Chapter 488 Uncle Yun's Exaggeration
After that, Paimeng was also full of questions: "Beidou said that the contestants must have a certain reputation, so what kind of opponents will we meet?" Although she didn't say anything more, from the word "famous", it can be seen that this martial arts competition must be not simple. Those who can obtain the qualification to participate must have extraordinary skills. At least if you don't make some efforts, you will not be able to win.
Paimon stood there, looking around, her eyes moving back and forth among the crowd. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and her sight finally stopped on a familiar figure. The figure was a little hunched, with a slightly hunched back, but it exuded a unique temperament that made people notice it at a glance in the crowd. Paimon excitedly pulled the two of them and walked over quickly, her steps as brisk as jumping notes.
When he got closer, Paimon greeted them warmly. "Uncle Yun, hello! Are you here to participate in the Southern Cross Fight Tournament as well?" Paimon's voice was clear and pleasant, with his usual liveliness. His sweet voice sounded particularly pleasant in the noisy crowd.
Hearing Paimeng's greeting, Uncle Yun nodded slightly, with a kind smile on his face, that smile was like the warm sun in winter, warm and kind. "That's right. Have you guys signed up?" His eyes showed his concern for Paimeng and others, as if he was treating his own juniors with kindness.
Kong shook his head and explained seriously, "We haven't had time to sign up yet. We plan to observe here first, and then sign up after learning more relevant information." His eyes scanned the crowd around him, not missing any details, trying to find some clues about the martial arts competition from these contestants, such as their fighting styles and skills they are good at, so as to prepare Kong for the next competition.
Uncle Yun listened to what Kong said, thought for a moment, and then said to them earnestly. "Is that so... But in my opinion, you'd better find out the registration rules first. You know, not just anyone can participate in the "Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament". What is emphasized here is real kung fu, and only those with strong strength can win. If you just come here to watch the fun without real skills, you will probably end up with injuries. I guess no one wants to see this result, right?" After saying this, his eyes revealed a trace of concern, and there was worry about Kong and others in his eyes, but thinking of the strength Kong had shown before, Uncle Yun also felt that Kong should be fine.
After hearing these words, Kong felt a warm feeling in his heart. He looked at Uncle Yun with gratitude and said quickly: "Uncle Yun, you are right, we will definitely consider it carefully. But Uncle Yun, you are so confident to participate, you must be extraordinary. Can you tell us about your amazing deeds?" Kong cleverly led the topic back to Uncle Yun. On the one hand, out of genuine curiosity, he was very interested in Uncle Yun's past experiences; on the other hand, he also wanted to ease the slight embarrassment caused by Paimeng's words just now and make the atmosphere harmonious again.
Uncle Yun listened and began to tell the story with great interest: "It was many years ago. The "Chihuyan Free Fighting Tournament" was a sensation. People who signed up for the competition came from all over the world, and everyone had the dream of winning the championship. The competition venue was in the open area of Chihuyan, surrounded by spectators, and the shouting was so loud that people's ears were almost deafened!" Uncle Yun was immersed in memories, with a gleam in his eyes, as if he had returned to that exciting time. His face was filled with excitement, as if the glory he had once experienced suddenly came to his mind.
"I fought my way through all the levels. In the preliminary round, I met a big guy with a physique like a small mountain. He attacked fiercely from the start, with each punch carrying the wind. Each punch contained great power, and it made a whirring sound, as if it would smash everything in front of him. But I did not show weakness. I dodged flexibly and counterattacked when I saw the opportunity. With my keen observation and agility, I cleverly avoided his attacks. I gave a beautiful side kick and hit him right on the knee. The precise kick made him stagger a little at the time. Then I took advantage of the victory and launched a series of combination punches, one after another, hitting him like a storm, and directly beat him without being able to resist, and he successfully advanced!" Uncle Yun became more and more excited as he spoke, and he danced with his hands and feet to illustrate the movements at that time. His body rose and fell with the rhythm of the battle in his memory, as if he was in the fierce competition again.
"In the rematch, my opponent was a speed player, and his punching speed was so fast that my eyes could hardly keep up. His fists came like lightning, making it impossible to defend against. But I kept my composure and used stillness to overcome movement. I focused all my attention on capturing his every subtle movement. When he attacked, I dodged as lightly as a ghost, then quickly grabbed his arm and threw him over my shoulder. With my clever skills and my own strength, I threw him upside down. The audience was boiling with excitement, and I will never forget that cheering! That overwhelming cheering seemed to overturn the entire arena." Uncle Yun's face was filled with a proud smile, and that smile was full of nostalgia for past glory.
"The final was so intense! My opponent was an experienced veteran, and we were evenly matched. After several rounds, I had a lot of bruises on my body, and the pain from the wounds was like a burning sensation, but I gritted my teeth and persisted. I poured all my energy into every attack and defense, and my clothes were soaked with sweat. At the last critical moment, I spotted the flaw in his defense, and with a flying kick, I used all my strength and hit him in the head. He fell down on the spot. The referee counted for a few seconds and ruled that I won, and I won the runner-up!" Uncle Yun said here, his chest held high, and his full sense of accomplishment was beyond words, as if he had found back the glorious moment of standing on the podium.
"In addition to the honor of the competition, there was another thing that happened later. One night, the two guys from the treasure-stealing group sneaked up to my house late at night. It was pitch black all around, and the silence was a little unsettling. I was half asleep at the time, and woke up when I heard the noise. I went out and saw, a thin man and a fat man, rummaging through things stealthily. The thin man saw me and rushed over provocatively, his eyes full of malice and contempt. I hit him in the face with a left hook. This punch condensed my years of fighting skills and strength. He staggered back two steps with a painful expression on his face. As a result, the fat man next to him actually took out a knife! The blade flashed coldly in the moonlight, which made people shudder." Uncle Yun said this with a frown, and a hint of anger in his eyes, as if he saw the two hateful members of the treasure-stealing group again.