark's fist?"

...

Sun Wuben loosened his five fingers, Mark withdrew his fist, retreated three steps in succession, and screamed 'pain' repeatedly while shaking his fist. After a while, he put down his fist and looked at Sun Wuben in horror.

"Sure enough!" Mark opened his hippopotamus-like mouth and shouted, "It really is a trick, what kind of hidden weapon is hidden in your palm? It's so hateful, it hurts me to death!"

"My hand has no hidden weapon. It's because your strength is too weak to practice well." Sun Wuben said indifferently, the hand that was raised in the air did not withdraw, but opened its palm.

"It seems that there is really nothing!"

"There's nothing hidden in his palm!" The disciples all around were discussing.

"Hmph! Don't think that I, Mark, will make a mistake." Mark shouted, "Since it's a trick, how can I let you see, oh, it's really painful, Sun Wuben, you can't use the trick just now, it's too insidious .”

"Come on, I won't hurt your fist anymore." Sun Wuben was listless, if he didn't want to help grandpa, he would have left long ago when he met such a person.

"Well, you must not use it anymore, or I, Mark, will admit defeat." Mark rested for a while, and then danced boxing steps, slowly approaching Sun Wuben, but this time he was obviously a lot more careful, surrounded by Sun Wuben turned around twice without punching, and when he turned to Sun Wuben's back in the third circle, he threw his fist violently and blasted at Sun Wuben's back.

"Don't think I can't see you because you are behind me."

A hand appeared in front of Mark's fist again, and at some point Sun Wuben had turned around, and his palm grabbed Mark's fist again.

"You agreed not to use that trick again." Mark roared in horror.

"I didn't use any force, your fist shouldn't be very painful." Sun Wuben said lightly.

"Huh?" Mark finally realized that this time he was grabbed by the opponent's fist, and there was really no pain. He laughed, and then pumped his fist, and the laughter froze again immediately, as if the fist couldn't be pulled out.

"Well, Mark, if you can pull out your fist, or let my body move half a point, I will lose." Sun Wuben said with a smile.

"Bastard!" Mark roared, "It's too humiliating." He roared and drew his fists again and again, but the fist seemed to have taken root in Sun Wuben's palm. Not the slightest wobble.

Once, twice, three times...

Mark yelled again and again and tried frantically, it was useless, all useless, and in the end he smoked for half a minute without pulling Sun Wu's body.

"Bastard, you're using tricks again, it's disgusting!" Mark roared.

"Tricks are all tricks, and in the face of real strength, all tricks are just clouds." Sun Wuben's voice became cold, "It seems that you are not smart at all, but you think you are smart, anyway, in order to make you sober, I will take you Play a windmill."

With a lift of his arm, Sun Wuben grabbed Mark's fist, threw him up, and then swung a circle above his head like a fan.

Not only was Mark so frightened that he let out a scream of horror.

All the apprentices stared, Sun Wusheng was also dumbfounded, and soon he realized: "Wu Ben, be merciful! Don't throw it out." Swinging the circle like this, letting go and throwing it out, it is conceivable that Mark is half gone even if he is not dead. life.

"It's okay, Grandpa, this is just a trick in Mark's eyes, and I also want to try how Master Mark can break my trick."

"I give up, I give up!" Mark roared in horror, "Mr. Sun Wuben, I, Mark, give up, don't throw me out!"

"Why admit defeat? It's just a trick, a blindfold!" Sun Wuben's voice gradually turned cold. If he hadn't considered that the No. 18 fighting skill dojo would rely on Mark to support him, he really wanted this foolish boy to lie down in the hospital for a few days. Months, let him sober up, is it a trick.

"It's not a trick, I admit defeat, admit defeat!" Mark yelled anxiously, his life was at stake, and he was still stubborn. Isn't that crazy.

"It's really boring!" Sun Wuben's swinging speed decreased rapidly, and finally slowed down, and finally threw Mark out gently.

I saw Mark get up, but he staggered like he was drunk, walked half a step, and fell to the ground again. He was much smarter this time, and lay on the ground for a long time, dizzy and dizzy in his head. The pain in his body almost disappeared before he got up.

"Good trick, good trick!" Mark grinned and shouted.

"The magic designed by Mr. Sun Wuben is too powerful. It already has real combat power. It is worthy of being a top student in the northern capital. Only the top elites of the four universities can use high technology to invent such a powerful trick." Mark's eyes bulged Zhuo Guang said, "Mr. Sun Wuben, I wonder if you can teach us this trick?"

Sun Wuben only felt that the veins on his temples were throbbing. Although this Mark is not Mr. Satan in Dragon Ball, except for the different names, the rest are almost printed from the same mold.

"This is martial arts. If you practice martial arts to break through the gate, you will have my strength, not high-tech." Sun Wuben said coldly, no matter how much he wanted to help Sun Wusheng support the No. 18 fighting skill dojo, he was full of interest at this moment remove.

"Mr. Sun Wuben, please teach me martial arts!"

"Um?"

Sun Wuben looked over and saw the tile splitting boy bent over, bowing ninety degrees.

"Mr. Sun Wuben, please teach me how to practice!" Piwa boy begged, and being provoked by this boy, all the boys from all around immediately walked up to Sun Wu himself, bowing and saluting.

"Mr. Sun Wuben, please guide me in my cultivation!"

"Please guide me to practice!"

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"You..." Mark's face suddenly turned ugly.