In the stands, Li Liantong was still a little reserved and restrained. However, when she saw Lou Cheng, Lin Que, and the others walking out of the home team's locker room one after another and heard the sound of the loudspeakers around her, the passion hidden in the depths of her heart was ignited. She raised her hands high, waved them back and forth, and shouted rhythmically with the audience nearby,
"Songcheng University, Songcheng University!"
"Songcheng University, go for it!"
Zong Yanru and Shi Xiangyang saw their roommate's selfless performance and were stunned for a moment. They couldn't believe that this was the Dirty Tong they knew. Whether she was quiet on the outside or dirty on the inside, she was very different from her current self.
However, when the announcer started to read the names of the main force and substitutes of Songcheng University Martial Arts Club, Li Liantong and the other audience members responded in an echo-like manner. They also felt that something was stirring in their hearts, and they were eager to vent something. They wanted to be part of this crazy but intoxicating atmosphere.
Unconsciously, they also shouted. Because of their different personalities and habits, they were not as crazy as Li Liantong and still retained some reserve. But they also turned their voices into drops of water in the waves,
"Lin Que!"
"Lou Cheng!"
Wu Qian and Zhang Jingye followed Cai Zongming and the others and shouted. Fan Yanxi held the loudspeaker and blew to her heart's content. Under her quiet appearance was a red face and passionate eyes.
In such a tsunami of shouts, the referee stepped into the arena. He looked at both sides and made the final confirmation.
He took a breath and let his voice penetrate the noise without the help of the loudspeaker, resounding in every corner of the stadium,
"Songcheng University Martial Arts Club versus Donglin Squad in the quarter-finals of Songcheng Division."
"Round one, Lin Que versus Zhuo Yanjun!"
Lin Que suddenly stood up. He didn't directly walk to the arena. Instead, he walked past Li Mao and Yan Zheke and came in front of Lou Cheng, stretching out his right hand.
Lou Cheng was stunned at first, then he smiled and reached out his hand to Lin Que for a high five,
"Go for it!"
Lin Que nodded slightly, turned around, and stepped into the arena.
Zhuo Yanjun was already standing there, as straight as a tree.
She closed her eyes and rejoiced that she was still in the world of martial arts and could still step into the arena.
The enemy on the other side was not easy to deal with. Last time, when he was exhausted, he had given himself a fright. Now that they had met again, he believed that everyone was certain that he would win. It was just a matter of how much energy he had expended.
But I don't think so. I've also trained step by step to become a strong Professional Ninth Pin fighter. There's a gap between me and a Dan Stage fighter, but it's not so big that I can't make up for it. Just because there's little hope doesn't mean there's none!
This wasn't Zhuo Yanjun being blindly arrogant. Rather, she believed that when encountering a strong enemy, holding onto the idea of "going all out" was a better way to accomplish the predetermined goal than having the mentality of "seeking stability and attrition."
Even if he wanted to settle for the next best thing, there had to be room for retreat! If he didn't use "winning" as his motivation, how could he take a step back and seek to "wear down his opponent"?
Just as Zhuo Yanjun was about to sort out her thoughts, the referee raised his right hand and solemnly said,
"Three minutes."
Zhuo Yanjun knew that Lin Que was a taciturn person who wouldn't even fart after being hit with a stick. She didn't want to waste her breath, so she simply closed her eyes and considered her thoughts for the last time.
In the live broadcast room of Songcheng TV Station, Fang Juexiao chuckled.
"With Lin Que as the representative, Songcheng University Martial Arts Club doesn't seem to have any martial artists who are good at talking. It's hard to interpret the interesting verbal battle in the broadcast."
A large part of the reason why he was able to become the host of Songcheng TV Station's martial arts competition step by step was that he was multi-talented and could even read lips!
Gan Le smiled and shook his head. "Don't you see what kind of background they have? If they were good at cursing, they would have been dealt with by the school. They're college students, so their quality is definitely higher. "
"Old Gan, you've been out of the normal society for too long. If you have time, you should go online more often. Nowadays, some college students are better at cursing than you. And I only said they're good at talking, not cursing. Debate is also one of them." Fang Juexiao tried to liven up the atmosphere while Lin Que and Zhuo Yanjun were "stunned".
As for the analysis of the outcome of this match, they had already discussed it before. Their views were quite consistent. Both sides had a chance, and it all depended on how they performed on the spot.
While Fang Juexiao and Gan Le were discussing verbal skills, Cai Zongming looked at Lin Que on the stage and felt the enthusiasm around him. Once again, he yearned for it.
If I were standing there, I would definitely be as handsome as him. I wouldn't waste these three minutes!
On the stage, the referee looked at the electronic clock and silently counted a few times. Once again, he raised his right hand and shouted in a clear voice,
"Begin!"
The sound of the announcement still echoed. Suddenly, a series of thunderous sounds came from Lin Que's body. It was like the buzz of a motorcycle rushing out, or the exhaust of a car before it started. It made Zhuo Yanjun suddenly think of a sentence recorded in the secret book of Fly Fall Punch, "The wind is blowing before the storm."
The wind is blowing before the storm!
This was a sign that Lin Que's muscles, bones, fascia, and internal organs were accumulating strength. This was a sign that he had broken through the limits of his physique refining. This indicated that he was only twenty or thirty days away from the Dan stage!
As the sound echoed, Lin Que suddenly rushed out like a meteor. In an instant, he closed the distance of more than six meters between the two. His momentum was fierce, and his power was astonishing.
Although Zhuo Yanjun had the idea of "gambling" on the outcome of the match and wanted to attack from the start, she still didn't dare to fight head-on with Lin Que, whose momentum had climbed to the peak in an instant.
However, she also couldn't retreat. In this kind of confrontation, if she dodged, her opponent's momentum would be like a rainbow. He would continuously press forward and put her at a complete disadvantage. If she wanted to turn the situation around, she would have to "gamble" according to the plan. It would take twice the effort for half the effort.
As her thoughts turned, she, who had rich experience in the arena, slid to the left. It looked like she wanted to avoid the frontal attack and attack her opponent from the side.
As soon as she moved, Lin Que's center of gravity swayed. His body strangely changed directions at high speed without any sense of difficulty.
Seeing that her opponent's right arm muscles had already swelled, Zhuo Yanjun's spine sprung up dramatically. Her back muscles swelled, and she forcibly pulled her body back.
She wasn't trying to dodge, but to wear down Lin Que's momentum!
She shifted her center of gravity, and her feet fiercely pushed inward. Her right hand, which had been pressed diagonally to the left side of her waist, pulled out with the sound of breaking bricks. It was as if a sword had rushed out of its box and turned into a waterfall. It illuminated the entire room, and its edge was enough to kill.
Black Water Sword Technique, "Sword Drawing Breaks Water"!
This move was created by the founder of Wensheng School after comprehending the secret art of the Water Sect. He traveled to Japan at that time to challenge the masters of the Way of the Sword. He combined the local Sword Drawing Technique with his own swordsmanship, taking the strengths of both and discarding the weaknesses of both.
Zhuo Yanjun used a special technique to turn her waist and back. Driving her right arm, she quickly, fiercely, and fiercely chopped her palm blade from the bottom to the top toward Lin Que's side. It was a bit earth-shattering.
"I didn't come here to wear you out, but to win!"
"I will use all my strength and not hold anything back!"
Lin Que's body suddenly stopped. He withdrew his momentum and then released it. His left hand clenched into a fist and exploded the air with the force of a hammer. He fiercely hit Zhuo Yanjun's "long sword" within a very small range.
Bam!
Lin Que's left arm involuntarily bounced away from the force of "Sword Drawing Breaks Water". Zhuo Yanjun's body swayed and her right hand followed.
At that moment, she stepped back, not to dissipate the force, but to borrow it. With a crack, she fiercely pounced forward. Straightening her back, she raised her left arm high. "Splitting Huashan Mountain alone!"
She knew that Lin Que's Tremor Punch was different from Lou Cheng's. It was faster and faster, so she couldn't give him the slightest gap.
In the previous exchange, Lin Que had borrowed a bit of force from the "Yin Yang Twist". Following the rebound of his left arm, he had already turned his body. At that moment, his right hand went up and firmly blocked the chop.
Bam!
Zhuo Yanjun's palm blade had just chopped Lin Que's arm when her arm muscles strangely swelled and pushed up her martial arts suit. She had completed the long-awaited double force.
Using this force, her left palm was like a blade. She was going to cut down and use the "Yin force" to severely injure the muscles, fascia, and blood vessels under Lin Que's skin. This way, he would need at least a month to recover.
Black Water Sword Technique's killing move, "Yin Yang Double Wave"!
The chop was Yang, and the cut was Yin. The Yang force injured the bones, and the Yin force attacked the flesh!
At this critical moment, Lin Que's face suddenly flushed red. His temples suddenly swelled, and the muscles of his right arm followed suit. Bursting with strength, he counteracted Zhuo Yanjun's "Yin force".
The veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if they had doubled in size!
After the swelling, Lin Que first pulled his arm back and then bounced out, shaking off Zhuo Yanjun's palm blade. Then he put strength in his waist and back, pouncing forward and switching from defense to offense.
Zhuo Yanjun didn't have time to adjust herself, so she could only continuously retreat. She saw Lin Que coming closer and closer. His temples were swollen, and his left arm was about to deliver a fierce punch.
She clenched her teeth and imitated Hou Yue. When Lin Que swung his fist, she suddenly squatted down and put her left hand behind her back.
At that moment, Lin Que's body trembled. His left fist suddenly swung back, and using his back as a fulcrum, he bounced out with his right leg.
Bam!
His right foot was taut, and his kick split the air.
Zhuo Yanjun hurriedly raised her left hand to her side, blocking Lin Que's kick while her center of gravity was unstable.
Bam! Her body swayed, but she didn't control it. She "pushed the boat along the current" to the right.
Lin Que's Qi and blood all over his body abruptly shrank into a ball, and then suddenly erupted.
Boom!
His strength surging, Lin Que crushed the black bricks under his feet and pounced forward. He rushed to Zhuo Yanjun's side before she could regain her balance. His temples swelled, and he quickly swung his arm, blasting out a "Meteor Energy".
Zhuo Yanjun didn't have time to dodge. She took a short breath and barely managed to raise her arms to block in front of her.
Bam!
She only felt like she had been hit by a bomb. Every bone in her body was shaking, and even her muscles and fascia were trembling. Coupled with her unstable center of gravity, she directly fell on her back. She had no time or ability to wriggle her abdominal muscles to make a "ha ha" sound in order to counteract the shock.
Lin Que moved forward. His right hand didn't attack. Instead, he grabbed her arm and lifted her up.
At that moment, the referee loudly announced,
"First round, Lin Que wins!"
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