"Songcheng University!"
The shouts were like a wave, roaring and almost overturning the roof of the martial arts arena. Lou Cheng, who was walking at the back, saw Chen Changhua, Li Mao, Guo Qing and the others pause. Even Lin Que, who was always cold and quiet, slowed down his pace.
How could such a scene not make one's blood boil?
The referee, a man with a broad face in his forties, was standing in the center of the arena. According to the rules of the Martial Arts Alliance, the referee and supervisor should be at least two ranks higher than the contestants in order to prevent accidental deaths and serious injuries. However, in a duel between three ranks of Physical Invulnerability experts, the referee and supervisor were almost non-existent, so there was no rank requirement. Fortunately, it was easy to defeat the experts of this rank, but difficult to injure them seriously. Who didn't have a trump card?
The gentleman of Professional Seventh Pin looked at the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club and Guannan School Martial Arts Club in their seats, took a deep breath and shouted clearly,
"The first match between Songcheng University Martial Arts Club and Guannan School Martial Arts Club."
"Lin Que VS Gu Yue!"
He didn't have the ability of Liang Yifan, so he could only rely on the loudspeaker to let his voice spread throughout the arena and drown out the waves of shouts.
With a boom, the atmosphere in the arena was pushed to the highest level as if there was a sonic boom in the arena.
Was it a duel between the leading fighters at the beginning?
Gu Yue shook his body and threw off his outer coat. He stood up in his sky-blue martial arts suit and strode to the stone steps in front of him.
"Come on, Gu Yue!" The Guannan School cheered loudly.
Their voices were drowned out in an instant. Every corner of the martial arts arena seemed to be set on fire.
"Go Lin Que!"
"Go Lin Que!"
Gu Yue stepped into the arena and saw a figure with a white background and black edges walking towards him. Lin Que touched the school badge on his chest, which said "All Mountains Are Small at a Glance". He calmed down and cupped his hands in front of his chest.
"I don't understand why you are such an idiot to choose Songcheng University. Don't you know the Martial Arts Club here is synonymous with a garbage dump? If you had come to Guannan, you would have had a chance to enter the national finals this year! " According to the usual practice, there would be three minutes of dialogue before the referee announced the start of the match. It could be a small talk, a heart-to-heart battle, and Gu Yue did not waste it.
Of course, this rule only applied before the start of the first round. The second and third rounds did not give time to recover.
Lin Que looked at him expressionlessly and didn't say a word.
"Why aren't you speaking? Are you afraid that the moment you open your mouth, you'll reveal the anger or regret in your heart?" Gu Yue jabbed at Lin Que with his trash talk, hoping to peel off the annoying "calm mask" of Lin Que before the fight officially started.
…
Three minutes were about to pass, but there was no change on Lin Que's face, which made Gu Yue feel frustrated. He blurted out, "Are you autistic? Or are they born deaf and mute? "
He wasn't expecting an answer, but Lin Que suddenly opened his mouth. His tone was cold and emotionless.
"There's nothing to say to the weak."
There's nothing to say to the weak? Weaklings? All of a sudden, Gu Yue's anger rushed to his head, his eyes burning red.
At this moment, the referee extended his hand and pressed down.
"Begin!"
Gu Yue leaned forward aggressively, trying to pull Lin Que into close combat range with a tough posture.
Lin Que took a step forward and dodged to the side. He twisted his waist and swung his fists at Gu Yue's left and right temples with a sound like the beating of golden drums.
Gu Yue didn't panic. He lowered his body slightly and blocked the attack with his hands. Then he tried to catch Lin Que with the Grappling Hand.
With another step, Lin Que changed his position to avoid the Grappling Hand. Then he twisted his body and kicked at Gu Yue's shin. As soon as the kick was blocked, Lin Que changed his position again, putting on the most standard and obvious guerrilla fighting posture.
"Guerrilla fighting … According to the collected information, his endurance is obviously not as good as mine, and guerrilla fighting consumes more energy than my steady defense. Is he using his weak point to attack my strong point? Is there a trap? " The thought flashed through Gu Yue's mind. His hands were like two iron plates, cooperating with his feet from time to time to defend.
Lin Que stepped to the left, and Gu Yue changed his standing posture and center of gravity accordingly. At this moment, he saw Lin Que straighten his back and straighten his spine like a wriggling python. He forcibly recovered his center of gravity and returned to his original position. Then he threw a palm at Gu Yue's weak point.
"What!" Gu Yue was a little flustered, but his mind was clear and his decision was decisive. He lowered his back and bent his legs to avoid the palm. Then he adjusted his center of gravity and raised his hands to block Lin Que's follow-up attack.
Bang!
Lin Que moved away again and continued to guerrilla, attacking once or twice from time to time.
"That was really dangerous. Lin Que's control and adjustment of center of gravity are almost at the level of Danqi. No wonder he chose guerrilla fighting. He wants to give me a hard hit." Gu Yue defended steadily and thought to himself, "There's no such thing as a thief for a thousand days. I have to create an opportunity to draw him closer. I can't let him change his direction so easily anymore. Maybe there will be more tricks next time!"
While thinking, Gu Yue pretended to be impatient. When Lin Que attacked again, he tried to catch up and counterattack, which slightly messed up his footwork.
Bang! Lin Que didn't waste this opportunity. He stepped forward and came to Gu Yue's front. His palm hit Gu Yue hard at the junction of his right shoulder and right arm.
"Nice!" The audience burst into cheers.
Gu Yue showed a ferocious smile in the midst of the cheers. His left hand seemed to have been prepared. He rolled up and grabbed Lin Que's arm. Then he stretched his legs and was about to give Lin Que a fatal hit!
But at this moment, he suddenly heard the sharp sound of wind. The scene of the crazy winter storm appeared in his mind, and he even felt a bit of pain on his face.
Lin Que didn't dodge. Calmness and madness coexisted in his eyes. He clenched his other hand into a fist and punched at Gu Yue. His momentum was extremely fierce and his speed was beyond imagination!
Gu Yue didn't dare to be careless. After weighing the pros and cons, he gave up the idea of sticking close to Lin Que. He shook his right hand and blocked with his left hand. He chose to defend again.
Punches, kicks, elbows and knees came one after another. Gu Yue felt like he was in a vast ice field facing an overwhelming snowstorm. He didn't even have the slightest chance to breathe.
In the seats of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club, Lou Cheng stood up unconsciously. This was the first eight strikes of 24 Blizzard Strikes!
In his eyes, Lin Que was getting faster and faster. Not only was he draining all his strength, but he was also constantly adjusting his center of gravity and muscles to borrow some strength from Gu Yue's parry. It was like there was a spring between them. Every time Lin Que retreated, Lin Que would move faster and faster, pushing the craziness and fierceness of the Blizzard Strike.
The more Gu Yue fought, the more frightened he became. He felt like he was a pedestrian in a snowstorm. If he didn't struggle, he would definitely die. If he struggled, he would waste precious energy. He was getting weaker and weaker, colder and colder.
"This is the true essence of 24 Blizzard Strikes. It doesn't stick to one move or one style …" Lou Cheng was dazzled. Every detail of his practice over the past month came to his mind. He kept breaking down and mixing them together. His hands were itching to try it out.
24 Blizzard Strikes was divided into three groups of eight strikes. What Lin Que showed was the essence of the first group, Brutal Blizzard. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of punches and kicks and the collision of bodies kept coming. The cheers in the martial arts stadium gradually died down.
Bang!
A figure kept retreating. He was kicked in the chest again and rolled out of the arena.
After a short silence, the crowd burst out again.
"Lin Que!"
The winner, Lin Que!
Gu Yue turned over and stood up, gasping for breath. He couldn't believe he was defeated like this. He had almost no chance to fight back. His chest hurt even more.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Que who was breathing unevenly on the arena. He snorted and returned to his seat. He said to Fei Sanli bitterly, "Don't give him time to recover. He can't hold on for long!"
Fei Sanli touched his bald head and laughed. He trotted to the stone steps and stepped into the arena.
Without the referee's announcement, he directly pounced on Lin Que with his footwork.
Lin Que didn't choose to dodge. He dodged sideways and narrowed the distance between them. They started to fight hand-to-hand.
Fei Sanli didn't give in and used all kinds of moves.
His two fingers brushed past Lin Que's eyelids. Lin Que's fist scraped his abdomen. His right hand grabbed a handful of Lin Que's hair. Lin Que's knife-hand chopped his arm … This fight was really unscrupulous. The referee, who had been waiting by the side, was secretly nervous. He was afraid that one wrong move would cause an accident or injury.
In an official martial arts competition, the two sides tacitly accepted the life and death contract. But after the competition, the referee would investigate whether he intentionally caused the death or injury. When it was time to act, he chose to ignore it.
After two or three minutes, the two figures suddenly separated. Lin Que squinted, bleeding from his nostrils and trembling body. Fei Sanli's face was bruised and swollen. He kept shaking his legs, as if he wanted to rub the bruises on the spot.
The referee glanced at them and raised his right hand.
"The winner, Fei Sanli!"
Victory and defeat were clear, so he stopped both sides from continuing to fight without regard for their lives.
Earth-shattering boos broke out. They despised Fei Sanli's hooligan fighting style.
Lin Que took a deep breath and turned around to leave the arena. He didn't waste any time to reduce Fei Sanli's recovery time.
Chen Changhua abruptly stood up and flexed the muscles in his arms. With a few vigorous steps, he crossed the stone steps and brushed past Lin Que.
Lou Cheng also went to support Lin Que. He felt that Lin Que's breath was gone. His body suddenly became weak and he almost fell.
"Thank you …" Lin Que said in a low voice.
"It's what I should do." Lou Cheng looked at him and said sincerely, "Your 24 Blizzard Strikes is really good."
But in this way, the consumption of physical strength is really terrible. After one round, even Lin Que couldn't bear it … Well, this fighting style is perfect with my characteristics!
I have never worried about the lack of physical strength!
It seems that Master didn't choose this martial arts style for no reason …
Chen Changhua stepped into the arena. In front of him was Fei Sanli, who was breathing heavily and looking miserable.
The scene suddenly changed. He seemed to return to the scene when he represented Songcheng University Martial Arts Club for the first time. After a long time, it was still vivid in his mind.
I was also in high spirits …
I was also full of enthusiasm …
I was also here to shine!
At this moment, waves of cheers rang out in his ears.
"Chen Changhua, come on!"
"Chen Changhua, come on!"
Chen Changhua, come on … Chen Changhua was stunned. He almost thought that he was in a dream.
His eyes were slightly red. He looked at Fei Sanli like a tiger and used the Snake Steps to rush over.
Seize the tail of youth. I can burn again!
I am the president of Songcheng University Martial Arts Club!
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