Wensheng School, in the locker room of the home team.
Sect Leader Ni Mingfei was wearing an ancient style practice suit. He stroked his beard and said, "I won't say more. Zhengquan, you're the second to fight. Do your best."
"Yes, Master." Zhou Zhengquan nodded calmly.
Ni Mingfei looked at Hou Yue, who seemed to be restless. "Xiaoyue, you're the first to fight. Both Lin Que and Lou Cheng are very good opponents. Do your best and see how far you are from the top of the Professional Ninth Pin."
Hearing this, Hou Yue stopped all his restlessness and liveliness. He said solemnly,
"Yes, Master!"
…
In the live broadcast room of Donglin TV Station, the host Wang Tian interrupted the guest Lin Maosheng and said with a smile, "The front office has sent back the list of fighters and the order. Donglin Team has Hou Yue, Zhou Zhengquan, and Zhuo Yanjun. Songcheng University Martial Arts Club has Lou Cheng, Lin Que, and Sun Jian.
"That is to say, the first fight is between Hou Yue and Lou Cheng!"
…
Hou Yue VS Lou Cheng!
Yan Xiaoling moved the video window so that it was separated from the live post in the forum and focused more attention on the fight.
The list of fighters was fixed, which meant that the fight could start at any time!
…
With Cai Zongming leading the way, Zhang Jingye, Wu Qian, and the others hurriedly entered the training hall of Wensheng School. They were unfamiliar with the place, so they wasted a lot of time before finding the competition venue halfway up the mountain. They almost missed the beginning.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, they were shocked by the solemn and quiet atmosphere. They thought they had gone to the wrong place and were stunned for a moment. They looked around until they found Lou Cheng and the others coming out of the locker room and sitting in the reserved seats. Then they settled down and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It feels weird …" Wu Qian whispered in Zhang Jingye's ear.
This made him very depressed and uncomfortable. It was completely different from the excitement he expected to vent his feelings!
In order to "cheer for the team" this time, Zhang Jingye had crammed some martial arts knowledge, but he still didn't understand the strangeness of Wensheng School's home ground. He could only explain, "Different home grounds have different characteristics …"
A cool wind blew through the mountain, making him shiver involuntarily. He felt like this place was like a tomb that had awakened ancient zombies.
It was too old and too cold!
Cai Zongming coughed twice to draw back the attention of Zhao Qiang and the others. With the subtle feeling of leading a group of elementary school students on a trip, he led them to an empty seat and sat down.
At this time, the referee stepped into the ring. After looking at both sides, he said in a clear voice,
"In the quarter-finals of Songcheng Division, Donglin Squad versus Songcheng University Martial Arts Club."
"The first round, Hou Yue versus Lou Cheng!"
Lou Cheng took off his coat calmly and high-fived Yan Zheke who was beside him.
"Don't be careless …" Yan Zheke reminded him with bright eyes.
Lou Cheng smiled. "Don't worry."
He mouthed the words, "Coach Yan!"
He and Yan Zheke had discussed the issue of Hou Yue many times.
Seeing his girlfriend smile, he high-fived everyone along the way and shouted a slogan. Only then did he turn around and walk along the road, walking towards the ring under the gazes of the silent audience.
"Come on, Lou Cheng!" Cai Zongming shouted subconsciously.
He didn't fit in with the surrounding atmosphere, which made him feel like he was an idiot. He couldn't help blushing and whispered to himself, "This is f * cking embarrassing!"
Hearing this lonely cheer, Yan Zheke, Guo Qing, Lin Hua and the others looked at each other, stood up from their seats and shouted in unison,
"Come on, Lou Cheng!"
This was the tacit understanding and feelings of the Martial Arts Club gradually condensed in the previous months.
With the response, Cai Zongming was no longer embarrassed. He raised his hands and shouted,
"Come on, Lou Cheng!"
Why care about others' gazes?
With him as an example, Wu Qian, Zhang Jingye and the others gradually plucked up their courage and made the shape of a trumpet with their hands,
"Come on, Lou Cheng!"
Their voices echoed and encouraged each other. They gradually integrated into the group and shouted more and more enthusiastically, echoing with Yan Zheke and the others, breaking the quiet and old-fashioned atmosphere.
There weren't many people, but they were firm enough!
The audience in formal clothes were a little restless, as if they thought it would be more stupid to do nothing. So they applauded reservedly.
In the messy applause, Lou Cheng stepped into the ring with a smile, warmed by the cheers of Yan Zheke and Cai Zongming.
Opposite him, Hou Yue shook his legs and scratched the side of his head, smiling sincerely,
"You are very strong. I'm a little nervous. Can you not talk to me?"
Lou Cheng laughed involuntarily and nodded graciously,
"Okay!"
"Sure enough, he is a child under 18 …" he thought like an old man.
…
During the three-minute conversation, in the live broadcast room of Donglin TV Station, the guest Lin Maosheng smiled slightly and said, "I've checked the information. Lou Cheng is already a Professional Ninth Pin fighter. Every time you introduce him, you don't have to emphasize that although he has no rank, he has surpassed most of the Professional Ninth Pin fighters."
"There was a time when I thought Lou Cheng would try his best to develop his supernatural ability and find a chance to participate in the Ranking Event of Professional Eighth Pin after his body had been tempered to the current limit. Then he would directly become a Professional Eighth Pin fighter." The host Wang Tian also sighed with emotion. "Coach Lin, do you think Hou Yue has a chance to defeat Lou Cheng?"
Lin Maosheng thought for a while and said, "The hope is not big. But Hou Yue is a seedling that Wensheng School focuses on. He must have something special. If Lou Cheng underestimates his opponent, he may suffer some losses, which will have a great impact on the final result of the competition."
Wang Tian nodded slightly and said, "Coach Lin is right. Our reporter has interviewed several disciples of Wensheng School and found that they are, um, inexplicably confident about Hou Yue …"
While they were explaining, in Lou Cheng's fan forum, "Brahman" said, "[Twisting with arms akimbo expression],
"These people are so unprofessional. Little Dragon is the best. He found out that our idol got a Professional Ninth Pin certificate on the same day!"
"Unparalleled Dragon King" said in a daze, "When did I become Little Dragon? Are you going to call me Little Loach in the future? Besides, if you know his name and domicile, you can check it on the official website. "
After hanging out with girls like "Brahman", "Eternal Nightfall" and "Wonton Seller" for a long time, he felt that his mentality had become younger. Sometimes he would inadvertently act cute while talking.
The Internet is really scary!
"Little Dragon, Little Dragon, Little Dragon, how many moves do you think our Lou Cheng can beat this monkey?" Yan Xiaoling asked excitedly.
"Unparalleled Dragon King" replied with a scornful expression, "Don't underestimate any Professional Ninth Pin. If there is no unexpected thing, it will be very difficult for Lou Cheng to win quickly!"
"Oh, oh, oh, I understand!" Yan Xiaoling didn't feel offended and didn't mind exposing her IQ in this aspect.
…
In the arena, Lou Cheng kept his promise and didn't disturb Hou Yue. He adjusted himself to the best state and finally considered the next fighting strategy.
During this process, he vaguely felt a sense of oppression and anxiety, as if a storm was about to come.
Lou Cheng felt that this was not because of Hou Yue, but because of Zhou Zhengquan who was the second to fight. Outsiders only knew that his stamina was limitless and he was not afraid of taking turns to fight, but they didn't know that his energy was limited. "Thunder Roar Zen" was okay, but he could only use "Frost Force" three times. If too much energy was consumed by Hou Yue, then when he faced Zhou Zhengquan, it was very likely that he wouldn't be able to create the best chance for his brother-in-law to win.
"I must try to save energy in this fight with Hou Yue!"
"And the best way to save energy is to go all out without holding back and try to win in four or five moves!"
Lou Cheng took a breath and the ripples in his heart gradually stopped and the water condensed into ice.
The referee looked at the electronic clock, raised his right hand and waved it down heavily,
"Start!"
Lou Cheng was like a sprinter who heard the starting gun. The power that he had been accumulating for a long time burst out. He stamped his feet, straightened his bent knees, and quickly rushed to Hou Yue like a cloud leopard hunting for prey.
He knew that in addition to "Fly Fall Punch", Hou Yue also specially visited a famous teacher and learned "Monkey Form" Kung Fu, which was very good at dodging. Therefore, he didn't directly prepare "Frost Force" and "Thunder Roar Zen". If he missed, wouldn't it be a waste of energy?
Facing Lou Cheng's attack, Hou Yue swayed his body like a flexible monkey. He flashed to the side of Lou Cheng and suddenly and quickly kicked out his right leg.
At this moment, Lou Cheng's spine bounced, his waist and back wriggled, and his center of gravity swayed like mercury. He unexpectedly changed his direction in a split second and made Hou Yue's kick hit nothing.
He immediately visualized rolling lead clouds in his mind and compressed the corresponding muscles one after another. He turned his waist and back and shook out his right arm like a hammer.
"Thunder Roar Zen!"
Hou Yue's face slightly changed. He suddenly fell back and did three somersaults in a row. Not only did he pull away from Lou Cheng, but he also firmly maintained his center of gravity.
Lou Cheng didn't show any mercy. He exerted strength under his feet and crushed the black bricks. He chased after Hou Yue.
"Although you somersaults are fast, you can't be faster than me!"
Just when Hou Yue stopped, Lou Cheng had already caught up with him. He tightened the muscles of his palm, forearm, and upper arm and swung his left fist.
"The second move of Thunder Roar Zen!"
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