In the live broadcast room of the video website, the commentator, Zhang He, was full of praise for Lin Que's attack.
"If you look at the three moves separately, they're just so-so. The application of force is more important than the cleverness of the moves. But the connection between them … Ah, the connection is just right. One move after another, leaving no chance for Fang Zhirong to escape. Lin Que seems to have grasped some of the essence of the combo of the Fighting Sect."
"In the end, Fang Zhirong couldn't fight back. Firstly, his arm was caught. Secondly, his joints were pressed. Thirdly, Lin Que must have sent a corresponding force into his body, which affected him and made him unable to use his full strength. Otherwise, how could this combo be called 'Death'?"
"When Lin Que grabbed Fang Zhirong, pay attention to his fingers. There's also the performance of 'Dark Poison Force'. This should be a unique skill derived from the 'Shifting Stars' of the Fighting Sect. If I'm not wrong, it's probably the 'Yin-yang Twist' of the Ji Family. Risky, a little risky. With Lin Que's realm, it's a little risky …"
"Lin Que held back at the end. If he didn't hold back, with Fang Zhirong's current physique, he would've lost half of his life. If he was unlucky, his spine would've hit a sharp stone. Then he would've been paralyzed …"
"Fang Zhirong too. Sigh, how should I say this? Others are incoherent once they succeed. But he got it in one move and forgot to be cautious. He wanted to win too much and cared too much."
Listening to Old Master Zhang's explanation, the bullet screen floated by.
"Damn, Lin Que was so cool when he grabbed Fang Zhirong and pressed him down!"
"My blood is boiling from watching this!"
"When Fang Zhirong's back hit the arena with a bang, I was so excited that I was burning!"
"This is a competition, this is martial arts."
"Those who are burning should go away. Me too! But I'm supporting Shanbei! "
"When Fang Zhirong hit the ground, I, who am familiar with romance novels, thought of a word: a ravaged rag doll …"
"Sigh, looks like Fang Zhirong is falling behind. He's out of the competition for the Heavenly Son of the Age."
"He can't even beat Lin Que. What a piece of trash!"
"Damn, is this a fake competition? Just look at the odds!"
"I supported him so much. He's so useless!"
…
The audience couldn't hide their disappointment either. No one wanted to see Lin Que lose, but as supporters of the defending champion, they had experienced the test of battle time and time again, so they restrained their emotions and sincerely applauded Lin Que. They applauded for his performance just now, and for the last hit that made their adrenaline rush.
They tolerated Mu Jinnian's excitement and cheers to the greatest extent. Yan Xiaoling was stunned and suspected that Shanbei did not have many supporters. Most of the people present were hired extras.
Eh, his demeanor is not bad. I can let myself loose later! She thought silently.
Amidst the applause, the Shanbei students subconsciously turned their eyes to the home team seats, waiting for the "king" to pick up his "scepter" and ascend to his "throne" to appease the disappointment in everyone's hearts.
Ever since he entered university, he had never really failed!
Peng Leyun cast his gaze towards the ring and unhurriedly unzipped his clothes. He took off his winter coat, revealing the martial arts suit underneath.
Shanbei's martial arts suit was the traditional pure white, which clashed with Songcheng's white with black edges. This way, the audience would not be able to tell who was who during the fight, which was not good for the broadcast. Therefore, the defending champion showed his elegance and wore a spare black suit.
Peng Leyun's black suit made his skin look like white jade, with a faint glow. His whole temperament was cleaner and cleaner, like a god or an immortal.
On the chest of his martial arts suit, there was an embroidered pattern of two crowns, which symbolized that Shanbei had won two National University Martial Arts Competitions championships. Two years ago, there was none!
Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Peng Leyun flicked his clothes, collected his thoughts, and stood up with a focused gaze.
The moment he stood up, the audience went wild. Countless voices merged into one shout,
"Champion!"
…
On the arena, Lin Que let go of Fang Zhirong and took two steps back. He opened his mouth and breathed in big gulps of thin air. This was because he had consumed a lot of energy and was tired. It was also because of the remnants of the "Dark Poison Force" that was still affecting his body.
Dark Poison Force was poisonous. Unlike shock and pain, which could be completely neutralized by Force Concentration, there were bound to be side effects. It needed to be completely eliminated through the body's metabolism. If one encountered a martial artist who had mastered this kind of force and didn't have a strong enough physique, they might need to be treated with medicine to truly recover.
When Lin Que did not use Force Concentration to deal with Fang Zhirong's Rotation of Two Poles, he already had the idea of taking the risk of resisting the Dark Poison Force and using the Yin-Yang Twist to surprise his opponent. The reason for this was that he felt that the combination of the Dark Sect and the Plague Sect was strange and poisonous. If he was not careful, he would fall into the trap and lose the match. It was better to take the initiative to create an opportunity and grasp the victory in the palm of his hand. Even if he had to pay a high price, he would not hesitate.
If he wanted to defeat an opponent like Fang Zhirong, it was impossible to do so without paying a price.
Although Geezer Shi had specifically told him to "not be hasty" before entering the arena, Lin Que still believed in his own observation and judgment when it came to performing on the spot.
Fang Zhirong struggled to stand up. His eyes were full of anger. He was angry at his opponent, but even more angry at himself.
If he had not been happy after the Dark Poison Force had entered Lin Que's body and had not planned to take the opportunity to attack again, he would have immediately dodged like a normal Dark Sect member to open up a distance to prevent the opponent's fierce counterattack and wait for the toxins to fully take effect. There was no possibility of being hurt by the unique skill derived from Shifting Stars.
In that case, not only would Lin Que have to use one Dan stage explosion to reduce the toxins, but he would also be weakened to a certain extent in the future. Then, he would have more or less secured victory.
Regret and pain were like a poisonous snake gnawing at Fang Zhirong's soul. He did not care about politeness. He turned around and stumbled out of the arena. The anger in his body seemed to be about to be vented at any time.
He could already imagine what kind of comments would appear on the Internet. At the thought of this, he felt more sullen, more regretful, more angry, and more painful.
When he met Peng Leyun on the way, Fang Zhirong was completely immersed in his own world and did not notice him at all. Or rather, he did not want to notice him.
They brushed past each other and did not interact. Peng Leyun took a light breath and shook off the little emotions in his heart. He walked to the front of the stone steps with a smile and stepped onto the arena step by step. He did not release his imposing manner. Just the various halos on his body made Lin Que subconsciously hold his breath.
A man's name was like a tree's shadow. The Heavenly son of the age naturally had an intimidating aura.
In the guest team seats, Lou Cheng, Yan Zheke, and the others also focused their expressions. They restrained their joy and became serious and silent.
Lin Que had performed a Force Concentration and then completed the Triple Explosion. There was still the influence of the Dark Poison Force in his body. How much fighting strength did Lin Que have left? How much could he shake this Heavenly son of the age?
In the oppressive atmosphere, only Geezer Shi was nagging to himself, "Lin Que is also a person who does not listen to reason. I told him not to rush, I told him not to rush, but he just had to rush. If Fang Zhirong was not agitated by him and also became anxious and wanted to win more, he would have lost … Sigh, he does not listen to the advice of an old man. Sigh, sigh, sigh."
He actually did not suffer in front of him!
…
Peng Leyun and Lin Que stood on both sides of the referee amidst the shouts of "Champion" that filled the arena.
The referee did not delay and announced loudly,
"Second round, start!"
The sound of "start" was still echoing. Just when everyone thought Lin Que would use the tactic of avoiding the opponent's main force to save his strength and try to exhaust Peng Leyun and seize the opportunity to break out the Dan stage at the critical moment, the qi, blood, and force around his body suddenly contracted and condensed, then expanded and expanded.
With a bang, it was as if a bomb had exploded under Lin Que's feet. Countless pieces of debris flew out in all directions. His entire body turned into a high-speed heavy truck, as if he was chasing after the sound. He rushed towards his opponent with a buzzing sound, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.
But just when he took a step, Peng Leyun seemed to have a premonition. His qi and blood condensed and his waist swayed like a cloud, naturally and harmoniously bouncing out. He faced the challenge head-on and did not avoid it at all.
With this flick, there seemed to be an afterimage in the air. It seemed that in just an instant, Peng Leyun had arrived in front of Lin Que, despite moving later.
Dong!
Peng Leyun stomped on the ground and shook the arena. Lou Cheng and Li Mao, who were sitting in the away team seats, could feel the power of ten thousand galloping horses. They saw Peng Leyun's arm swing back and threw out a punch like thunder breaking through the sky.
The 36th move of the Thunder Sect, Flash Attack!
Lin Que hurriedly stopped and turned the kinetic energy into strength. His muscles bulged and he raised his arm. His fist turned into a cannonball and shot out like a bolt of lightning.
He knew Peng Leyun had Flash Attack, but he did not expect his opponent to have predicted that he would cut off all means of retreat!
Boom!
The "meteor" exploded, and the airflow turned into waves that flooded toward Peng Leyun. However, the God's favored one's fist forcibly dispersed the shockwave, passed through the gale, and collided with Lin Que's right fist.
The muffled sound was covered by the explosion. Lin Que's body leaned back as if he could not bear it and was about to fall back. But he once again used Force Concentration to reverse his qi and blood. He controlled his center of gravity, stabilized his stance, and stepped out with his left foot.
Almost at the same time, Peng Leyun held his Dan in his abdomen, expanded his right leg, and sent a hidden force down from the soles of his feet.
Poof!
A muffled sound came from inside the arena, but the green bricks did not crack!
Lin Que's "Ground Fissure" was so easily neutralized!
Peng Leyun used the rebound to jump up and reach out his hands to grab both of his opponent's shoulders.
Lin Que felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and hurriedly raised his arm in an attempt to ward off the attack. At this moment, Peng Leyun's veins bulged like numerous flood dragons, showing a strong sense of strength. But in response, Lin Que swayed his waist and back and smoothly flashed behind his opponent. The position of his hands did not change, but the path he came from was forcibly changed into an arc and was no longer the same, just enough to avoid the attack.
Peng Leyun pressed down with his hands and clasped his fingers. Lin Que's body suddenly became numb and stiffened, almost collapsing.
The referee raised his right hand and announced loudly,
"Second round, Peng Leyun wins!"
Three moves, Peng Leyun wins!
Lin Que regained his composure and turned his head around. He looked at his opponent with a complicated gaze and said in a low, muffled voice,
"Thank you."
"Thank you for not underestimating me and going all out!"
Peng Leyun smiled and nodded. He did not look like he had just fought a match.
In the away team seats, Lou Cheng exhaled and took off his jacket.
The scenes of the past four months of hard training and the discussions with Yan Zheke flashed in his mind.
Is it finally going to start?
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