December 21st, three o 'clock in the afternoon.
The referee stood in the middle of the ring and shouted,
"First round between Shanbei University Martial Arts Club and Songcheng University Martial Arts Club."
"Fang Zhirong VS Lin Que!"
As the voice echoed, Lin Que and Fang Zhirong stood up at the same time, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
Maybe it was out of habit, or maybe it was because he had been influenced for a long time, but Lin Que didn't go directly to the ring. Instead, he bumped fists with his teammates from left to right and heard cheers after cheers.
When it came to the coach, Geezer Shi coughed. Unlike the young people, he only spat out two words,
"Don't worry."
"Don't worry …" Lin Que repeated silently. There seemed to be a flash of light in his deep eyes.
He turned around and left his seat. Along the path to the defending champion, he walked step by step to the front of the stone steps. Around him, the deafening sound of trumpets rose and fell, one after another, welcoming Fang Zhirong to the ring.
Fang Zhirong was a big boy of medium height with a delicate appearance. He looked shy, but his eyes were wild and stubborn. There seemed to be a proud and sharp soul hidden in his body.
As soon as he stood on the right side of the referee, he stared sharply at Lin Que, full of eagerness to fight.
Lin Que didn't show any weakness. He looked back calmly, as if there was a flame burning in the depths of his eyes.
Defeating a qualified opponent was what every martial artist yearned for and looked forward to!
The tense scene in the ring made the host in the live broadcast room sigh with emotion.
"Last September, they were both highly anticipated genius fighters in the martial arts circle of the university, but they never got the chance to fight each other. One of them was overshadowed by Peng Leyun's brilliance, and the other was overtaken by Lou Cheng, whose brilliance was overshadowed by Lou Cheng. Both of them have their own shortcomings. Today's duel will definitely have a loser and a winner. Well, we can't rule out a tie. In short, the winner will get back the glory that belongs to him, and the loser will be dejected, suffer greater setbacks, and bear greater pressure. Senior Zhang, who do you think will win?"
"It's hard to say." Zhang Heren shook his head and didn't make a definite judgment. "They have just entered the Dan stage a few months ago and are still in the stage of advancing by leaps and bounds. How many moves of the Fighting Sect has Lin Que mastered? How many breakthroughs of the Meteor Force has Fang Zhirong made? What new things have Fang Zhirong comprehended from the incomplete Dark Sect, Plague Sect and Magnetic Sect? None of these are known to outsiders. In other words, they don't know much about each other. This competition is full of variables."
While the host and the guests were chatting, the referee looked around and extended his right hand.
"Conversation time starts now."
Fang Zhirong smiled bashfully. The fighting spirit in his eyes grew stronger.
"When I first entered university, I kept hearing your name and was always compared to you. It was inevitable that I wanted to fight with you. But last year, President Xu awakened the 'Corvine Beak' supernatural ability and didn't give me a chance. Now, I can finally officially fight with you!"
At this point, he was no longer courteous and courteous.
"Let's see who is more powerful and who doesn't live up to his name!"
"Let's see who is the real Heavenly Son of the era!"
Since August, I have been holding my breath, waiting for today, waiting for the battle to prove myself!
Facing his provocative and provocative words, Lin Que didn't even blink. He stood there with a blank expression. He was silent, brewing, and secretly counting.
Fang Zhirong knew his opponent's usual behavior, so he didn't care. After speaking his mind, he felt relieved and began to adjust his body slightly. He rotated the local magnetic field and pushed his state higher bit by bit.
When the conversation time was coming to an end, he suddenly saw Lin Que open his mouth and reply to his previous words.
"Unfortunately, you are not Peng Leyun."
Unfortunately, you are not Peng Leyun … Does that mean I'm not qualified? Is there a big gap between me and Peng Leyun? Fang Zhirong was hit in the part of his heart that he didn't want to be touched. Because of his deeply hidden inferiority, he was furious. Like a stray cat whose tail was stepped on, his pupils contracted and his hair stood on end. He was about to rush forward and tear his enemy apart.
Sooner or later, I will defeat Peng Leyun. Sooner or later, I will surpass him!
"This day" will start with defeating you!
Just as Fang Zhirong was about to come to his senses and suppress his emotions, the referee raised his right hand and suddenly swung it down.
"Begin!"
Lin Que's grasp of the enemy's psychology and his use of time could be described as accurate. He was worthy of being a top student of the Psychology Department.
However, when it came to psychological problems, those who could treat themselves couldn't treat themselves. Moreover, they were resistant to other people's treatment.
Fang Zhirong was burning with anger. He bent his back and rushed toward his opponent in a zigzag manner, sticking close to the ground. His speed was extremely fast and his footwork was very strange. His opponent couldn't grasp where he would land every time.
Lou Cheng's Snake Steps mixed with Mercurial Balance paled in comparison to his current state.
Even if he was furious, Fang Zhirong was still a battle-hardened martial artist. He had seen Lin Que's previous matches and had a deep impression of Lin Que's lightning-fast attack at the beginning of the match. He didn't give him such a chance.
Lin Que looked indifferent. He didn't make the first move. His muscles and fascias operated and his feet moved toward Fang Zhirong, turning from passive to active.
The sound of wind filled the arena. The two of them moved quickly and kept crossing each other. Each of them was looking for the best opportunity to attack. However, as soon as such an opportunity appeared, it was often covered by the opponent's footwork. They didn't collide for dozens of seconds, as if they were performing a dance for the audience.
The layman enjoyed the show, while the expert appreciated the skill. While the audience was slightly disappointed that there wasn't a physical fight, Lou Cheng was watching attentively.
His brother-in-law and Fang Zhirong's footwork were different. Fang Zhirong's footwork was ingenious. He moved in a straight line like a shooting star. He won with 'speed' and won with 'skill'. The other was curved but not straight. He moved in circles and was more unpredictable. He was like a ghost in the dark night.
Of course, they weren't very accomplished in this aspect. They were obviously weaker than Qiu Lin, who had practiced her family's footwork to the level of "Lotus Steps, Accompanying Clouds and Thunder".
Lou Cheng had to practice Yu Steps to the level of "Astral Wind Steps". When he walked, he was surrounded by "Astral Wind" and made continuous explosive sounds. Only then could he be considered a match.
After a few more rounds, the distance between the two of them was getting shorter and shorter. Lin Que and Fang Zhirong seized the opportunity almost at the same time. Before they could use their strength and Dan Qi, Lin Que exploded the strength in his shoulders and quickly swung his forearms to punch out like lightning. The other's back muscles swelled, and he slid forward and punched out like an illusion in the night.
Bang!
Their opportunities were intercepted by each other. The two fists collided in mid-air, making the first muffled sound of the match.
Seeing the two fists freeze in mid-air, Fang Zhirong's elbow joint was dislocated in a strange position, causing his forearm to rise like a venomous snake. He leaped up close to Lin Que's fist, his five fingers spread open, and quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly grabbed his opponent's arm.
At this moment, Fang Zhirong's five fingers glowed with a faint dark light, as if they had turned into poisonous fangs. He was going to inject a deadly substance into Lin Que's body through contact.
The Dark Sect's "Dark Poison Force"!
This force originated from the Plague Sect and was also known as the "Plague Force". It was later learned by the founder of the "Infinite Scripture of Dark Sky" and incorporated into his own knowledge. It became one of the core forces of the Dark Sect. Compared to the original version, it was less poisonous and more mysterious. No matter where Lin Que was touched, as long as it was not blocked by his force, he would be poisoned!
Although the "Dark Poison Force" that Fang Zhirong had mastered couldn't threaten Lin Que's life with his current state, it could at least cause various negative effects, such as dizziness, difficulty in breathing, chest tightness and shortness of breath, effectively reducing the opponent's strength. Moreover, the "poison" would definitely accumulate, stacking over and over again. It would be difficult for Lin Que to withstand it.
Fang Zhirong's five fingers were like fangs that were about to bite down. It was so fast that it was impossible to dodge.
At this moment, the muscles on Lin Que's arm suddenly tightened and contracted, tightly sticking to his bones. It made that part of his body "shorter" out of thin air, causing Fang Zhirong's "poisonous fangs" to be slightly faster. It was as if he was trapped in a place of nothingness.
This tightening and contraction was not normal. It was done by Lin Que's "Force Concentration".
Following that, he didn't try to grab his opponent's wrist. Instead, he spurted out his Dan Force and stomped his left foot.
The 16th move of the Fighting Sect, Earth Cracking!
Boom!
The sound exploded from inside the arena. The ground under Fang Zhirong's feet suddenly cracked open, with a strong force rushing up like a volcano coming to life.
Compared to the previous move, Lin Que's move had improved a lot.
Fang Zhirong felt pain in the sole of his foot and couldn't help but pull back his leg. His body lost its balance and became unsteady.
During this process, his right hand moved up and his five fingers left Lin Que's arm. He couldn't catch Lin Que anymore, so he injected the poison force.
Lin Que's eyes flashed. He wanted to seize the opportunity to start a combo.
In this situation, Fang Zhirong didn't follow the momentum of the swaying to avoid the follow-up attacks with his footwork. He also didn't use Force Concentration to circulate his Qi and blood to stabilize his body and defend against the counterattack. Instead, he swayed his center of gravity, exerted strength in his shoulders, and swung his right hand backward, hitting Lin Que's arm with the back of his palm.
He did some visualization in his mind. The darkness on his fingertips faded quickly, and the edge of his palm was stained with a touch of green.
Bam!
Lin Que, who was about to attack, couldn't dodge in time. The back of Lou Cheng's hand brushed past his forearm. His vision suddenly turned black and he felt an indescribable pain. It was as if he had suffered a fracture, as if he had been hit in a vital part.
It was just a brush, but it hurt so much.
The 27th move of the Plague Sect, "Scorpion Tail Needle".
Fang Zhirong hadn't wasted the past few months. Not only had he mastered the force, but he had also mastered two unique moves.
This move couldn't bring out the toxicity of the "Dark Poison Force", but it could cause more pain than normal, which would obviously affect the enemy.
Although Lin Que's right hand wasn't hurt, it still felt like it was disabled because it was uncomfortable when he used force.
At this time, Fang Zhirong finally swung away and staggered back a few steps.
Lin Que knew that this kind of stimulation could be resolved by shrinking his qi and blood, force and spirit, but it was equivalent to wasting a chance to break out the Dan stage. Therefore, he stubbornly clenched his teeth and endured the pain without doing anything.
His face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
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