"No. 6 seed …" Qi Fang's eyebrows relaxed, as if a huge stone had been lifted from her heart.
In her simple opinion, since her son had defeated the No. 5 seed, how could the No. 6 seed be a problem?
"Oh, I prayed to the Bodhisattva today. It worked!" She patted Lou Zhisheng beside her with a smile.
There was no competition during the day, so the group of relatives and friends turned into a tourist group in Gao Fen.
"Superstition," Lou Zhisheng muttered, but he could not hide the smile on his face.
Cao Lele, Qiu Hailin, and the others had similar thoughts. They felt that the draw was not bad, and this opponent should not be as good as Qiu Lin.
They were in a good mood, eagerly looking forward to the start of the competition. Only Jiang Fei felt as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat. He wanted to help Cheng show off that Yan Zheke was his girlfriend.
Why can't you be more honest?
For the sake of friendship, I've suffered too much!
…
"No. 6 seed, Meng Jiefeng." Yan Zheke puffed up her cheeks. She felt that this opponent was neither good nor bad.
She could only say that he was better than Han Zhifei or Zhang Zhutong.
"Ke, your man is so lucky. He's the No. 6 seed. Meng Jiefeng must be weaker than Qiu Lin, right?" Gu Shuang said excitedly, but her tone gradually became unsure, because Yan Zheke and Xing Jingjing's eyes seemed to be saying, "You look like a retard."
Xing Jingjing answered concisely, "Not much weaker. His fighting style is more dangerous."
"Sister Jingjing, he has made a lot of progress in the past six months?" Yan Zheke asked with concern.
The reason why she asked Xing Jingjing was that Meng Jiefeng was a rising star in the Gao Fen police system. He was an eighth-pin expert. Usually, except for the martial arts competition in the system, he rarely participated in various kinds of Challenge Tournaments. Fighting videos were quite difficult to find. Moreover, since this year's Spring Festival, he had not fought in public until this year's Youth Tournament.
Xing Jingjing thought for a while and answered, "Yes, I heard that. His fighting style is more dangerous."
She emphasized the word "sinister" again.
After Meng Jiefeng graduated from the martial arts school, he joined the army first. He made a great contribution and was rewarded with the "Cold Wind Force" from the incomplete chapter of the "Plague Sect".
When fighting against him, the enemy would often become weaker and weaker. Furthermore, if they were not careful, even if they won, their bodies would be weakened afterwards, and they would catch a cold or have a fever. People gave them the nickname of "influenza virus".
Other than the "Cold Wind Force", no one knew if there were any other martial arts techniques recorded in the "Plague Sect". Anyway, he had never used them in the Challenge Tournament. He had always been using the "Gold and Jade Body" and the modern Xing Yi in Jianghu.
Thinking of this, Yan Zheke couldn't help but feel a little worried. She picked up her phone and sent what Xing Jingjing had told her to Lou Cheng.
…
"Sixth seed?"
In the living room of the Lou family, Lou Debang cheered up. He picked up the phone next to him, dialed the number, and laughed loudly. "Oh, Old Liu, are you watching TV? Are you watching? Have you watched Xing Province Satellite TV? It's broadcasting my grandson's competition. It's the Youth Tournament, a provincial tournament for young martial artists. He's already in the top eight, and he's up against some sixth seed! Which grandson? Cheng from the Zhisheng family! "
"Old Zhu, didn't I mention this to you before? Look at Xing Province Satellite TV. Cheng is here! "
…
Old Mr. and Mrs. Lou informed their relatives and friends one by one. They were so excited that their faces were rosy.
Wang Lili pulled Lou Zhiqiang and whispered, "Why don't you tell Old Xin and the others? This is also a good thing for our family. Weiwei will have more confidence when he goes on a blind date in the future. "
"What's there to say? What if he loses? "Lou Zhiqiang never had anything good to say.
Lou Yuanwei sat in the single-seater sofa nearby, feeling the liveliness in the living room. For a moment, he felt like he was dreaming.
Isn't the life I've been dreaming of Cheng's?
I can see hope and a better future …
…
In the high school group chat.
Du Liyu, whose nickname was "Little Xin", sent a link.
"Everyone, go and support Cheng. He's up against the sixth seed in the top eight!"
"What the hell?" Tong Hua, his former deskmate, asked blankly.
Before Du Liyu could answer, Jiang Fei, who had been patient for a long time, said, "Cheng, that's Lou Cheng. He's taking part in the Provincial Youth Tournament! He's already in the top eight! "
"Really? Really? "Xiong Tao asked in surprise.
The Provincial Young Warrior Champion Competition? That sounds like a very high standard!
When Lou Cheng was in high school, he was good at studying, but he was not good at sports!
"It's true. I'm totally in awe of Cheng." Qin Rui, who was with the Gushan Martial Arts School in another stand, echoed.
With a recognized master like him as a witness, the students of Class 4 were skeptical for a moment. They clicked on the link and buffered the data.
…
Lou Cheng's fan forum was as lively as it had been since this morning.
The returnees, led by Nie Qiqi and All Good Names Are Taken by Dogs, expressed that they were very happy to see the familiar moderator of the forum, Eternal Nightfall, and the lovely girl, Brahman. They would support Lou Cheng and continue to cheer for him.
"Bull Demon King" and "Naive", who joined because of the conspiracy, were disdainful of the result of the draw. They thought it was inevitable that things would get out of hand. They hoped Lou Cheng could defeat his opponent and enter the top four smoothly.
"Bad Girl" and "Scheming Bitch", as well as other conspiracy theorists, used the result of the draw to slap the faces of the conspirators, saying that there was no bullying and that it was all Lou Cheng's hype. They hoped that he would catch a cold and be seriously ill.
Looking at the continuous chaos in the forum, the onlookers "Eternal Nightfall", "Brahman", "Unparalleled Dragon King" and "Okamoto's Fan" all sighed and wanted to return to the harmonious and stable situation in the past.
As die-hard fans, "Eternal Nightfall" and "Brahman" both admitted that they were weak.
…
Because it was the first match, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke didn't discuss for long before the singing and dancing ended. The ring was cleaned up and the referee walked up. He had to put down his phone, calm his mind and focus on improving his condition.
"The first match, Lou Cheng versus Meng Jiefeng." The referee glanced at the electronic clock and gestured to both sides.
Lou Cheng had the impulse to wave to Yan Zheke in the stands, but he restrained himself when he thought of her special reminder and felt the focus of the camera.
He couldn't show his affection in front of the TV audience, or his father-in-law would kill Gao Fen tonight with a knife …
Recalling Yan Zheke's kiss of encouragement in the evening, he took a deep breath and walked along the road of light to the stone steps under the illumination of the big lights.
During this process, he was like a newly bought car. Every step he took was equivalent to a trip. His body and mind were gradually getting used to each other and his momentum was slowly rising. When he stepped on the ring, there was a series of explosive sounds in his body, either crisp or low. His bones and tendons were crying at the same time, rising steadily!
Such power made the audience hold their breath and feel that Lou Cheng, the No. 18 player, seemed to be a little taller.
Meng Jiefeng was of medium height, with short hair and strong eyes. Wearing a dark blue martial arts suit, he looked a little charming. He stepped on the ring almost at the same time as Lou Cheng.
He stood straight and restrained his momentum, not tit for tat.
The referee raised his right hand and exhaled,
"Talk time starts now."
Meng Jiefeng looked at Lou Cheng with a smile. "You must be under a lot of pressure, right?"
"It's normal." Lou Cheng answered without humility.
"No, you're lying!" Meng Jiefeng's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he was interrogating a criminal. "You're afraid that you'll be affected by my Cold Wind Force and fall sick after the match. If you lose to your opponent in the semi-finals tomorrow, you won't be able to enter the finals. In that case, you won't be able to prove your strength. Everyone will think that you're a scheming villain who made it to the semi-finals by some unscrupulous trick.
He wanted to plant the seed of indecisiveness in his opponent's heart, make him make a mistake in judgment, and make him hesitate!
"I have a clear conscience. What others say doesn't affect me at all." Lou Cheng said frankly, "If there is an opponent, I will challenge him face to face. If there is a smear, I will also challenge him face to face. I will fight back with victory again and again. This is my martial arts creed. It may not be mature, but at least it's my true thought."
"When I step on the ring, I will only think about the opponent in front of me. I will use all my strength to welcome him and defeat him. This is the greatest respect for him. As for the later matches and the final impact, it's not within my consideration."
Because of the disturbance before the match, he had some feelings. With the help of this conversation, he sorted out his thoughts.
In actual combat, the more you are afraid of something, the more likely it is to happen. He had to be firm in his thinking!
Meng Jiefeng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "I hope you can remember what you said just now."
He didn't say anything more. He didn't want to overdo it.
After a while, the referee confirmed the time, raised his right hand again, and swung it down fiercely.
"Begin!"
Meng Jiefeng's muscles and fascias suddenly swelled, stretching his martial arts suit. Visible to the naked eye, his blood vessels and tendons were protruding. They were dark blue like iron, making his skin as hard and cold as metal.
"Golden Jade Body" was just a way to describe it!
Meng Jiefeng took a step forward. With his back as the axis, he twitched the fascias on the side and opened his right arm.
Bam! His neck suddenly became thick, rubbing against the air and making an explosive sound. The dark blue blood vessels and fascias seemed to outline a horrifying pattern.
Bam! With a series of crisp sounds, his right fist swung out as his body rushed forward at a high speed.
Lou Cheng's heart was as cold as ice. As his thoughts flashed, he shifted his center of gravity, straightened his spine, and jumped back.
After stepping into the Dan stage, his Condensation Stance seemed to have improved because of the wonderful feeling. It didn't mean that he had a premonition or the Absolute Reaction to malice, but it helped his mind to be clearer, his vision to be more direct, and his judgment to be more accurate.
Seeing his opponent retreating, Meng Jiefeng stepped on the ground and followed up with the help of the accurate rebound force.
However, just as his body was about to leap forward, Lou Cheng suddenly stopped. He lowered his center of gravity and exerted strength in his footsteps. In a split second, he turned from retreating to advancing. He expanded his back muscles and punched out his right fist. A ferocious counterattack!
He grasped the timing so well that Meng Jiefeng's punch was very awkward because he had used up all his strength and hadn't used up all his strength yet.
Hiss!
Meng Jiefeng took a breath, slightly retracted his strength, and then released it. This made his right fist strangely retracted, and his left arm became bigger. He swung it out horizontally, and the dark blue pattern on his neck became more obvious.
This was the application of the strength of the whole body as one!
Seeing that his arm was about to hit his opponent's fist, Lou Cheng suddenly shifted his center of gravity again, dragging his arm that was actually swung out. He changed his position abruptly, disappeared from Meng Jiefeng's sight, and flashed to his back.
In this abrupt process, Lou Cheng's strength changed smoothly, so that his twisted movements were smooth and natural.
"Dan stage!" In the TV broadcast room, guest commentator Yu Hong seemed to exclaim.
"Dan stage!" Zhang Zhutong didn't go back to the lounge, but stood on the sidelines, exhaling.
What he didn't want to see happened. In one match after another, Lou Cheng maintained his high-speed growth, shortening the time needed to grind, and became a real Dan stage Mighty One!
Once he was behind his opponent, Lou Cheng straightened his back without hesitation, so that his right fist could be regenerated. With his tightened muscles and the thundercloud in his mind, he smashed towards Meng Jiefeng's spine.
Bam!
The wind was so strong that Meng Jiefeng's hair stood on end, and he felt a little pain and numbness.
But he didn't look panicked, and instead, he raised the corner of his mouth.
Good, you're behind me now!
Suddenly, an evil bell engraved with patterns appeared in his mind.
Buzz!
His abdomen wriggled, and his internal organs were stimulated. A low, inaudible, evil sound came from his throat.
When Lou Cheng's fist was about to hit, his ears moved, and his head suddenly throbbed. His arm couldn't help but soften.
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