Looking at their appearance, Xu Jingming guessed what these young people were thinking, and said with a smile: "I have read your information. Now there are eleven people in the Jiangnan Provincial Team who use spears. They are all here this time. There are three of you.

He is a high school student and was specially recruited. Let the three little guys come first, wearing armor."

In martial arts competitions, you must wear armor, a helmet, and even a neck protector.

Cold weapon fighting does not require a front attack and is wrapped with buffer material, but the impact is still terrifying. Without professional equipment, people will die.

Xu Jingming also wore armor and a helmet, looking at the team members through the facial mesh.

"Everyone come into the arena." Xu Jingming held a long gun and walked into the arena along the iron gate. Eleven team members and the team leader Coach Liu also walked in.

"Everyone else is standing aside. Feng Yu will come first, and Liu Hao will prepare." Xu Jingming said.

There should be only two opponents in the regular competition ring, but this is just a guidance battle, with an area of ​​20 meters by 20 meters... For Xu Jingming, there is no need for such a big place to give guidance to the provincial team members, so let

Other team members also came in to watch. There was no barbed wire obstruction in the venue, so they could watch more clearly.

"I've seen it all clearly. If your marksmanship is half as good as Coach Xu's, you will be able to enter the World Martial Arts Competition." Team leader Liu Chongyuan said. The other team members also held their breath and watched carefully. They saw the gun devil Xu Jingming at close range.

It is also very rare for a master to take action.

A young man, also wearing armor and holding a spear, walked across from Xu Jingming, ten meters away from each other.

"Referee system, turn on." Xu Jingming said.

Light and shadow descended from the top of the ring, condensing into a huge face looking down, and said: "The game begins."

Nowadays, martial arts competitions are all equipped with intelligent referees. The intelligent referee cameras can slow down the process a thousand times and can accurately judge penalties. So far, they have never made any mistakes.

"Come on." Xu Jingming looked at the immature boy 'Feng Yu'. High school students who were specially recruited were generally relatively weak. They were specially recruited and focused on training because they had great potential.

"Coach, be careful. When I participated in the competition, many players couldn't catch my shot." Feng Yu, a young boy, was quite confident.

"If you have the ability, you should meet me first," Xu Jingming teased.

Feng Yu stepped forward confidently, extremely fast and fiercely. He rushed forward in just a few steps, and the momentum of his forward thrust turned into a thrust with the spear in his hand, which made a whistling sound in the air.

Feng Yu has to practice this advanced spear thrust five hundred times every day, and he goes all out for each thrust. He started practicing spear spear practice when he was twelve years old. In five years, this spear thrust is now as fast as an afterimage.

It can pierce thick iron armor! Even if the gun is used for competition, the head is rounded and wrapped with a buffer layer, but the impact force is still over 800 kilograms.

"Boom!" The sound of the stabbing spear tearing through the wind could be clearly heard, but Xu Jingming only took a step back.

The spearhead stopped twenty centimeters away from Xu Jingming, without touching Xu Jingming at all.

"Huh?" Feng Yu was slightly startled, and immediately changed his spear technique, turning it into a circle of spears. The tip of the spear pointed at Xu Jingming.

Every click of the spear head was a threatening attack, but Xu Jingming was like a civet cat, simply moving, making all the spears miss.

"A high school student in the provincial team." Xu Jingming thought of himself back then, how immature he was back then.

"Didn't he have a serious leg injury and weak footwork? Why can't I touch him? The difference is only twenty or thirty centimeters every time?" Feng Yu was unwilling to attack again and again. His marksmanship was dazzling, but he couldn't touch Xu Jingming.

Every cent.

After waiting for dozens of shots, Xu Jingming, who had been moving, took action for the first time. He raised the spear in his hand and touched the spear thrust out by Feng Yunu. The shadow of the spear in Xu Jingming's hand blurred for a moment, and a terrifying explosive force suddenly erupted.

.

"Bang!"

The low impact sound was the sound of the barrel of a gun impacting, and the spear in Feng Yu's hand was thrown directly away.

Feng Yu's eyes widened, and his hands holding the gun were trembling. He stared blankly at the spear that fell to the ground in the distance: "I have a grip strength of at least 200 kilograms with one hand, how can I let it go with just one touch?"

Just now, he was holding a spear with both hands, and the gun barrel only collided once. His hands went numb, and the spear flew out.

"It's a bit fancy. Your footwork is weak and your marksmanship is average." Xu Jingming commented that this kind of opponent is not worthy of him wearing armor, but there is no room for carelessness in martial arts competitions. If you are careless, you may regret it for the rest of your life.

"I don't know much about marksmanship." Liu Chongyuan, the team coach on the side, laughed, "But this kid's footwork is weak. In our eyes, it's like slow motion."

Feng Yu looked at Xu Jingming with some confusion: "Coach, even if my footwork is weak, I am holding a two-meter-long spear and I can't touch you no matter what?"

"Your arm and spear are only so long. The maximum attack distance is fixed." Xu Jingming explained, "Based on your pace, you can determine the maximum range that your spear can reach. As long as you keep the distance, you can

So that you can't touch it at all. This is the basic skill of professional players."

"Is the maximum attack distance fixed? If you keep the distance, you can't touch him?" Feng Yu murmured. He had felt it just now. Xu Jingming moved easily, but he couldn't touch him even though he tried his best with his marksmanship.

"The essence of footwork is, first, nerve response, second, grasp of space, and third, control of body balance." Xu Jingming said, "You are very rough in these three aspects. As your coach Liu said, your footwork

, in the eyes of professionals, it’s like slow motion.”

"This guy was just recruited into the provincial team after the college entrance examination." Liu Chongyuan said from the side, "He is a wild guy, so he needs to practice his steps very hard."

Feng Yulian asked: "Coach Xu, what are the problems with my marksmanship?"

His footwork is weak, he recognizes it.

But his marksmanship is what he is most confident about.

"Your marksmanship... Strictly speaking, only the first stabbing shot, where all the energy of the body's forward thrust is concentrated in that one shot, can be considered to be at a professional level. Other aspects such as stabbing, splitting, blocking, etc. are all good."

Very weak." Xu Jingming said, weapons fighting is not just a game, it is the most dangerous fighting, and serious injuries and disabilities occasionally occur. Since I am their coach, I have to explain their problems clearly.

The other ten team members all felt Xu Jingming's pressure and were eager to try.

…

"Bang." The spear in the second high school student's hand was thrown away the moment it came into contact with Xu Jingming's spear. Even if he was prepared, tried hard to hold it tightly, and tried hard to release the force, it was useless.

…

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"...

One long spear after another was thrown away one after another!

The provincial team members were stunned.

Including the two veteran players Huang Feng and Zhang Qi who had participated in the national training team, none of them had the power to fight back in front of Xu Jingming.

Among them, only Zhang Qi allowed Xu Jingming to fire two shots! The first shot knocked the spear out of Zhang Qi's hand, but Zhang Qi tried hard to hold the spear and did not fly out, but the door was still wide open. Xu Jingming's second shot

The gun stabbed Zhang Qi in the chest. The impact caused the armor to light up in red. Zhang Qi lost!

The other team members, including Xu Jingming, only fired one shot! And it was a defensive shot. The spears of those team members were thrown away and they couldn't hold it at all.

"Is this the Gun Demon?"

"It has been nearly thirty years since the World Martial Arts Competition was held. In terms of marksmanship, Xu Jingming is recognized to be in the top ten of all professional players in history. Although I had imagined it, it was only after fighting that I realized that the gap was too big!"

"The gun demon Xu Jingming's most famous trick is the 'Shadowless Thorn', but there is no need to use that trick when facing us."

"If my marksmanship can reach even half of his, it will be enough to enter the World Martial Arts Competition."

The eyes of these team members were excited and enthusiastic.

Only by personal experience can we understand how terrifying the top ten marksmen in history are. They even think that the gun demon Xu Jingming should still maintain his peak strength, and may even be stronger than his peak!

Two hours later.

"In today's preliminary training, I believe everyone is aware of their own shortcomings." Xu Jingming looked at the provincial team members. They were all excited and enthusiastic, and felt that this training was really worth it.

"In the next nine days, we will focus on one basic training every day. When the training is over, you will have to practice more every day when you go back. Marksmanship requires years of practice. The strength of the whole body will naturally be transferred into each shot, which requires understanding.

It also requires hard practice." Xu Jingming said.

"Yes, coach." All eleven team members responded in unison, obviously all of them were convinced and admired Xu Jingming.

"Okay, disband." Xu Jingming nodded.

"You guys take the car back to the hotel first." Team leader Liu Chongyuan ordered from the side.

"Okay." Each of these team members put down their weapons and left together in twos and threes.

"Ah Chen, take Coach Liu to sit down for a while." Xu Jingming said, "Big Bear, I'm covered in sweat, so I'll go take a shower and change clothes first. We'll meet you downstairs later. The barbecue restaurant next to our fighting gym is mine.

One of my favorite barbecue restaurants in Binhai City.”

"Oh? Then I have to try it." Liu Chongyuan, who is as big as a bear, is also looking forward to it. Professional players like them train a lot and eat a lot, and they all like meat.

Xu Jingming hurriedly went to take a shower and trained for two hours. Although he was a coach, Xu Jingming's whole body was already soaked. But he was also used to martial arts training. His clothes were soaked and squeezed dry, and then squeezed dry again.

Very common thing.

…

After Xu Jingming finished rinsing, he changed into short-sleeved pants and shorts and walked out. He saw a middle-aged man smoking outside the door.

"Brother, why are you here?" Xu Jingming said with a surprised smile. The man in front of him is named Fang Xinglong, and he is the owner of the Starry Sky Fighting Gym! The Starry Sky Fighting Gym is a first-class fighting gym in Binhai City, with a construction area of ​​more than 11,000 square meters. Xu Jingming is a professional martial arts player.

But it's not such a big deal, he was invited to be the owner.

Fang Xinglong's main business is selling liquor. He is a boss worth billions. He loves fighting with martial arts weapons and is willing to spend money. He is quite famous in the martial arts circle and is under the name of "Fierce Tiger" Liu Hai.

It has been nearly thirty years since the establishment of the World Martial Arts Competition, and Liu Hai has been the head coach of the national team for twenty years. Most of the national team members have to call him master.

Liu Hai was already forty-five years old at the time of the first World Martial Arts Competition. As an older generation of martial arts masters, he was ecstatic to discover such competitions. He entered five consecutive World Martial Arts Competitions, competing with athletes from all over the world.

Masters, let’s fight! In the early days, because the protection rules were not perfect, it was more dangerous than the current competition. Liu Hai took third place twice, second place twice, and first place in the world once! After winning the first place in the world, he announced his retirement.

He served as the head coach of the national team when he was 50 years old and announced his retirement when he was 70 years old.

Xu Jingming was the main force of the national team back then and was also Liu Hai's disciple. Fang Xinglong was an amateur player, but he loved fighting very much and tried every means to become Liu Hai's disciple.
Chapter completed!