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Chapter 271

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"Number one seed? Is he the most powerful one? "Lou Cheng's mother, Qi Fang, asked without confidence.

Thanks to the temporary silence of the audience, Jiang Fei and the others heard the question. Although they didn't want to admit it, they nodded honestly.

"Theoretically, yes …"

"Then isn't Cheng in danger?" Qi Fang hissed.

As a cultured and caring father, Lou Zhisheng had learned a lot about the seeded players. Hearing this, he pulled his wife and said, "Why are you so nervous? Cheng has achieved his goal of being in the top four. It doesn't matter if he loses. In the words of the TV commentator, he just needs to enjoy the competition and fight to the best of his ability. The number one seed is the number one seed. "

He didn't like to surf the Internet, so he didn't know about the previous hype and the argument that lasted until today.

"What's wrong with me caring about my son? If you don't care about winning, why are you here? " Qi Fang retorted stubbornly. Then she said thoughtfully, "The top four will get 200,000 yuan in prize money. That's enough, that's enough …"

Jiang Fei and Qiu Hailin looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

If Cheng lost to Zhang Zhutong, the Internet would slander him!

And losing to Zhang Zhutong was highly probable …

These days, as the number one seed, Zhang Zhutong had been in the limelight. His competition had attracted the most attention. Tao Xiaofei and Cao Lele had watched it live since they had nothing else to do. They were impressed by this powerful figure who was known as the number one young martial artist in Xing Province.

"I didn't expect Brother Lou Cheng to be his opponent …" Qi Yunfei murmured.

She recalled what had happened before. Brother Lou Cheng and Zhang Zhutong had bumped into each other at the side door of the Ming Qi International Hotel where she was staying. However, at that time, Brother Lou Cheng had no one paying attention to him. He hadn't been invited to the Youth Tournament banquet and hadn't even caught Brother Lou Cheng's eye. Zhang Zhutong, on the other hand, was the focus of the crowd. He was the favorite to win the tournament and was surrounded by many fans.

Who would have thought that the two of them, who were in opposite situations, would meet in the semifinals?

Brother Lou Cheng will win … Qi Yunfei, Chen Xiaoxiao, and Ma Xi prayed silently.



In the living room of the Lou family, Lou Yuanwei saw the result of the draw and subconsciously looked at his grandfather, afraid that he would call his friends and family again.

This is not a good chance to show off!

He is likely to lose this competition!

"See? I told you not to call Old Xin and the others. "Lou Zhiqiang straightened his back and reprimanded his wife.

Although I haven't studied much, I know that the number one seed is much stronger than the number five or six seed!

Wang Lili glared at him but didn't say anything.

Just then, the phone rang and Old Master Lou Debang picked it up.

"Lou Debang, your grandson is in danger. My boss says that guy is very strong. He's the strongest young man in our province." A strong voice came from the other end of the phone.

Lou Debang guffawed.

"He's already in the top four, the top four of the entire province's young generation. Our family is very satisfied. So what if it's dangerous? We don't expect him to be the champion. There's only one champion, and it depends on luck and blessings."

Phone calls came in one after another. Old Master and Old Madam replied to them one by one. They looked a little tired. After all, they were not as happy as when they were showing off.



In Lou Cheng's high school classmate group chat.

"Damn it. Why did he get Zhang Zhutong? I was expecting Cheng to get Liu Xunzhen and enter the finals. He could wear out the other guy with his stamina! "Tao Xiaofei sent an emoji of" I'm so angry ".

As a bar goer, he had dabbled in smoking, drinking, and gambling. After entering the top 16, he bet 10,000 yuan that Lou Cheng would win the championship.

If he had known that he would get Zhang Zhutong, he would have used the money to "check" Gao Fen's nightclub.

"Isn't it normal to get Zhang Zhutong or Han Zhifei? It's even better if he doesn't get one of them. "Du Liyu replied with an emoji of a panda scratching its head.

"Ah, I know. I'm just venting …" Tao Xiaofei said with an emoji of spreading his hands.

Other classmates appeared one after another and suggested that Big Dog should send red packets to cheer for Lou Cheng.



"Little Sun, what do you think of this match?" Wei Renjie asked Sun Yixing, Wu Qinggui, and Chu Weicai while touching the bags under his eyes.

Sun Yixing thought for a while and answered, "Anyway, Zhang Zhutong is recognized as the number one martial artist in the province under the age of 26. Even Han Zhifei admits this. He just thinks that he has a sixty to forty chance of winning against Zhang Zhutong."

He showed off his English. After all, he had taken cultural courses in the martial arts school.

"If Lou Cheng can beat Zhang Zhutong, he will be recognized as the number one fighter in the province, regardless of whether he can win the other one in the finals. He is very strong, but I think he is still a year or so away from that position." Sun Yixing expressed his opinion.

To accommodate the broadcast, the semifinals and the finals were arranged very tightly with only an hour and a half of rest. Physical strength, the strength of the semifinal opponent, and the intensity of the match would all affect the final match. The loser was not necessarily weak, and the winner was not necessarily strong.

"Our Sir Lou doesn't fight for the number one position. He's the super one!" Wu Ting interrupted, which made Chu Weicai and Wei Renjie laugh.

Wu Ting finished muttering and looked at Zhang Qiufan, Yao Ruiwei, and the others who were looking serious. She frowned and frowned.

Sir Lou has met the devil in this match …



"Hahahaha, look, the hypocrite who made it to the top four by cheating is about to show his true colors!"

Yan Xiaoling punched the bed while reading the comments on the forum.

So angry!

She wanted to argue with the haters, but she didn't have the confidence to do so. She could only look at the screen and "ask" for the support of the guest grandpa.

"Professor Yu Hong, can you give us an analysis of the probability of winning this match?" asked the host.

Yu Hong smiled and answered, "Let's put it this way. Not counting his physical strength, strength, and speed, but his ability to perform several consecutive bursts, his mastery of force, and his simplified physical invulnerability moves, Lou Cheng is a real Professional Seventh Pin fighter of the Dan stage. He could even be considered a strong Professional Seventh Pin fighter. But if we take the previous aspects into account, he still lacks the foundation and can barely be regarded as a weak Professional Seventh Pin fighter. Besides, he has only been in the Dan stage for a few days, and it's said that he has only mastered" withdraw "for less than two months. In terms of experience and skills, he is far behind Zhang Zhutong."

"And Zhang Zhutong has completed seven consecutive bursts and mastered" Furnace Force ", but he doesn't have the simplified physical invulnerability moves."

"So, I think the odds are seven to three. Zhang Zhutong is seven to Lou Cheng's three. It's not impossible for him to win, and he has created miracles many times."

Hearing the guest grandpa's analysis, Yan Xiaoling put on a long face and prayed silently,

"Yuanshi Tianzun, Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, Buddha, and God, Amen … Let Lou Cheng defeat his opponent!"



"Number one seed? Zhang Zhutong? I know this one. He's really good! "Gu Shuang clapped her hands excitedly.

Feeling four pairs of eyes on her, she suddenly realized something. She smiled guiltily and said, "Ke, your man is better!"

Yan Zheke pursed her lips and stared at Lou Cheng who was sitting in the guest seat.

She glanced at her phone, stood up suddenly, and walked to the other side of the aisle.

"Ke, Ke, where are you going?" Gu Shuang asked in surprise.

"Washroom," Yan Zheke answered simply.

"Why didn't you call me?" Gu Shuang was used to going to the washroom with her girlfriends.

"You just went there with Sister Jingjing." Yan Zheke didn't turn her head.

"Haha, I almost forgot." Gu Shuang flipped her hair.

The match was about to start, and the audience had finished their business. The new round had not started yet, so the washroom was deserted. In the past, there would be a long line in the women's washroom, but now it was quiet.

This was exactly the environment Yan Zheke needed. She looked in the mirror, picked up her phone, and bit her lower lip with her white teeth. She plucked up her courage and said in a normal voice,

"Dear, dear, do your best!"

She finally shouted out these words. Her pretty face was blushing, and her eyes were shining. She was so shy.

Dear Cheng …



"Dear, dear, do your best!"

Lou Cheng didn't expect to hear this at this time, because he didn't have time to ask Coach Yan for it.

His lips curled up, and a smile bloomed on his face. He listened to this sentence many times and carefully saved it.

"Ke, your cheer came so suddenly that I didn't feel it. I just listened to it 38 times …" Lou Cheng expressed his excitement and joy in a humorous way.

"Humph, do your best!" Yan Zheke replied proudly.

"Yes, sir!" Lou Cheng put down his phone with a big smile. He seized the last moment to adjust his mental and physical state.

Five minutes later, Yin Huaming, the chairman of the Martial Artist Association of Xing Province, stepped into the arena as the referee to show the importance of young fighters in the martial arts circle of Xing Province.

"Round one, Zhang Zhutong VS Lou Cheng!" His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it spread far and wide, igniting the audience's cheers.

Amidst the cheers and boos, Lou Cheng walked towards the ring along the path that was filled with light.

Others may not believe it, but this is the first time I've fought in the semifinals.

Lou Cheng was the first to arrive at the stone steps leading to glory. He saw Zhang Zhutong walking up the stairs slowly and proudly, just like that night.

He was wearing a green and red martial arts suit with wind patterns on it. He had a handsome figure and deep eyes.

"Talk time starts now!" The referee, Yin Huaming, didn't waste any time.

Zhang Zhutong smiled and said,

"Lou Cheng, have you been online recently? People everywhere are saying that you made it to the top four because of your unorthodox moves. "

"Do you think Meng Jiefeng is not strong enough?" Lou Cheng didn't answer directly, in case he fell into a trap and affected his mood and condition.

His rhetorical question was quite sharp. Meng Jiefeng and Zhang Zhutong were both mainstays in the martial arts circle of Gao Fen, but Meng Jiefeng was more of a police officer. If Zhang Zhutong didn't think Meng Jiefeng was strong enough and that Lou Cheng, who had defeated him, wasn't qualified to be in the top four, then their relationship in the future would be very interesting.

What was said during the talk time might not be false. Otherwise, who would be provoked?

"No, I'm just a little emotional. In this Challenge Tournament, strength is important, but so is luck." Zhang Zhutong said leisurely, "In the last Youth Tournament, I was full of confidence. I thought I had the strength to make it to the top four even though I had just entered the Dan stage. Unfortunately, I met Captain Gao in advance and stopped in the top eight."

His eyes suddenly became terrifyingly sharp.

"Let me see if you're qualified to be in the top four!"

In an instant, his muscles bulged and his fighting spirit burst out. A slight wind blew around him.

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