Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 118 "Be water, my friend"

In the New York sewers, in the Ninja Turtles' lair.

A unique training is taking place.

The originally spacious space was now occupied by several wooden stakes, which stood at various strange and peculiar angles.

On the wooden stake.

Rango's upper body was naked, his muscular lines faintly visible in the dim light. One of his hands steadily held up a cock bowl full of clean water.

At the same time, he twists his body on the wooden stake, completing a series of difficult martial arts moves, while ensuring that the water in the bowl in his hand does not spill.

However, Rango, who had never learned these martial arts moves, soon stumbled and almost fell off the wooden stake.

Fortunately, he was quick-witted and used his other foot to steady his body in time.

But the rooster bowl that had been held horizontally was not so lucky. The violent shaking just now caused most of the water in the bowl to spill out.

Snapped--!
Almost at the same time, a thorn whip came like lightning, adding another shocking bloody mark on Rango's already scarred back.

"Fuck."

He grimaced in pain and couldn't help complaining to the expressionless Rat Master holding a whip in front of him: "Are you training me or torturing me? I have never been injured as much as I have in these few days!"

"I'm not good at preaching, so I have to use this to teach you a lesson." Master Mouse looked stern and said indifferently, "And didn't you hear them on TV? Broken bones are the best textbooks."

“I haven’t seen it.”

Rango secretly complained in his heart, silently refilled the bowl with water, jumped onto the plum blossom pile again, and continued to practice the water-carrying skill.

It was as if old man Splinter thought he had never seen Snake in the Eagle's Shadow and Drunken Master. From the first time he came here to learn martial arts, all he received was the weird acrobatic training in old Hong Kong movies.

Even the rooster bowl is an exact replica!

After he successfully completed the tasks of knitting a sweater on a unicycle and doing a handstand on a rocking chair, the old man arranged various acrobatic events for him.

Things like handstand push-ups, headstands, standing ab wheels and the like are just a piece of cake for Rango, who has a [Dragon Body] and [Iron Bones] and can do them easily.

But then Master Mouse discovered that although his physical strength was invincible, his sense of balance and reaction speed were somewhat poor, so he arranged various other trainings for him.

For example, he needs to place a bowl of water on the back of his hand and quickly change hands to catch it. If the bowl falls to the ground, he will be whipped. Or, while doing upside-down sit-ups, he needs to take water from the bucket below and pour it into the bucket above his head. If the bucket is not filled within the specified time, he will be whipped again. There is also a 100-meter push-up walk. If he exceeds the time limit, he will be whipped again.

What made Rango feel the most painful was the previous Zhama training. Not only were hundreds of kilograms of barbells weighing hundreds of kilograms on his arms stretched forward, but bowls of water were also placed on various joints of the body to train balance. The most terrifying thing was that there was a stick of incense under his buttocks, just a few centimeters away from his crotch.

If he slacked off for a moment, his crotch would catch fire even without Master Rat's whip.

After these days of torture, Rango now just wants to go to Hong Kong Island in person to ask the Jackie Chan in this world how he developed these torturous martial arts training!
What made him even more depressed was that he was training hard here, but on the other side, except for the big eater who had to carry several tons of weight to increase his endurance, the rest of the team were very comfortable.

These guys were eating pizza and playing poker, and from time to time they looked over at him to watch the show.

But he really had no choice, as these guys were almost all super-powered with long-range abilities, and only Rango was a poor melee fighter and tank, so he needed to hone his fighting skills and martial arts.

On the sofa, Amanda took a big bite of the pizza with the most cheese and sausage, and chewed with her mouth puffed out as she looked at Clary, who was standing beside her with her chin supported by her hands, staring at Rango intently.

Seeing her crazy look, Amanda said with a smile, "I really can't figure out what you like about Rango. Apart from his good looks and some money, I can't think of any other advantages of his."

Clare replied without even turning her head: "Maybe this is love. You know, love always makes people do some crazy things."

"But you like a man who has a girlfriend." Amanda emphasized, straightened Clare's head, and said seriously: "If you just want to find an exciting partner, it's okay, but if it's a husband, Rango is definitely the worst choice. Don't forget, he has been planted with the seven deadly sins of lust, and his belt will fall off if you touch it."

Clare seemed unconcerned and shrugged, "Anyway, I'm still young. It's not strange to seek excitement at this age. At worst, when I get older, I can find an honest man like my mom and my stepfather." Hearing this, Amanda was stunned and said, "I finally know where your twisted view of love comes from."

At the same time, Rango had successfully completed the last acrobatic martial arts training assigned by the Mouse Master. He jumped lightly from the wooden stake, stretched his muscles, and felt a sense of accomplishment.

It has to be said that these seemingly acrobatic exercises have indeed brought about subtle but significant changes to his body. Others may not be able to see it, but he himself can feel that his limbs are more flexible and his sense of balance has greatly improved.

"OK, now can we get serious?"

Rango looked at the Rat Master in front of him warily, then spread his legs forward and backward, slightly bent his knees, and put his fists in a boxing stance with left front and right back.

Then, he swung his arms down alternately with his fists clenched, and raised them quickly like a bullet loaded into a chamber, and shouted excitedly to Master Mouse: "What martial arts do you want to teach me today? Hung Fist, Xingyi, Baji, or Bancasura?"

In the past few days, as long as he completed the day's acrobatic training, the mouse master Splinter would give him a few more practical lessons.

And each time he uses different styles of oriental martial arts, and Rango cannot use any special abilities, and can only rely on the boxing and free fighting techniques he learned in the past to fight against him.

According to Splinter, getting beaten is the quickest way to master boxing skills.

But the result was hard to judge. He couldn't resist Splinter's unique force techniques and strange attack methods, but this rat master who was proficient in martial arts also couldn't withstand his physical strength which was enhanced countless times by [Dragon Body].

In short, although Splinter's martial arts skills can hit him at all kinds of incredible angles every time, they can't break his defense at all. But with Rango's physical strength, Splinter's defense will be broken and he will be repelled with just one hit.

But Rango did not become arrogant because of this, because the enemies he would encounter in the future would only be stronger than the old man Splinter.

Therefore, he was eager to integrate the essence of Eastern martial arts he had learned, and then combine the speed of the [sports car head] with the power of the [dragon body] to build an impeccable close combat system.

By then, he couldn't even imagine how strong his close combat ability would be!
Facing Rango's expectant eyes, Splinter smiled slightly, put down the whip in his hand, and did not rush to attack as usual. Instead, he asked in a calm manner: "During this period of time, I have used more than ten kinds of martial arts to fight against you. Which of them do you think are most suitable for you?"

Rango was slightly stunned when he heard this. He put down his boxing stance, thought for a long time, and replied, "Hongquan, Baji and Xingyi, yes. Oh, and there's also the Southeast Asian martial arts Bancasula that focuses on grappling."

Master Mouse nodded slightly. These martial arts were based on big movements and heavy power, which were indeed very suitable for Rango.

He then asked, "Have you figured out the routines of these boxing techniques in these days?"

Rango pondered and replied, "It's about the same. It's mainly a matter of strength. The so-called boxing routines are actually all learned from beating people. The moves in actual combat are far less complicated than what you teach. For example, the covering hand, chopping hand, and piercing hand in Hung Gar may sound complicated, but they are just small techniques for getting close to each other."

Splinter nodded approvingly and added, "Your analysis is very good. Compared with Western fighting techniques, Eastern martial arts pay more attention to the application and release of force, such as Bajiquan."

"All the moves of Bajiquan, when added together, are actually about pulling the person into your arms and pushing your fists and elbows outwards, like two cars crashing into each other."

"Those who can send someone flying with one punch, although they look impressive, have much less lethality. After sending someone flying, the punch force is actually lost, and the enemy can easily escape. Therefore, Baji is usually performed with the legs hooked and fixed in the arms. As long as you understand these eight words, whether you know Baji or not is actually not important at all."

He took a sip of the teacup he had picked up from the sewer in Chinatown and continued, "As a superpower, your speed and strength are far beyond that of normal people. These martial arts may not be of much use to ordinary people, but they are definitely more than just icing on the cake for you."

"If you can practice Xingyiquan to the point where your body is like a spring and your fist is like a cannon, any of your strikes will have penetrating power. Add to that the Bangkasura technique that focuses on grappling joints, and I believe no one in this world can be your opponent."

Hearing this, Rango smiled bitterly, sat on the ground and said, "I didn't learn these to fight ordinary people. I have a feeling that the enemies I will encounter in the future will only become stronger and stronger. Maybe I will encounter a guy whose speed and strength are far beyond my own."

Hearing this, Splinter nodded slightly, with a deep light in his eyes: "You need to empty your mind, formless and invisible, just like water."

He raised his eyelids, his eyes sparkling as he said, "When you pour water into a cup, it becomes a cup; when you pour water into a bottle, it becomes a bottle. Water can flow slowly or rush violently. Remember, fight like water."

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After listening to this, Rango couldn't help but frown.

Wait, didn’t this old guy just say that he’s not good at preaching?

(End of this chapter)