On Sunday afternoon, Yan Xiaoling was still lying in bed, but she had changed her posture. She chose to sit back and put her laptop on her lap.
"Brahman, Brahman, are you sure?" She glanced at the laptop, took out her phone and quickly sent a message to Brahman.
"Brahman" said with an emoji of "the biggest joke in the world", "Anyway, that 'Lush Self-Generating Light' just posted that 'Qi Dao Video Website' has a live broadcast and bought the copyright from Songcheng TV Station. She even got the trailer before, so this kind of small thing shouldn't be wrong, right? It's so annoying. The website is so laggy and slow. It hasn't buffered yet! "
After hearing Brahman's words, Yan Xiaoling, who had just woken up, continued to look for the live broadcast on QiDao Video Website. After a few minutes, she finally found the words "Hongluo Martial Arts School VS Songcheng University Martial Arts Club" in the corner of the "preliminaries" sub-page. There were also two entries for TV Station Commentator and Website Commentator.
Yan Xiaoling's hand slipped and chose "Website Commentator". After a long buffering time, she finally saw the tatami-covered ground of the martial arts school. She saw the members of Songcheng University Martial Arts Club walking out in a line and kneeling separately. She saw the leader, Lou Cheng.
The broadcasting rights of the first stage of the preliminaries were sold by the organizing committee to the TV station of each division, and the TV station took back part of the funds from the video website. The funds that flowed to the organizing committee would eventually be used to pay for the fighters' insurance, the running cost of the competition, and the broadcasting share of the quarterfinals.
— — Because there was no registration limit, it was impossible to get a share of the profits once the competition started. That way, most of the fighters would scam the funds. Only after seven or eight competitions and reaching the top eight of the division would be qualified to profit from the preliminaries.
"Hey, it's true!" Yan Xiaoling sent a message to Brahman happily.
Brahman replied quickly, "I saw it too. My idol is becoming more and more popular! Ahhhhh, I'm going to post the link to the Longhu Club forum and show them! "
The two girls were busy for a while. They watched the live broadcast again nervously and excitedly, waiting for the competition to start.
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Two minutes before three o 'clock, Zhao Qiang, Qiu Zhigao, and Zhang Jingye finally beat the weekend traffic jam and arrived at Hongluo Martial Arts School in time. They were followed by four girls who looked quite studious but were all dressed quite fashionably.
Looking around, Zhao Qiang saw Cai Zongming and pointed at him happily.
"Let's go there!"
The "spectator seats" left for the visiting team were sparse and spacious. Cai Zongming greeted them warmly and helped to arrange the seats for the girls. He secretly complained to Zhao Qiang and Qiu Zhigao,
"The aesthetic standards of art students are indeed different from us normal people. At this age, shouldn't they wear clothes that accentuate their youthfulness and their original student aura? Wasn't this dressing a little too mature? If you really want to wear it, do you think you won't have the chance in a few years? "
Zhao Qiang stole a few glances and smiled reservedly.
"I think it's pretty good."
His black-rimmed glasses shone brightly in the sunlight outside the window.
Cai Zongming chuckled and didn't say much, because the competition was about to begin.
After everyone was seated, the girl sitting next to Zhang Jingye tugged at his sleeve and said with a smile, "Who is the awesome roommate you were talking about?"
This girl had a cute and pleasing round face. She was wearing a light pink coat that was relatively less mature. She was Zhang Jingye's prospective girlfriend, Wu Qian from the Academy of Arts.
Hearing her question, the other three girls also looked at Zhang Jingye curiously, waiting for his answer. This was the first time in their lives that they had a friend who could be broadcast live on TV — a friend of a friend of a friend.
Zhang Jingye pointed at Lou Cheng who was kneeling in the first row of the visiting team's tatami.
"That, do you see? The one on the far left, the one with the spirit … "
Wu Qian stretched her neck and giggled.
"Yes, I see. He's quite classy."
The other three girls were about to open their mouths when they saw the referee in black walking to the center of the bluestone ground. He announced loudly,
"The first match between Hongluo Martial Arts School and Songcheng University Martial Arts Club."
"Fang Tong versus Lou Cheng!"
…
As soon as the referee announced the match, the surrounding audience burst into applause and cheers. Although there weren't many people in the audience, they were all friends and relatives, so they tried their best.
"Hongluo will win" and "Fang Tong will win" echoed in his ears. Lou Cheng slowly stood up and turned his head to look at Yan Zheke without hiding anything.
Yan Zheke boldly returned his gaze. Her eyes were as clear as water, like a hidden star. Her face was flushed because of excitement, nervousness, and worry. She clenched her fist and waved it. Her pink lips moved up and down as if she was mouthing "Cheer".
With a smile on his face, Lou Cheng calmly bent down and put on his shoes. Under the unfriendly gazes of the onlookers, he walked along the aisle towards the arena at a leisurely pace. The strength in his heart gradually settled and accumulated, waiting to erupt when the battle officially began.
The audience on the tatami mats was estimated to be less than a hundred people. Most of them were the peripheral students of Hongluo Martial Arts School and their friends and relatives. A small number of them were the family members and friends of the participating disciples. It was definitely not comparable to the sea of people in Songcheng University Martial Arts Club's stadium. But because it was close to the arena, the cheers and provocations were more impactful, as if someone was roaring next to his ear.
Lou Cheng was also a martial artist who had experienced a lot, so he wasn't afraid at all. He passed through the curses, provocations, and lines of defense formed by gazes and stepped into the arena made of bluestone ground.
During this process, he could even think of some trivial things.
"I'm afraid this pair of shoes won't last long. After a few more fierce kicks, they will be almost useless. The road of martial arts is really expensive …"
On the arena, Fang Tong was already standing on the left side of the referee. His hair stood up and his momentum was fierce, as if he would explode at any moment.
He was tall, over 1.85 meters tall, and the simple scarlet red martial arts suit made him look like a slim-fit suit.
"Three minutes." The referee looked at his watch and took a step back.
Fang Tong stared at Lou Cheng and smiled contemptuously.
"You're very proud, aren't you?"
"It only took you half a year to grow from a novice with no rank to a fighter of Professional Ninth Pin. You do have the right to be proud."
"But I like to fight with so-called geniuses like you the most. I like to see you flustered under my attacks. I like to see your futile struggle. I like to see your eyes doubting life after a crushing defeat. I like to see your cowering face in front of me. Do you know, there was once an 18-year-old Ninth Pin genius fighter who was beaten by me until he cried. He cried."
"Hey, if you want to cry later, just cry. Don't hold it back. Go back and find your mom to comfort you!"
Lou Cheng listened quietly. A line of introduction on the information flashed in his mind.
"Fang Tong, good at trash talking, good at provocation …"
He closed his eyes and confirmed his fighting style one last time.
Once he stepped into the arena, he would go all out and fight like a life and death battle. He would not consider holding back any trump cards!
But he did not have enough life and death experience. He could only use this as a reference.
With this thought, Lou Cheng recalled the details of his fight with the Dark Sect Ninth Pin. A whip kick to the temple, squeezing out two bloody eyeballs. A Rocket-like Cannon, bursting his genitals, blood, and urine all over the ground. A secret technique of spirit and aura, directly attacking the mind, shaking the soul …
Compared to the fear caused by the Dark Sect Ninth Pin, Fang Tong's trash talk was like a child's scolding …
Gradually, Lou Cheng ignored Fang Tong's trash talk. He only felt that there seemed to be a croaking sound coming from a distant place. It could not affect his memory at all.
Using the secret technique of spirit and aura to create rigidity. Fear caused by the poisonous needle force. Forced to open his stance … Prepared, biting the tip of the tongue … Mercurial balance, dodging in time … Deafening sound skill, killing move again … One-inch punch, supernatural ability of flame, taking advantage of opportunity …
Scenes flashed in his mind. Finally, it stopped at the scene of the Dark Sect Ninth Pin bleeding from the seven orifices. The light in his eyes faded quickly, leaving behind a trace of unwillingness.
The scene froze. Lou Cheng opened his eyes and looked at Fang Tong with eyes as cold as ice.
"What's the use of training for a kid like you who hasn't been weaned yet? Really … "Fang Tong was talking enthusiastically when he was suddenly stunned by such a weak look. He did not know why, but there was a slight chill in the bottom of his heart. For a moment, he was speechless.
"Begin!"
At this moment, the referee waved his right hand.
Fang Tong took a deep breath. His calf and thigh muscles swelled, making the corners of his martial arts pants stand out. The clothes on his upper body twitched, revealing his muscles one after another.
Invading like fire, erupting like fire!
Bam! He quickly approached and took a step forward punch. He poured all his strength into his right arm. The wind stirred, his bulging muscles pulled the skin and punched at Lou Cheng fiercely.
If an ordinary person was hit by such a punch, even if they did not die, they would be seriously injured!
Lou Cheng lowered his waist and sat down. Lightning flashed in his mind and the snow mountain collapsed. The rolling force surged to the soles of his feet, mighty and unstoppable.
He put his right foot horizontally and exerted force on the ground in a half-twisting posture. Suddenly, he felt a rebound attack. A slightly spiral force flowed from his foot to his leg, from his leg to his waist, and from his waist to his spine. With this as the axis, all the force in the flow was directed to his right arm.
His right arm seemed to swell and his skin seemed to be pulled open. Lou Cheng clenched his fist and hammered down to block Fang Tong's attacking hand.
When the two were about to touch, his joints changed and his muscles and bones stretched, sending out a short but vigorous one-inch punch.
Bam! A layer of flame rose and covered Lou Cheng's hand. Then it collided with Fang Tong's fist.
The supernatural ability of fire VS burning force!
Bang! With a muffled sound, Lou Cheng felt like his right hand was burning. But he had expected it. He took advantage of the momentum and swung his right arm back, bringing a reverse momentum. Fang Tong's expression changed slightly. He instinctively swung his right arm to get rid of the burning sensation. His chest and abdomen were immediately opened.
At the tatami of the home team, Wang Hui, Jiang Guosheng, and Pan Chengyun changed their expressions immediately.
Lou Cheng was not going to show mercy. He twisted his waist and tightened his thighs. With the help of the stomping force of his right foot and the backward momentum of his right arm, his left leg suddenly tightened like a soft whip. He ferociously and violently kicked between Fang Tong's legs. But he was still in a charging posture.
Fang Tong's eyes showed panic. In his mind, he visualized the scene of a burning body. His buttocks were involuntarily clenched and his muscles exerted force on his tailbone. Then he bounced his back and hooked his legs to pounce to the side.
Burning body, going up the roof!
With just a pounce, Fang Tong pulled a few meters away from Lou Cheng and avoided the deadly whip kick.
But Lou Cheng was not in a hurry. After the whip kick missed, he immediately lowered his leg and adjusted his muscles. He stepped heavily on the bluestone ground and directed the Mega Avalanche and Lightning and Fire Stance in his mind to the soles of his feet.
Bam! As if the ground was hit, Lou Cheng bounced up and pounced on Fang Tong's side. His speed was not slow at all. The bluestone where he originally stood had a shallow mark on it.
One in front and one behind, they were like two eagles chasing each other. Fang Tong regained his footing and used the force to bounce back. Lou Cheng had already arrived. He turned his body sideways, lowered his shoulders, bulged his muscles, and rammed forward with all his strength. It was as if an avalanche was about to happen.
Fang Tong had no strength to dodge and could only hurriedly raise his arms in front of his body to block.
Bam! Fang Tong's arms were in pain and pressed to his chest.
Fang Tong flew out of the ring and fell in front of the tatami mats, almost knocking over several spectators. Lou Cheng threw Fang Tong into the air.
The referee nodded slightly and appreciated Lou Cheng's mercy at the end. Otherwise, he would have to stop it to avoid causing casualties.
He raised his right hand and shouted,
"Lou Cheng wins!"
Lou Cheng won in a few breaths!
The whole martial arts club and the home team were silent.
…
Yan Xiaoling was looking at the screen with annoyance because the signal was interrupted.
After more than ten seconds, the signal was restored. She saw the collision between the two and heard the commentator's voice,
"Welcome to the next round. The match has just started and there is no delay. As I introduced during the conversation, Fang Tong in the red martial arts suit is one of the top young masters in Songcheng. He has reached Professional Ninth Pin more than three years ago … Uh, he lost …"
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