"It's interesting to fight with a supernatural flying ability …" Lying on the ground, Qu Hui looked up at Lou Cheng and repeated Lou Cheng's words blankly. For a moment, he even forgot that the coldness in his body had disappeared. He forgot to turn over and stand up, forgetting his usual demeanor.
"He fought with me for so long because he wanted to experience and enjoy the unique experience of fighting with a supernatural flying ability?"
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Qu Hui's heart expanded and contracted, spurting out streams of hot blood to disperse the remaining coldness. However, he didn't feel warm at all. Instead, he felt like he had sunk into a ten-thousand-year-old ice cave, feeling the darkness, depression, and coldness around him.
"Is this the taste of despair?"
"Is the gap between me and Lou Cheng so big?"
"Even when facing him who hasn't recovered from his internal injuries, I can only be killed within seconds?"
His previous self-esteem had turned into sarcasm and slaps in the face …
"Hehe, how could there be such a free lunch?"
Lou Cheng didn't say anything. He cupped his hands, turned around, and walked to the stone steps.
To be honest, Qu Hui did have the combat strength of a Professional Seventh Pin. If it were another weak Professional Sixth Pin who hadn't recovered from their internal injuries, it would be more troublesome to deal with him. However, Lou Cheng's unique skills just happened to restrain him, so he could kill him within seconds. It was like fighting a fighter who had just entered the Dan stage and didn't have supernatural abilities.
For example, although Lou Cheng couldn't detect the operation of his supernatural ability with the Ice Mirror, Qu Hui didn't rush at him recklessly. He would still make a move to kick him, so there was a prelude. This made it easier for Lou Cheng to "predict" and respond in advance, so Lou Cheng's strange change of direction had little effect. Similarly, the long-range attack ability of the Army Formula within a certain range solved the problem of how to hit him. Moreover, Qu Hui didn't have a corresponding secret defense method, and his spirit wasn't strong enough to resist a little like a Professional Seventh Pin fighter, so the result was self-evident.
In other words, it would be more difficult for Lou Cheng to fight a normal Professional Seventh Pin fighter in the Dan stage than Qu Hui.
Of course, the rules of the Challenge Tournament also limited the opponent's performance. If Qu Hui was allowed to use weapons, things would be completely different if he gave him a bow, a crossbow, or a hot weapon in the air.
Watching Lou Cheng leave the arena and walk to the seats, the surrounding audience fell silent. The overwhelming boos had already dissipated, leaving only the lingering sound.
Booing the other party at this time was more like booing oneself!
Walking along the road back to the starting point, Lou Cheng saw Yan Zheke walking up to him. She clenched her fist and shouted with a smile,
"Cheng, you did a great job! You're really amazing! "
She was responding to the earlier "You played great" and "You played great" jokes.
Smiling tacitly, Lou Cheng's mood became more and more cheerful. After bumping fists with the girl, he high-fived Lin Que, Li Mao, Cai Zongming and the others. Everyone was very happy.
Haiyuan was weaker than Sanjiang. If they could get past this hurdle, it would mean that the door to the Nationals was right in front of them!
"I really want to celebrate, but reason tells me that I can't get carried away and look down on Hai Yuan," Sun Jian said with a smile.
"Good that you understand! Keep a low profile and accumulate good karma! "Lin Hua glared at him.
While everyone was talking and laughing, Geezer Shi waved his hand and said, "Let's go back to the locker room first. Don't you feel embarrassed celebrating in front of so many sad classmates?"
"Of course!" Cai Zongming replied without hesitation.
That being said, he still followed behind the rest of the team and entered the locker room in the oppressive atmosphere that pervaded the entire venue.
Well, he felt embarrassed to celebrate, but he was more afraid of provoking the impulsive classmates and being trampled by thousands of people …
In the stands, Yan Xiaoling was like an abandoned quail. For a moment, she wanted to cry but had no tears. She wanted to celebrate but had to look around, trembling in fear under the gloomy faces of so many people.
"Alas!" She sighed deliberately and lowered her head with Mu Jinnian, pretending to be sad.
Don't hit me, we're on the same side!
…
January 5th, 3: 45 p.m. In the martial arts arena of Haiyuan Academy.
Lou Cheng looked at the fierce battle in the arena. He leaned over to Yan Zheke's ear and said in a low voice,
"Your brother doesn't want me to fight today, does he?"
Yan Zheke rolled her eyes and said, "My brother left the whole Qu Hui to you in the last match. Isn't that enough?"
It was Sun Jian's turn to be the vanguard in the match against Haiyuan Academy. However, he still didn't have a good time. At the beginning of the match, he met Cheng Du and Jin Sha, who were in the Dan stage and supernatural ability, who were easily defeated. Then Lin Que showed what he had learned. After three minutes of fierce battle, he defeated Cheng Du with Death Sentence again.
In the next two matches, he faced two different Professional Ninth Pin fighters. At first, he seized the opportunity to defeat one of them with the outburst of the Dan stage. Now, he was fighting hard with his exhausted body.
While Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke were whispering to each other, Lin Que used Mercurial Balance to find his opponent's weakness. He moved his arms quickly and threw out Meteor Force.
Bang!
Lu Yaqian's blood and Qi churned and rushed straight to her throat. Her internal organs seemed to be trembling violently along with her muscles and tendons. She wanted to exert strength with her arms, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't raise them. She could only watch as the other party's fist hovered beside her temple.
The referee raised his right hand and said with the sound of Dantian,
"Round Four, Lin Que wins!"
"Final result, Songcheng University Martial Arts Club wins!"
Lin Que withdrew his fist and gasped for breath. The sweat on his forehead dripped down, but there was a flash of joy in his tired eyes.
Lou Cheng and the others jumped up together and high-fived each other with smiles on their faces, as if they were saying "Happy New Year" to each other during the Spring Festival.
National Competition, we're finally here!
They didn't have the excitement and ecstasy after a hard battle, but they had a sense of certainty and beauty.
After returning to Songcheng and entering the campus, Cai Zongming suddenly suggested with a smile,
"Why don't we have a meal together? Celebrate? "
Songcheng University Martial Arts Club, which hadn't entered the National Competition for many years, did have a reason to celebrate!
"Sure, where should we go?" Lou Cheng immediately agreed.
After answering, he realized that he wasn't the one making the decision. He quickly looked at his master embarrassedly.
"Let's go, let's go. Of course we should celebrate. Don't forget to order a few bottles of good wine for this old man. I'll pay for it from the Martial Arts Club." Geezer Shi agreed with a smile.
Everyone cheered and began to discuss where to have a meal. In the end, Little Ming made the final decision.
"Let's go to the food stall. It's a little low-class, but we can have a good celebration."
After inviting Shu Rui and her shooting team, the Martial Arts Club members went to the food stall near the old campus. They found a spacious place and ordered barbecue, dry pot, goose lips and other dishes. The table was full of food.
After opening a bottle of wine for Geezer Shi, Lou Cheng and the others poured juice and raised their glasses. Under the camera, they clinked glasses with each other and shouted their emotions in unison,
"National Competition! National Competition! "
Their voices were loud and youthful.
Seeing this scene, Shu Rui couldn't help but recall the beautiful life in college. She felt sad and sad.
She really wanted to be reborn to the day when she first entered the school, to savor and enjoy the past bit by bit.
Once they graduated, they would go their separate ways. Many things in the past and many friendships could never be returned.
In the wanton celebration, the noisy Lou Cheng and the others at the next table were dissatisfied. A young man with a tattoo on his arm came over and shouted,
"What's the noise!"
"Sorry, we'll be careful." Lou Cheng blushed and apologized immediately, feeling that he and the others seemed to have violated public morality.
The young man looked around and sneered,
"Is it enough to just pay attention?"
Seven or eight men at their table stood up together.
Lou Cheng's mouth twitched,
"Then how about this?"
With a flick of his wrist, he flung out a ball of crimson flames, causing it to explode in front of the tattooed young man. The flames leaped up and illuminated the other party's face.
… The tattooed young man was stunned and didn't know what to do. Until his companions came over and pretended to be mediators, they helped him back.
Lou Cheng ignored the astonished eyes around him and took back his hand. He sat down again, picked up a beef skewer, and started to eat.
We don't want to cause trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble!
"Cheng, this doesn't seem like your style." Yan Zheke leaned towards him with a smile and whispered.
"Why not?" Lou Cheng asked, amused.
Yan Zheke rolled her eyes, gritted her teeth, and said with a smile, "I thought you would keep a low profile and crack the cement floor to scare him back. But you directly used the supernatural ability of fire to show off. Hmm, that's too flamboyant. It's not like you ~!"
"The one who knows me best is Ke. In fact, at the beginning, I also considered cracking the cement floor without anyone noticing. This is relatively subtle and low-key. However, after serious consideration, I gave up on this idea." Lou Cheng sighed.
Yan Zheke blinked her eyes and asked curiously, "Why?"
Lou Cheng answered bitterly, "You'll be fined if you crack the cement floor!"
Once bitten, twice shy!
Pfft! Yan Zheke turned her head and almost laughed out loud.
The dinner lasted until eight o 'clock in the evening. When everyone was full, they raised their glasses and shouted again,
"National Competition! National Competition! "
…
In the following days, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke entered the busy exam season. They reviewed exams, reviewed exams, and worked together.
On the 16th of January, before they had one last exam left, another event began on time.
That was the drawing of lots for the final round of the National University Martial Arts Competitions!
Sixteen strong martial arts teams in eight divisions would fight in groups!
In the office of Songcheng University Martial Arts Club, a group of people gathered again. They turned on their computers and connected to the Internet, waiting for the live broadcast to begin.
Shu Rui also came here, faithfully recording the most primitive reactions.
In her opinion, Songcheng University was only a little bit worse than Shanshan University, a little bit worse than the Capital, and the same level as Huahai and Guangnan. They were strong enough to reach the top four, but they didn't have any historical records and couldn't be seeded. The specific results to a large extent depended on the result of the drawing of lots. After all, there were also tough guys in the other teams.
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