Chapter 26 Wu Erlang, the Winged Tiger

He has a majestic figure and a handsome appearance. His eyes are like cold stars and his eyebrows are as dark as painted.

He has a tiger back and a slim waist, and his arms seem to have the strength of a thousand pounds; when he opens his mouth, his voice is loud and clear, like the ringing of a bronze bell.

"Greetings to the county lord, greetings to all the brothers!"

Anyone who sees it will have to say "good man"!
Suddenly, Song Jiang's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself: "I have traveled all over the country and never met such a hero, but he got there first..."

County Magistrate Shi clapped his hands suddenly and said, "What a man! Are you Wu Song? Doctor Cao recommended you to me as the head of this county. I was a little worried before, but now I see that you are really a good man. You can take office tomorrow. However, whether you can control your subordinates depends on your own ability."

"The county magistrate thinks highly of Wu Song, and Wu Song will not disappoint him." Wu Song clasped his fists in a clean and neat manner.

"That depends on how capable you are. Your looks won't cut it."

Captain Lei Heng stood up, stared at Wu Erlang with his tiger eyes, and said with a grim smile: "To prevent people from gossiping and bringing shame to the county lord, I, Lei Heng, will test your foundation."

Lei Heng was seven feet five inches tall, with a purple complexion, a fan-shaped beard, and a ferocious look.

As he stood up, his murderous aura was directed at Wu Song, which stimulated Cao Jie so much that he got goose bumps all over his body.

"Lei Heng, the Winged Tiger, Lei Dutou, I have long heard of your great name."

Facing the evil spirit, Wu Song calmly bowed and said calmly: "Although I, Wu Song, have no reputation in the martial arts world, I am quite skilled in fists, kicks and clubs. Captain Lei, be careful."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lei Heng laughed loudly like thunder: "Let's go, there's no room here, let's go to the training ground."

County Magistrate Shi was not interested in the fighting and fistfighting. He put his hands behind his back and said, "I have had enough wine and food, so you can have fun. But there is a rule: don't hurt anyone."

Having said that, he left the banquet.

Cao Jie sent a big bottle of medicine today. If it satisfies his old wife, it would be great if he could take a concubine.

For a moment, the corners of his mouth raised, and even his steps became lighter.

At the parade ground next to the Yuncheng County government office, hundreds of yamen runners and militiamen gathered, waiting for the fight to begin.

There is a poem praising it:

When the stars from the sky came to the world, one of them was extremely powerful. The leading hero was Lei Heng. He had strong fists and powerful arms, and his kicks were as fast as lightning.

The heroes of rivers and seas are brave and valiant, jumping over walls and crossing streams with ease. Who dares to compete with them? The Shandong winged tiger is famous all over the world.

Lei Heng was able to secure his position as captain, and earned the nickname "Flying Tiger". He also made friends with Song Jiang, Chao Gai and others, so naturally he had excellent martial arts skills.

Cao Jie has now reached the realm of minor success in refining the essence, and his skin, flesh, tendons, bones and internal organs have all been mastered. However, he is still so stimulated by the murderous aura of this man that his hair stands on end. It can be seen that he, the Winged Tiger who is ranked 25th in the Tiangang, has definitely reached the realm of major success in refining the essence.

As for Zhu Tong next to him, Cao Jie couldn't see clearly. He just felt that he was very creepy when he squinted at him.

But Song Jiang did not have that sense of danger.

At the training ground, Song Sanlang's eyes were filled with concern and he said with deep emotion: "Both brothers are heroes, so stop when it's time and don't hurt each other."

"Don't worry, Brother Gongming!" Lei Heng responded.

Wu Song didn't say anything, but just bowed to Song Jiang.

"Wu Song, take my punch."

The winged tiger leaped up and pounced on the enemy in an instant.

Later, Sun Lutang of the Republic of China recorded in his book "Xingyi Xuzhen" that Guo Yunshen jumped three meters away in the tiger-fighting form. He jumped nine meters away, which is equivalent to a man being a tiger.

When a tiger jumps over a ravine, each leap is about ten meters.

Lei Heng's pounce and movement were like a tiger crossing a stream, and his eyes contained the aura of the king of beasts.

He pounced forward and punched out with both hands in succession, with long punches going straight in.

When you attack someone, you must first be brave. Once you have the upper hand, you will have a suppressive advantage. As he pounced, he threw a series of punches, all of which were aimed at Wu Song's face. At the same time, he raised his right leg and stepped hard on Wu Song's instep.

Dark and cruel, this is how the people in the underworld fight.

In "Kung Fu", Ah Sing steps on the instep of Fire Cloud Evil God, which has a similar effect.

If Wu Song was stepped on, even if his instep bone was not broken, he would suffer considerable damage.

He hit from top to bottom, quickly, accurately and fiercely, not giving even half a second to breathe.

The vicious tiger wants to eat people.

Wu Song remained extremely calm and countered each move.

When it comes to leg skills, how could he be afraid of Lei Heng?

The Jade Ring Step and the Mandarin Duck Kick were already superb. Unfortunately, I didn't drink today, so my fighting power was slightly insufficient.

If he was 70% or 80% drunk, Wu Song's fighting style would not be to counter each opponent's moves. It would be like a tiger more ferocious than a winged tiger coming down the mountain to eat people.

For martial artists who practice the beast-form boxing, it is better to grasp the meaning than the form.

The ancients practiced martial arts, observed animals, and created boxing. They did not simply imitate the animals' movements, but rather imitated the animals' mood at that moment, such as the lightness of a monkey when jumping, the ferocity of a tiger when pouncing on its prey, and the steadiness of a bear when walking.

Taking the key step out of the artistic conception is to enter the hall of superior boxing.

Although Cha Chi Hu understood the meaning of this, he was still some steps behind Wu Song.

After a series of fierce fights, Lei Heng was unable to do anything to Wu Song, and he began to get angry.

Another tiger pounced, leaving a trail of afterimage in the setting sun. After approaching Wu Song, its back muscles bulged, and it swung its forearms quickly, punching out like lightning. The fist burst out so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

You can't overuse your punches. You can only use eight out of ten of your strength. There must be room for maneuver.

Lei Heng was too impatient, and Wu Song seized his weakness in an instant. He moved close to him with a Yuhuan step, twisted his leg, and struck out with both hands in a series of strikes, hitting him right in the chest.

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

The Winged Tiger's blood rushed to its chest, and it took a dozen steps backward, leaving a trail of footprints on the mud, before it managed to steady itself.

"Concession!"

After all, it was just a competition, not a life-and-death fight, so Wu Song tried to show mercy and stepped back.

But Lei Heng's purple face kept twitching, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Use your weapons, and defeat me, Lei Heng, with my Tiger Wing Knife first."

"Old Lei."

Zhu Tong wanted to persuade Lei Heng, but Lei Heng would never listen to him.

Even when Song Jiang wanted to step forward to stop him, Lei Heng waved his hand to stop him.

This is a case of losing one's mind and losing one's temper.

"Erlang, I am not as good as you in martial arts, so I will not say much. You should be careful in everything and don't lose the big picture because of small mistakes and hurt yourself." Cao Jie handed a whistle stick to Wu Song.

Among all the weapons including swords, spears, sticks and clubs, Wu Song is most proficient in using a whistle stick.

Wu Song took it and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, brother. Wu Song knows what's going on."

The fight between Lei Heng and Wu Song with swords and sticks was different from their previous fight with fists and feet.

After a few exchanges of blows, the battle became extremely dangerous, so neither of them dared to hold back and used all their skills. Both weapons were filled with murderous aura and the battle situation was extremely dangerous.

Cao Jie was terrified by what he saw.

As a modern man, he has never risked his life.

The two sides fought quickly and fought for thirty to fifty rounds in a short while.

Lei Heng's hands were shaking. At this moment he realized that the Wu Erlang in front of him was simply a pervert. His strength was perverted, his stamina was perverted, and his footwork was even more perverted.

It was just that his skills with the weapon in his hands were not good enough, which allowed him to hold on for so long.

He wanted to admit defeat, but he couldn't step down.

For people in the underworld, face is more important than life.

The battle was in full swing. Song Jiang and Zhu Tong wanted to persuade them again, but they no longer had the ability to stop the fight.

One dragon can separate two tigers, only the dragon can separate the two fighting tigers.

If you are not strong enough and rashly join the battlefield, you will definitely get hurt.

In a flash, without giving his opponent a chance to breathe, Wu Song stepped forward and struck him with a stick. Lei Heng gritted his teeth and raised his sword to block, but unexpectedly, the stick suddenly retracted halfway down, and the tail of the stick hit Lei Heng's lower abdomen.

Lei Heng was severely exhausted, and he had also taken several punches from Wu Song before, so he couldn't help but be unable to keep up.

This time, Song Jiang screamed in shock.

The next second, Wu Song suddenly retracted the whistle stick in his hand, and it collided with the ghost-head knife again.

Suddenly, Lei Heng's palm cracked, and the ghost-head knife flew up out of his control, while the whistle stick in Wu Song's hand broke into several sections and could no longer be used.

Throwing away the broken whistle stick in his hand, Wu Song bowed and said, "Captain Lei, your sword fell to the ground, and my whistle stick was damaged. How about we call it a draw?"

Lei Heng was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. After hearing Wu Song's words, he swallowed his saliva and said, "I lost, and you are still better in skills. I, Lei Heng, am not unwilling to lose. I am convinced."

After saying that, he gritted his teeth, turned around and walked out of the training ground. His back was lonely, like a defeated tiger...

(End of this chapter)