Li Mao wasn't a pretty girl like Yan Zheke, and he wasn't as famous as Lin Que. His classmates only cared about whether he had won or not. They weren't curious about him at all and didn't want to find out more about him. It wasn't until they saw him crying like a child that they started to be surprised and their emotions were aroused.
"It's just an ordinary preliminaries. Is there a need to cry like this …?" Some people in the audience were confused and felt that Li Mao's reaction was too exaggerated.
There were also some students who suddenly remembered the trash that they had cursed and scolded last year. They recognized the tearful Li Mao and said, "Hey, I know him! Last year, at the critical moment of the Martial Arts Club's group advancement, he was the one who was trampled on like a wooden stake and ruined our absolute advantage. I almost cried because of him … "
"Yes, yes, yes. He's that nervous bro!" Some of the students were immediately enlightened.
It wasn't until now that they understood why Li Mao was crying. It was a sign that he had drawn a clear line with his past. It was a heavy burden that had been lifted from his heart. It was a sign that he had made up for some of his mistakes. It was a sign that he was grateful to his companions for not abandoning him.
It was easy to win against others, but difficult to win against oneself!
The students who understood the whole story felt a little warm and a little sour. One of them thought of his stage fright and raised his hand, shouting loudly, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"You can do it, Li Mao!"
While the audience was crying in surprise and forgot to cheer, this high-pitched voice pierced the silence and rang in many people's ears.
The rest of the students who had mixed feelings just now seemed to have received a call. They all raised their hands and shouted in unison,
"You can do it, Li Mao!"
These voices converged into a torrent, driving the whole audience and creating a roar that almost blew the roof off,
"You can do it, Li Mao!"
The tsunami-like cheers echoed in Li Mao's ears, blurring his vision with tears.
He reached out and covered his face, murmuring in a low voice,
"Thank you, thank you …"
Feng Shaokun climbed up from the ground and looked around in confusion. He didn't know why the audience suddenly burst out with more enthusiasm than before.
His heart was sullen and unwilling to accept the result of the previous match. If he hadn't used up so much energy in the previous match, he wouldn't have suddenly felt empty after using the Tiger and Crane Combined Attack. There shouldn't have been a pause, which ruined the victory that was so easy to obtain.
The reason why he consumed so much energy in the previous match was because his fighting style was too aggressive. He didn't take advantage of the "Crane Steps" and gave Yan Zheke a chance to use 24 Blizzard Strikes.
The reason why his fighting style became aggressive was because he wanted to help his sweetheart get revenge and save her face …
Thinking of this, Feng Shaokun had nowhere to vent his grievances and unwillingness. He turned his head and walked down the stone steps in a daze, unwilling to stay a second longer.
At this moment, he realized that Qian Ruoyu was whispering something into Jiang Dingyi's ear. She was very close to him and her attitude was very intimate.
His heart and face sank at the same time. He saw Jiang Dingyi stood up like an iron tower and walked towards him.
"What did Ruoyu say to you just now?" Feng Shaokun couldn't help but ask when they were about to pass each other.
Jiang Dingyi smiled slightly and said, "She said Li Mao consumed a lot of energy and asked me to take advantage of my strength and force him to fight and end it quickly."
"Take advantage of your strength …" Feng Shaokun murmured. The haze between his eyebrows became more obvious. He was angry that he was looked down upon and also sad that his sweetheart didn't like him.
When he returned to his seat, he saw Qian Ruoyu's tight face and tight lips. She was nervous, expectant, and a little depressed. His mood suddenly softened and he said softly,
"With Old Jiang, we can definitely win."
Qian Ruoyu turned her eyes and looked at him in surprise. "I hope so. You can't lose to the substitute of Songcheng University Martial Arts Club …"
How long had it been since Shaokun called him "Old Jiang"?
At this moment, she suddenly blamed herself. Because of her greed, selfishness, vanity, and hesitation, the two boys who played together since childhood were like strangers.
The thought flashed and was quickly thrown to the back of her mind. Her attention returned to the current competition. She wanted to win like never before.
Songcheng University Martial Arts Club didn't send any main force, even the real coach didn't come. If she and others lost the competition, how could she face Jiangdong's parents?
She formed the "Dream Squad" not to enjoy being surrounded and play house like a child. She wanted to prove to those who thought she was spoiled that she could also do it and rely on herself!
I'm not a child anymore. I have dreams too!
…
At Songcheng University Martial Arts Club's seats, Lou Cheng and the other members cheered for Li Mao in the form of a crowd. Then they let go of their hands and returned to their seats.
Sun Jian had just sat down when he suddenly remembered something. He stood up abruptly, walked to Lou Cheng, and leaned close to him.
"Cheng, no, Coach Lou! What did you say to Li Mao just now? What secret did you teach him? He actually managed to get over the initial nervousness? "
"I really admire you now. I feel that you have some kind of magical power. You whispered something to Yan Zheke, and she won when she just entered the arena. Then you whispered something to Li Mao, and he won when he was overly nervous. You also whispered something to him! Why don't you whisper something to me later? "
Looking at Sun Jian's curious and expectant face and feeling Yan Zheke's gaze, Lou Cheng chuckled and said,
"What I said to Senior Li Mao was: Front Back Back Up Up Down Left Left Right Right Low Heavy Leg Followed by Light Punch …"
"What the hell is that?" Sun Jian blurted out with a blank face.
Lou Cheng looked at Yan Zheke's confused expression and chuckled,
"Make a move! Make a big move!"
"… Stop joking." Sun Jian finally realized that he was fooled by Lou Cheng while Yan Zheke gently pinched Lou Cheng's thigh.
Lou Cheng stopped laughing and said, "Actually, it's more or less the same. I think Feng Shaokun wants to catch Senior Li Mao's nervousness and will attack first. His right hand has been hit by Yan Zheke twice. Although it won't be injured, it will affect his ability to use force without enough time to recover. So I told Senior Li Mao not to think about anything else. Just slide to the left, kick to the bottom, and punch to the right."
"After a few moves like this, as long as he hasn't lost, Senior Li Mao should be able to recover."
Yan Zheke felt proud of what he said and the sweet dimples on her cheeks appeared again.
"I see … It's quite suitable for Li Mao's situation. But the premise is that your vision is sharp enough, you are experienced enough, and you have a good grasp of Feng Shaokun's mind …" Sun Jian sighed and admired Lou Cheng more and more.
Lou Cheng said modestly, "It doesn't matter if I'm wrong. There won't be a worse result."
Yan Zheke empathized with her boyfriend's praise. She quietly lowered her right hand and held Lou Cheng's left hand. Lou Cheng caught her hand and scratched her palm.
"Then what did you say to your girlfriend?" Sun Jian was still curious.
A rookie who just entered the arena for the first time actually won a clean victory after a series of mistakes!
"I told her that I would lend her my strength!" Lou Cheng didn't want others to think that Yan Zheke won because of his guidance. He started to talk nonsense with a serious face.
This kind of thing should be known by the girl herself!
Yan Zheke almost burst out laughing. She was a little touched and opened her right hand, clasping it tightly with Lou Cheng's.
"Really?" Sun Jian obviously didn't believe it.
Lou Cheng laughed and said, "Of course it's true. This is called encouragement of love. You and Senior Sister Lin are an old couple, so you won't understand."
Sun Jian looked at him disdainfully and nodded slightly, half believing and half doubting. Yan Zheke blushed and hummed, turning her head back to the arena.
At this time, Jiang Dingyi had already stood in front of Li Mao and the referee had also raised his right hand. Sun Jian didn't return to his seat but just stood beside Lou Cheng and watched.
Li Mao quickly wiped away his tears. He felt that the heavy burden in his heart had been completely washed away by the crying just now. This cleared up his emotions and made him feel relaxed.
"I just need to exhaust him!" He secretly made a decision.
In the competition just now, he was carrying a heavy burden in the battle, so his consumption was more than doubled. Now he was almost an arrow at the end of its flight.
The referee waved his right hand,
"The fourth round, start!"
Jiang Dingyi was nearly 1.9 meters tall and his skin was bronze. He didn't look like a young man under 20 years old at all. At this time, he closed the distance between them in two big strides. His right arm tightened and made a chopping posture in front of him.
Li Mao took action immediately. He twisted his waist and shook out his right arm so that his fist was like the tip of a spear to his opponent, making a crisp sound of tearing the airflow.
Jiang Dingyi's chopping right hand suddenly stopped. It turned out to be a feint to trick Li Mao into attacking first. After that, he directly urged the strength of his shoulder joint and elbow joint and quickly chopped his opponent's wrist fiercely.
Earth-cracking Palm!
Bang! Li Mao's wrist wasn't the strongest point of force. After being chopped by Jiang Dingyi, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and withdrew his right hand like an electric shock. But because of this, he borrowed a little strength and slipped to the right side of his opponent. Enduring the pain that hadn't disappeared yet, he fiercely punched Jiang Dingyi's waist with his left hand.
Jiang Dingyi lowered his body and bent his back. His right elbow hit out horizontally and blocked Li Mao's fist in the form of a "hilt".
Bang! In the dull sound, Jiang Dingyi used his elbow as the fulcrum, his arm as the blade and his palm as the tip to make a diagonal chopping.
Li Mao held his elbow and bounced his back. He dodged again and came to the back of his opponent.
When he was about to launch an attack, Jiang Dingyi suddenly twisted his waist and pulled back his leg, sweeping backward and sideways.
Bang! Jiang Dingyi's kick was so powerful that it kept exploding in the air and fiercely whipped to Li Mao.
Li Mao quickly lowered his shoulders and made a stance to block the kick.
Bang! Under the collision, Li Mao only felt that his body was weak for a while. He couldn't continue his strength and was swept to lose his center of gravity and staggered to the side.
Jiang Dingyi pulled back his leg and touched the ground. When he was about to attack, Li Mao, who had just recovered his center of gravity, didn't try to stabilize his body. He kicked his feet and counterattacked.
"I'm close to the limit! I must exhaust him! " Only this thought was echoing in his mind at this time.
Facing this kind of hurried counterattack, Jiang Dingyi didn't avoid at all. He raised his left arm and blocked Li Mao's right fist.
He lifted his left foot and leaned his body. His right hand seemed to be holding a sharp knife and fiercely "stabbed" to his opponent's abdomen.
Li Mao put his left hand close to his body to block, contracted his abdomen, and bounced his waist and back. Unexpectedly, he ignored Jiang Dingyi's hand and bumped his left arm and left shoulder, trying to penetrate the city wall with a crossbow that was close to its limit!
Bang! Jiang Dingyi endured the pain and seized the opportunity to hold Li Mao's body. Then he tripped him and lifted him up and heavily threw him to the ground.
Thump!
Li Mao was dizzy and couldn't stand up for a while.
The referee glanced at them and announced the result,
"The fourth round, Jiang Dingyi wins!"
Jiang Dingyi rubbed his left shoulder and looked at Li Mao with complex eyes. He didn't expect that his opponent would fight so hard and so hard that he was hit by Li Mao carelessly. Fortunately, his opponent's strength was exhausted and he was not injured.
Seeing this, Lou Cheng sighed and whispered in Sun Jian's ear,
"Senior brother Sun, you are experienced and not afraid of the stage. I have nothing to say. But since you insist, I will say something."
"First, attack the left side violently."
"What's the second?" Sun Jian asked curiously.
Lou Cheng smiled and said,
"The second?"
"F * ck him to death!"
Sun Jian couldn't help laughing at first. Then he put on a serious face, clenched his fist and growled,
"F * ck him to death!"
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