Bang!
With a dull sound, the big screen in the stadium froze at the place where Lou Cheng and Mo Zicong's fists collided. There seemed to be rings of impact spreading outward. Some of the audience forgot the panic when Sun Jian was knocked out of the ring. They stared at the screen attentively, forgetting to cheer and cheer for Lou Cheng.
The exchange of blows only lasted for a moment, but Mo Zicong felt as if he had passed a long century. Guarding against the impact of the shock, he only felt that the rolling cold current was instilled into his body by the opponent's power. In an instant, his arms were frozen stiff and spread to all parts of his body, making him feel as if he had stayed up all night naked in a world of ice and snow.
He couldn't help but tremble, and his lips turned blue. There was only one thought in his mind.
"So cold!" "So cold!"
Lou Cheng was not relaxed either. The Frost Force was not a unique skill to enhance strength, and Mo Zicong was born with great strength, which could be called outstanding even among all the Professional Ninth Pin fighters. At most, he was inferior to Ye Youting. In addition, he practiced the Throwing Elephant Skill, which was famous for enhancing strength. When he attacked with full strength, he was almost as powerful as Jiang Guosheng of Hongluo Martial Arts School.
The power of Jiang Guosheng's outburst was said to be somewhat like the power of Dan stage!
Therefore, Lou Cheng immediately felt a terrible force that could lift an elephant and throw it out. He didn't dare to resist for fear of hurting his right arm. After judging that it was not enough to reduce the force by retreating, he straightened his back and took the initiative to swing his center of gravity backward.
He stepped back three steps in a row. At the beginning, he cracked the black bricks, but now the ground was intact.
Until then, Mo Zicong heard his heart beating strongly. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. It kept spurting out hot blood to relieve the coldness in his body.
"What kind of martial arts is this?
I can't resist at all! I can't guard against it at all! "
He looked at Lou Cheng in astonishment and wanted to chase, but his body was trembling and his legs were stiff. It was difficult for him to even take a step forward. He could only hope that the temperature of his blood could help him recover as soon as possible.
"What kind of martial arts is this?"
…
Noticing that Lou Cheng rushed to Mo Zicong, Zhu Tao no longer hesitated. He stepped forward and caught up with Yan Zheke, who was stumbling backward. He wanted to defeat her before she regained her balance.
With a bang, he shook his right arm and threw a straight punch at his opponent's neck. Seeing that she couldn't resist, Yan Zheke decided to give up her center of gravity. She leaned back and kicked high, followed by the Lazy Donkey Roll.
At this time, Li Mao and Lin Hua arrived in time. One of them tightened his thigh muscles and pulled out a whip kick, kicking between Zhu Tao's legs from behind. The other one lowered his waist and did a downward chop, attacking the opponent's temple from the side.
They were all vital points, yet he didn't hesitate!
In this situation, Zhu Tao seemed to have anticipated it. He straightened his back and his dark skin swelled. He moved a small step to the left, so that Li Mao's kick hit his thigh and Lin Hua's punch hit his right shoulder.
Puff! Puff! Both of their attacks failed to penetrate the enemy's Iron Cloth Shirt.
Zhu Tao, on the other hand, borrowed some of the force and pounced forward. When he brushed past Yan Zheke, he stretched out his hands, grabbed her right arm, and threw her out of the ring.
Yan Zheke felt like she was flying in the air. She forced herself to calm down and adjusted her body in the air. She controlled part of her center of gravity. Then she straightened her spine and put strength in her waist. She turned over and landed lightly. She didn't fall. The only problem was that she was outside the ring.
"I'm so angry, but I have to keep smiling. I can't affect Cheng and the others …" She pursed her lips and walked around the ring to the seats of the home team while watching the match on the field.
No matter how much preparation and analysis was done, it was always not enough in the ever-changing actual combat.
Zhu Tao was relieved when he succeeded in one move. He took a few steps forward, turned around, and pounced on Li Mao and Lin Hua.
This time, he didn't need to worry about being besieged.
Two amateur fighters couldn't be called besieging.
…
At this time, Lou Cheng released most of his strength and gathered the rest into the soles of his feet. In exchange, he made a cracking sound and a more ferocious attack.
Both the students on the scene and the audience in front of the computer and TV were surprised that Mo Zicong didn't seize the opportunity when Lou Cheng lost his center of gravity and staggered back. But Yan Xiaoling and Brahman thought of Peng Chengguang in the last match and nodded as if they understood everything.
"Yes, Tremor Punch!"
Only Peng Leyun in the office of Shanbei University Martial Arts Club frowned slightly and stared at Mo Zicong's pale lips.
While pouncing on his opponent, who had not yet fully recovered, Lou Cheng quickly adjusted the subtle changes in his body corresponding to the Frozen Ground Map, so that some of his muscles, fascia, and joints were in a ready state. Since he had only started practicing the Thunder Roar Zen for a month, his martial arts had not yet been refined into his bones and body, so he could only rely on the breathing method to indirectly affect his internal organs. Therefore, he needed a certain amount of time to prepare to use the Frost Force, which was difficult to achieve in one go.
And because he had just started to practice this force today, he couldn't combine it with the Thunder Roar Zen, so he couldn't use the Severe Warning, which was the ultimate move of the latter.
Within two steps, Lou Cheng rushed to Mo Zicong. He had adjusted his body and was ready. In his mind, he once again visualized the surging river with turbid waves.
Crack! Lou Cheng stepped on the ground and completely crushed a cracked brick. He bent his ankle joint, straightened his knee, straightened his back, swung his shoulder, and made a seemingly ordinary Forward Punch.
But in his body, the forces that had been brewing burst out at the same time. They overlapped with each other and created a sense of coldness, which made the power of the Power of Frost suddenly magnified and turned into a cold wave, rolling to the front of his fist.
In the visualization, the cold wave came, and the river with horrible kinetic energy was frozen in an instant. It was covered with layers of ice, and the waves flying in the air were no exception. They were like delicate works of art.
Stimulated by this, Lou Cheng's muscles, viscera, and fascia regenerated subtle changes. Then there was a strange wave, which condensed the coldness rushing to the front of his fist and turned it into ice.
Ice Frost Force and Frost Force!
Bang! When Lou Cheng made the Forward Punch, there seemed to be white air around his fist, like the kind that was exhaled in the cold winter.
This was a sign that he was not skilled enough in Frost Force, so the force leaked out. The sign of the real primary level was that when he made a punch, all the force would be restrained.
Facing this punch, thinking of the experience just now, Mo Zicong really didn't want to block it, so as to avoid another cold hell. But he had no choice. The numbness of his legs had just disappeared. If he hurriedly dodged, Lou Cheng would seize the opportunity to give him a fierce punch.
He suddenly took a deep breath, and a low elephant sound came from his abdomen again. But the sound was full of trembling, like a tropical animal coming to the extreme north.
Lowering his waist and back, Mo Zicong bulged his stiff arm muscles and crossed his arms in front of his body.
Bang!
The punch hit the center. The cold current poured into Mo Zicong's body, making him taste the horrible feeling of his body being frozen quickly and even losing his consciousness.
"Cold! Cold! Cold! "
His teeth chattered involuntarily. He only felt that the temperature of his body was rapidly decreasing. His heart beat violently, resisting the invasion of the cold.
"Frost Force …" In the office of Shanbei University Martial Arts Club, Peng Leyun whispered to himself.
"Frost Force?" Xu Wannian looked at Junior Brother Peng beside him in astonishment.
The computer screen in front of them flashed with snowflakes and made a buzzing sound, as if it was affected by an external electromagnetic field.
…
When Yan Zheke was thrown out of the ring, Lin Que, who was constantly reducing the range of Deng Hua's fighting, suddenly stopped, as if he had fallen into a state of "silence".
He took a breath, and seemed to withdraw his force, spirit, and Qi and blood. After suppressing them to a certain extent, they suddenly burst out and gushed out.
In the midst of the gushing, Lin Que suddenly pounced forward, like a leopard that finally caught the opportunity to hunt.
Deng Hua thought that the safe distance and reaction time were all gone under this pounce. Before he could dodge, Lin Que had already arrived in front of him.
The feeling of the Dan Stage … He was horrified. He took a deep breath, and without even thinking about it, he quickly raised his arms in front of him.
He had just put on a defensive posture when Lin Que's fist hit him like a meteor. It was extraordinarily fast, mixed with the remaining gushing intent.
Bang!
The moment the two came into contact, Deng Hua felt as if he had been struck by a bomb. The shockwave roared, shaking his entire body, causing every bone in his body to shake. Every muscle in his body trembled, and every part of his blood and Qi was roiling!
What's more, it also triggered the residual effect of the last fight, which affected his internal organs, making him feel extremely uncomfortable and nauseous.
Therefore, he tried to use the method to offset part of the shock, but his efforts were delayed by half a beat. He could only watch Lin Que punch him again.
…
Facing Zhu Tao's counterattack, Li Mao suppressed the nervousness in his heart and didn't fight head-on. He slid to the side and cooperated with Lin Hua to hit his throat and temple.
Relying on his Iron Shirt, Zhu Tao suddenly shrank his head, lowered his body, and bumped into Li Mao's fist sideways.
Clang! Due to the change of height and position, Lin Hua's fist hit him squarely on the forehead, making a sound like a hand patting an ancient bell. Lin Hua's fist fell on his neck, but was bounced off by his thick neck, which had swelled up after he breathed in.
Bang! Zhu Tao bumped into Li Mao and made him stagger, forcing him to take a step back and barely stabilize himself.
Then, the bald man, relying on his Iron Shirt and accurate prediction, resisted Lin Hua's kick and strode forward. He swung his hands and hit Lin Hua fiercely.
Li Mao couldn't dodge. After blocking two kicks, he was in a precarious situation. At this moment, Lin Hua caught up with him. He tightened his foot and whipped his leg, kicking Zhu Tao's vital part.
At the critical moment, Zhu Tao didn't block the attack head-on. He slid his feet, spun his body, and nimbly dodged to Li Mao's back. Taking a hit from the horse's hind leg, he forcibly closed the distance and punched his opponent's spine.
He didn't use any strength, but the referee had pulled Li Mao away and asked him to leave the arena.
In just a short time, Lin Hua was the only one left among the four amateur warriors. When she saw Zhu Tao coming at her, she instinctively chose to move and dodge.
Zhu Tao was satisfied, knowing that he had won. As long as Mo Zicong and Deng Hua didn't lose in a few moves, things would be easy.
He glanced at the other two battlefields and saw Mo Zicong's strong and sturdy figure standing there, which made people feel at ease. At this time, he was crossing his hands in front of him, blocking Lou Cheng's fist.
"Good! I'll attack you from both sides!" Zhu Tao thought, but his eyes suddenly froze.
Because Lou Cheng had turned around and stopped looking at Mo Zicong!
"Is he stupid?"
Zhu Tao stopped in his tracks. He wanted to see Mo Zicong give Lou Cheng a fierce blow behind his back, but he only saw that the captain, who was usually called "Elephant", was obviously trembling, and his face was strangely pale.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Tao forgot that he had to catch up with Lin Hua and stopped in shock.
Lou Cheng bent his body and fixed his eyes on Zhu Tao. Behind him, Mo Zicong fell to the ground, making a loud noise and splashing some stones.
Lu Zhishen killed Zhen Guanxi with three punches. This is the Challenge Tournament, and I only used two punches!
"How can I defeat" Elephant "like this?" While Zhu Tao was in shock, he heard another sound of someone falling to the ground. He turned his head and saw Deng Hua lying on the arena, retching. Lin Que turned his body and locked his eyes on Zhu Tao like Lou Cheng. His eyes were cold and reserved!
One was Lou Cheng, and the other was Lin Que. Zhu Tao couldn't help but feel desperate.
"What the hell is going on?"
Lin Hua also noticed the change of the situation. She stood not far away and looked at Zhu Tao with embarrassment.
"When Lin Que and Lou Cheng attack me from both sides, it will be dangerous. I can't get close to them. If I join them, I will be a burden. In this case, I have nothing to do in the arena."
"What should I do?"
She seriously considered this "difficult" question.
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