My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1047 - 355. Young people nowadays are having too much fun, Teacher Li is totally puzzled part 2

Chapter 1047: 355. Young people nowadays are having too much fun, Teacher Li is totally puzzled part 2

"Wolf!"

Sister Pomegranate replied crisply:

"It doesn’t fit within the Three Forms, Five Elements, or Ten Images of Intention Form Fist, but the principles are the same; it mimics the movements of a frost wolf when hunting. I can’t replicate that aura, but fighting him really feels like battling a starved wolf.

Not only does it capture the ferocity and brutality, but it also includes agile and cunning footwork.

When he takes the initiative to attack, it’s mixed with the scramble of a wolf pack hunting—clearly, he’s improved upon the Freestyle Sect’s foundational Gale Fist. His attacks are relentless like the tides of the Three Rivers, and his defense is like wolves circling tightly, watching for weakness; the slightest misstep invites a bite from a counterpunch.

He also has a fairly complete set of boxing moves, which, combined with his Warrior Monk’s Qi, allows for rapid shifts between offense and defense—blocking one second, then strike with the force of a thousand pounds the next, leaving me overwhelmed."

"Hold on! Are you really describing an NPC in a game?"

Old Lee waved his hands, chuckling and crying at the same time:

"How is this even real? Young lady, I understand what you’re saying; I myself come from an Intention Form background, and you’ve described it so well that I can roughly guess what you mean. But, honestly, I can’t believe it. You’d be more believable if you told me you were creating a new style of boxing."

"Ah, you middle-aged people are really stubborn."

Sister Pomegranate sighed helplessly:

"Bull Bull, stop drinking, come and spar with Teacher Li, use the Gale Fist."

"Ah, this!"

Bull Bull got up looking bewildered.

This robust sports student glanced worriedly at Teacher Li, who also stood up; Little Brother Fu caught this movement and, shaking his head, said:

"Don’t be scared, just attack, my legs may not be strong, but dealing with a young whippersnapper like you probably won’t require them."

This was clearly a challenge.

And Bull Bull, completely oblivious, charged in, his temper flaring at being called a young whippersnapper; without another word, he performed the ritual fist salute, and then his Gale Fist strikes came down in a torrential fury.

Bull Bull’s main job as a branch of the Graveblade Guardsman was Shieldguardian, but like Sister Pomegranate, he also had a secondary job as a Warrior Monk. Because he specialized in Strength, when Bull Bull used the Gale Fist, it had an even more fearless air of invincibility than Sister Pomegranate.

Heavy punches and kicks swirled with the wind; before even considering the strength of the attack, the visual effect alone made the other customers at the food stalls cheer loudly.

They thought it was all just for show.

Of course, Bull Bull had a respectful and kind nature; even though Teacher Li had provoked him, he still controlled his strength in his strikes.

However, facing his assault, Old Lee, leaning on his cane, didn’t counterattack head-on but kept retreating. He squinted, sizing up Bull Bull’s moves, and after dodging four times in succession, he suddenly moved in close, threw his cane aside, left fist to the chest, right hand pushing and knocking Bull Bull’s chin.

With one move, he pushed him back, almost causing Bull Bull’s chin to dislocate with a crack, and the sharp pain momentarily unbalanced him, causing him to stagger back several steps before steadying himself.

The move caused Sister Pomegranate’s eyes to widen in awe, and she wished she could applaud. Bull Bull touched his chin, bewildered, his mind filled with question marks.

He had been defeated by Turner before with a dragon punch to the chin—how could he get hit in the same spot by Teacher Li in real life?

Hey, you two must have arranged this, right?

"Come on!

Watch out for the top this time!

You young people have stable lower bodies; you must have done good stake standing practice as kids, but why do you abandon defense when you attack? Leaving yourself wide open like that just tells everyone where your weakness is," Teacher Li said, apparently really getting into it.

He took off his coat and stretched his shoulders.

For the first time, he assumed a serious boxing stance, and once Bull Bull was ready, he actively advanced; for the first few moves, Bull Bull could defend, but after five, Old Lee’s boxing style suddenly changed.

From agile positioning, he switched to direct strong attacks; two or three moves had Bull Bull flustered and retreating continuously.

"Truly the foundation of Intention Form Fist," Sister Pomegranate said, arms crossed as she stood by the food stall, speaking to Little Brother Fu who had started recording on his phone and the stall owner who came to see the excitement:

"With the dragon first, then the tiger, the moves are as agile as a dragon and as fierce as a tiger, and he’s still pulling his punches. Otherwise, my little brother would have been flat on the ground two seconds ago. Grandpa really isn’t confused; if he says he’s got skills, he’s got skills."

"Is he better than you?"

Little Brother Fu quietly asked, watching Bull Bull getting thrown off balance:

"You’re national level one, isn’t he just a high school PE teacher?"

"You don’t know jack,"

Sister Pomegranate shook her head and said:

"Do you really think when he modestly says he learned a couple of things, he means he lived in obscurity? I did some research before coming. This Teacher Li is a bona fide member of the Martial Arts Association. He joined when he was 16, and when I was 17, I was still wandering around aimlessly with my little brother.

In terms of talent, I’m not even on the same level as him, and seriously, think about it—what era was it when Teacher Li was 16?

Back then, the entrance requirements of the Martial Arts Association were not as relaxed as they are now."

"But I’ve seen martial arts performances too..."

Little Brother Fu genuinely didn’t understand the field; he said in frustration:

"I just thought they looked cool."

"Ok, let me put it another way," Sister Pomegranate tilted her head and asked:

"Have you ever seen a young lady pole dancing?"

"Eh, why are you asking that."

Little Brother Fu turned his face away, feigning a "shy" expression: