Walking up the stairs, Li Mao didn't feel as nervous as last time because this was not an important match. It didn't matter even if he lost. Coach Shi didn't even show up.
"But why am I still a little nervous? Why am I still trembling?"
"Is it because of the thousands of people around me?" "Is it because of Yan Zheke's outstanding performance that I'm under pressure and don't want to ruin the good situation?"
"Or is there no other reason? Is it because I'm born a loser who can't stand big occasions? Why am I so nervous because of my inferiority?"
Feeling self-deprecating, Li Mao stood opposite Feng Shaokun and saw the referee raise his right hand to announce the start of the match.
"I, I haven't adjusted yet …" With a buzz, he felt himself tense up again. Although his thoughts didn't become sluggish, he couldn't concentrate.
At this moment, a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Don't think about anything later. Remember one thing: slide step to the left, low kick, followed by the Forward Punch."
"Slide step to the left, low kick, followed by the Forward Punch …" Li Mao murmured to himself as if he was grasping at the last straw.
Feng Shaokun stopped gasping for breath. He could feel the obvious nervousness of the enemy in front of him, and he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Good thing it's him!"
A few days ago, Feng Shaokun had thought about Li Mao's performance in the University Martial Arts Competition and was impressed by his stage fright. Therefore, he had made up his mind that once he met this opponent, he would seize the opportunity to attack and not give him a chance to recover.
It was a gift from God to meet this nervous brother when he was so exhausted.
"Round three, start!" The referee didn't give Li Mao time to adjust.
As soon as he finished his words, Feng Shaokun flapped his muscle wings as if he was stepping on ice and approached his opponent quickly and fiercely.
"Slide Step to the left, low kick, followed by Forward Punch …" Li Mao didn't think at all. He followed his instinct and slid to the left to dodge. Then, he tightened his thighs, bent his knees, and kicked out with a low kick, aiming straight for Feng Shaokun's joint.
Feng Shaokun didn't expect this nervous brother to dodge in time. He had to stop his Tiger Palm Cut and turn to twist his waist and swing his leg to block with a side kick.
Bang! When they were feet to feet, Li Mao was like a robot. He instinctively adjusted his muscles and borrowed a little strength. He pulled his right arm back and made a fist.
Slide step to the left, low kick, followed by the Forward Punch!
Feng Shaokun shook his right arm and punched out with his Tiger Fist. He did not show any signs of weakness as he met force with force.
Bang! Amidst the muffled sound, Feng Shaokun felt a soreness in his right arm. He didn't use enough strength, and his opponent forcefully knocked his fist away.
"Damn it!" "This is the aftereffect of the fierce fight!" He made a prompt decision. Using his left foot as a fulcrum, he swung his right hand to the side and turned his body around.
Li Mao's punch landed, and he seemed to have entered the rhythm of his training. His body instinctively swung back and forth, and once again, he borrowed strength and threw out his left fist, aiming straight for Feng Shaokun's wide-open chest.
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Such a simple "left slide step, low kick, and forward punch"?
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However, in the current situation, he didn't need to make any complicated analysis, nor did he need to be resolute and decisive. He only needed to use the 24 Blizzard Strikes skillfully as he did in his usual training!
Bang! Feng Shaokun twisted his back, rotated his shoulders, clenched his left fist, and hammered down. He blocked Li Mao's Mountain Splitter.
Li Mao's mind gradually became clear and his attention was focused. He felt the rhythm of the game was so good. It made him feel like he was back in the practice field.
The "familiar" environment could effectively reduce the tension!
He swung his left fist back and let the strength flow into his spine and to the soles of his feet. Then with his back as the axis, he whipped his leg towards Feng Shaokun's lower body.
Seeing this, Lou Cheng was relieved and happy for Li Mao. He didn't stay on the sidelines and went back to the coach's seat.
Feng Shaokun, on the other hand, was quite annoyed. Knowing that he was suppressed by 24 Blizzard Strikes again, he no longer hesitated and gave a whip kick. Then, he took a deep breath, his face turned red, and his temples bulged.
Boom! Feng Shaokun seemed to have a gunpowder explosion in his body. He spurted his right fist to counterattack.
Li Mao, who gradually got used to the game atmosphere, could make simple and quick judgments. He knew his opponent was exhausted, so he didn't avoid the attack. He wrapped the borrowed strength and hammered down hard.
Bang!
Both of them shook their center of gravity and took a step back. Feng Shaokun took the opportunity to use the Crane Steps and flashed to Li Mao's side. He clenched his fist into a tiger claw and chopped down.
If it had been the Li Mao from a few moves ago, he would have had no choice but to take this attack head-on. But now, he lowered his center of gravity as he raised his right arm.
Bam! Just as the Tiger Fist hit his right arm, Feng Shaokun suddenly changed his "Crane Beak" and used the force to jump and peck at Li Mao's temple.
Li Mao bent his knee and lowered his center of gravity as his right arm was hit. He lowered his body and avoided Feng Shaokun's Crane Beak.
At the same time, he exerted force with his left foot and turned his body into a cannonball, crashing into Feng Shaokun's chest and abdomen.
Feng Shaokun didn't take it head-on. He stepped on the Crane Steps and dodged nimbly. He changed his position and attacked again.
Within a minute, he launched a series of attacks. However, Li Mao, who had already calmed down, seemed to have returned to the dead of winter. He had returned to the days when he had endured the darkness, faced the cold wind, listened to the sound of firecrackers, and trained hard. He no longer panicked. Every move he made was full of posture, and his defense was watertight.
It was in this month that he really mastered the 24 Blizzard Strikes!
As they fought, Li Mao suddenly found that Feng Shaokun's strength had weakened a lot. There was also a sluggishness in his steps.
He had reached his limit! Once he made the judgment, Li Mao didn't think too much to avoid hesitation. He immediately slid and pounced on his opponent.
Feng Shaokun's heart tightened. He abandoned all distracting thoughts. He straightened his spine and wriggled his waist. He raised his hands and turned them into the wings of a red-crowned crane. He fiercely hit Li Mao's temples on both sides.
When his palms were about to hit his opponent's raised arms, he suddenly lifted his hips and changed his center of gravity. He assumed the posture of a golden rooster standing on one leg. His right foot kicked out silently like a tiger's stomp.
Tiger Crane Combined Attack!
Li Mao had just blocked the attack of the "red-crowned crane" when he saw the enemy's right foot coming at him. He couldn't resist and had to curl up and roll on the ground.
While rolling, he felt quite sad. He finally could play normally, but he seemed to have fallen into the enemy's trap and was about to fail.
At this moment, Li Mao suddenly realized that Feng Shaokun didn't catch up in time and left a gap for him.
Was he really tired?
Was that the last counterattack?
While thinking, Li Mao straightened his back and stood up again. Facing Feng Shaokun who had just approached him, he put his feet inward and drove his spine. He fiercely threw a blast punch.
Bang!
Feng Shaokun raised his right arm and blocked in time, but his body couldn't help but shake. Obviously, he had reached his limit.
Li Mao didn't spare him and threw another punch.
Bang! Feng Shaokun's hands were weak and his stance was broken.
Li Mao's eyes were almost red. He slid closer, leaned his body and fiercely hit him.
Feng Shaokun leaned back and tried to dodge, but his body was empty. He couldn't maintain his center of gravity and fell down.
Li Mao rushed up, tightened his thighs, bounced his knees, and kicked out the tip of his foot, stopping at Feng Shaokun's throat.
"Round three, Li Mao wins!" The referee raised his right hand and announced the result.
I won?
I won?
Li Mao couldn't believe his ears. In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the University Martial Arts Competition. At that time, he failed to live up to everyone's expectations and was easily defeated because of nervousness.
Now, did I finally win?
At this moment, many images flashed in front of Li Mao's eyes. There was Chen Changhua's disappointed and bleeding fist, Lin Que's pain covered with a hot towel, Coach Shi's words of encouragement, his annoyance again and again, the hard training day after day with clenched teeth, the bone-chilling winter wind, the silence in the darkest hours of the morning, and the scene where Lou Cheng and the others carefully took care of his emotions and racked their brains to help him relieve his nervousness …
In the cheers of the whole stadium, he couldn't help but turn to look at the seats of Songcheng University Martial Arts Club.
There, Lou Cheng was holding Yan Zheke's hand, Yan Zheke was holding Guo Qing, Guo Qing was holding Li Xiaowen, Li Xiaowen was holding Lin Hua, Lin Hua was holding Sun Jian, and Sun Jian was holding Lin Que. When Li Mao looked at them, they raised their hands at the same time and shouted,
"Li Mao, come on!"
Li Mao's eyes turned red and tears flowed out uncontrollably. He knew that he was locked on by the big screen and everyone could see the details, but his vision couldn't be blurred.
An eight-foot man was crying like a child at this moment.
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