When the ring was cleaned, the referee let Li Mao and Fei Sanli get closer to each other. Then he raised his right hand and announced the start of the match.
Li Mao had succeeded in meditating for several months now. He no longer had a superficial understanding of the 24 Blizzard Strikes. He was ready in both form and spirit. Therefore, he took the initiative to step forward, trying to seize the opportunity to attack and find an opportunity to use his moves.
At this moment, his body was slightly trembling with a little bit of nervousness. But this was not the abnormal behavior that affected his judgment. It was the normal psychology of wanting to win and fearing to lose, which stimulated the secretion of hormones and nerves.
Fei Sanli had anticipated Li Mao's opening attack. He didn't play guerrilla warfare or avoid the sharp edge of the 24 Blizzard Strikes. He lowered his head and bulged his muscles. He turned into a bison and rushed to meet Li Mao's attack.
His bald head reflected the light in the room, creating a bit of ferociousness.
When the two were about to collide, Fei Sanli suddenly turned sideways, raised his left arm, and waved his elbow to hit Li Mao's chest.
Li Mao was not in a hurry. He visualized the Mega Avalanche and raised his arms, one supporting and the other pushing. He firmly blocked Li Mao's elbow attack and took advantage of the momentum to tighten his waist and back, ready to counterattack with his leg.
But Fei Sanli was not easy to deal with. He followed Li Mao closely. With the help of the collision, he swung his waist and waved his right fist toward Li Mao's face, aiming at the bridge of his nose and the space between his eyebrows.
Li Mao straightened his spine and channeled his strength to shoot out his left arm to block in front of his face, firmly protecting himself.
Bang! The punch made a muffled sound and stirred up the wind.
At this distance, Li Mao's eyes were the first to be affected. He subconsciously became weak to avoid the wind blowing in and irritating his eyes.
This was the effect Fei Sanli wanted to achieve. While Li Mao's line of sight was blocked, he used his left elbow as a fulcrum to fling out his forearm. He spread his five fingers and fiercely and quickly slapped Li Mao's throat.
Originally, he could have used this move from the very beginning, but he patiently waited until the enemy's eyes were blown by the wind, then he leisurely used it.
For a moment, Li Mao couldn't see clearly and lost confidence in his judgment. He couldn't help but feel a little scared. He didn't dare to take the blow head-on. He exerted strength in his legs and jumped back a big step. He quickly adjusted his muscles in an attempt to control his center of gravity in the shortest time possible.
How could Fei Sanli let go of this opportunity? Since his attack missed, he quickly closed in on his opponent. Then, with a burst of strength from his shoulders, he turned his palms into knives and chopped down from both sides.
Li Mao had just steadied himself and opened his eyes again. He didn't have time to dodge, so he could only shake his arms and swing them out to meet the enemy's palm blade.
During the exchange of blows, Fei Sanli's palm blade changed from a chop to a press. He pulled his waist, thighs, and pulled out his left foot, straight between his opponent's legs.
Pa! His left leg tightened into a whip, tearing the air along the way, making Li Mao's hair stand on end. He suddenly turned his waist, the lower half of his body diagonally facing the enemy.
Then, he lifted his right leg and bent his knee for a short strike.
This series of attacks caused him to be a little flustered and frightened. Fortunately, he did not lose his composure and was unable to respond in time.
Bang! In the muffled sound, Li Mao borrowed strength and kicked his right foot down. He was about to lean forward and punch to counterattack with the momentum of Brutal Blizzard.
However, when Fei Sanli saw that he could not succeed, he sensibly dodged and circled behind Li Mao, not giving him a chance to counterattack.
Seeing this, Li Mao restrained his impetuous feeling and calmed down. He adjusted his position and countered the attacks as they came, but at the same time, he did not forget to look for opportunities to create a situation suitable for himself.
Pa Pa Pa! Bang Bang Bang! The two sometimes fought hand-to-hand and sometimes separated. Fei Sanli was shrewd and sleek, firmly controlling the rhythm and not letting Li Mao use 24 Blizzard Strikes more than twice.
They fought fiercely for several minutes, which made the students feel satisfied. From time to time, they blew their trumpets and banged their inflatable hammers, as if they were here to celebrate a festival.
Li Mao thought that Fei Sanli had only played a few matches of Professional Ninth Pin and had only recovered for less than a week, so he did not rush to attack. He fought in a well-behaved manner, waiting for an opportunity to come.
While they were fighting, he suddenly saw the bald man's knees soften and his sliding steps stagnate.
Opportunity!
Li Mao was refreshed. He took a big step forward, exerted strength under his feet, spread his right arm, and blasted a blast punch forward.
Fei Sanli quickly lowered his center of gravity and raised his arms to block.
Bang! Li Mao's right fist failed to break the opponent's stance and bounced back. But in his mind, he had already visualized the scene of a blizzard. He slightly changed his posture, adjusted his muscles, and used the force to shake out his left arm. He stabbed at the enemy's throat like a big gun.
Fei Sanli's eyes did not move, but his other hand clenched into a fist and punched back the blow.
The Brutal Blizzard did not stop once it started. Li Mao took advantage of the situation and kicked with a whistling sound.
But right at this moment, his thighs suddenly felt sore and weak. His strength paused, and he almost fell down.
Fei Sanli smiled and leaned forward. He stretched out his right hand, opened his five fingers, and pinched Li Mao's neck.
Humph, who doesn't know that 24 Blizzard Strikes is a test of endurance? I let you hit so many times in order to exhaust your physical strength and push you to the limit step by step.
In the end, he purposely showed a flaw, forcing you to use "Brutal Blizzard" again. And at this time, how many moves can you make in your current state?
Hehe, if you continue to fight steadily, I will have a flaw, and the winner will be uncertain!
The referee raised his right hand and announced the result.
"Fei Sanli wins!"
Hearing this, Fei Sanli withdrew his right hand and looked at Li Mao with a smile.
"Boy, you are still too inexperienced."
Although we are all juniors, I have been through hundreds of battles.
Li Mao exhaled, feeling a little lost and sad, but more of self-examination and reflection, he did not feel the pain.
In a martial arts competition, there was no such thing as only winning and not losing.
And Fei Sanli was indeed better than him.
He turned and walked to the stone steps, while the students in the stands cheered and encouraged him.
"Li Mao, come on!"
"You fought well!"
They were very confident about the final result, and the temporary failure did not affect their mood at all.
Hearing these cheers, Li Mao smiled and raised his hands to thank them, without any guilt or pressure.
In the home team seats, Lou Cheng looked at Yan Zheke and said with a smile,
"It seems that I have to bully the weak."
Yan Zheke rolled her eyes at him and hummed,
"If you can't win in three moves, don't come back!"
She reached out and high-fived Lou Cheng.
"Three moves? You are too lenient to Cheng, aren't you? "Cai Zongming interrupted," I'll bet on one move! "
"Bet on what?" Lou Cheng did not rush to the arena, but bumped fists with his team members one by one.
Cai Zongming said without hesitation, "Bet on my integrity! Don't you go easy on me! "
"Forget it. What's the point of betting on something you don't have?" Lou Cheng tidied his sleeves and walked to the stone steps.
Seeing him, the whole stadium suddenly became noisy. Yan Xiaoling standing in the aisle, Zhao Qiang, Li Liantong and the others in their seats all raised their voices and shouted a name.
"Lou Cheng!"
The sound was overwhelming, as if they were welcoming their hero!
Lou Cheng waved his hand and walked along the road to the stone steps. Mu Jinnian in the stands stamped his feet and complained that Coach Shi did not let Lin Que go.
Standing in front of Fei Sanli, Lou Cheng looked calm and his eyes were clear. He smiled and said,
"Don't worry. I'll do my best."
This was the respect for the fighter.
Don't worry? I don't f * cking feel relieved at all! Please, don't respect me! Fei Sanli took a deep breath and saw the referee raise his right hand again. He shouted,
"Start!"
He did not even bother to say which round it was. Anyway, it was the last round.
Fei Sanli knew that he was exhausted and did not struggle. Anyway, it was not shameful to lose to Lou Cheng. Even in his best condition, there was a huge gap between him and Lou Cheng, let alone now.
He abruptly took a few steps forward, swung his arm, and punched out powerfully.
Lou Cheng smiled. He opened his right hand and grasped Fei Sanli with his palm. When they touched, Lou Cheng suddenly reversed his qi and blood and condensed them in his lower abdomen.
Fei Sanli suddenly felt his fist sinking into nothingness. It was soft and powerless. Then he saw the enemy's arm bulging and felt a violent and majestic force surging toward him. It was as if he had encountered a real dragon that had ascended to the sky.
Lou Cheng's dantian Qi gushed out. He swung his waist and back, shook his arm and threw Fei Sanli high into the air.
Fei Sanli entered the state of cloud riding without resistance. He quickly adjusted his center of gravity and tried to stabilize his body. But he was surprised to find that he did not lose his balance at all. He just flew up.
Bam!
He landed firmly on the ground and saw the edge of the arena. He saw it from the outside!
He was thrown out of the arena from the center position. He did not know how many meters he flew, but his center of gravity was stable and he did not stagger.
His ability to lift something heavy as if it were light was simply terrifying!
Fei Sanli looked up in surprise and saw Lou Cheng had put away his stance and was standing there leisurely.
At this time, the referee announced the final result.
"Lou Cheng wins!"
"Songcheng University Martial Arts Club wins!"
The students were stunned by the scene just now. They had a feeling that it was unscientific. Only when they heard the referee's voice did they come back to their senses. They blew their small trumpets to create a lively atmosphere.
When Lou Cheng turned around and left the arena, they shouted in unison,
"Lou Cheng! Lou Cheng! "
"Lin Que! Lin Que! "
"Songcheng University! Songcheng University! "
Enjoying the atmosphere, Lou Cheng returned to his seat and said to Yan Zheke with a smile,
"One move!"
Yan Zheke snorted and turned her head with a smile. Then she looked at the arena and both sides. She suddenly thought of the next division and the final round in April next year.
At this time, Shu Rui came over with her team to record the details of their celebration.
"Lin Que, I rarely see you play with your phone." She glanced at the expressionless young man who was typing on the screen.
Lin Que looked at her and did not answer. He continued to type in the search box.
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