The bearded man in a dark down jacket and the girl playing with her mobile phone followed Liu Yinglong in fear. They looked back at Ring Seven from time to time, but their sight was completely blocked by the players and spectators coming and going.
Liu Yinglong walked forward in silence, which made his junior brother and sister feel depressed.
After a while, the girl playing with her mobile phone couldn't help but ask timidly, "Senior brother, where are we going now?"
Liu Yinglong stopped, paused for a few seconds, and said in a hoarse voice,
"Emergency room."
The bearded man and the girl looked at each other in shock. Senior brother was not only defeated by a college student with no rank, but also injured?
The three of them were silent again. They walked through the crowd to the emergency room.
Injuries in martial arts competitions were very common. Disability and death happened occasionally. Therefore, every official competition, the organizer would cooperate with the hospital to set up an emergency room in a suitable place in the stadium for immediate treatment.
…
Lou Cheng walked excitedly with a smile on his face. He had taken back his mobile phone and was logging in to QQ, ready to share his victory with Yan Zheke.
"Hahaha, I won the first official competition! I won! I won! "He typed quickly with both hands and sent a proud emoji.
Of course, Yan Zheke was still in the sky and wouldn't land until 11 o 'clock, so she couldn't see it and reply immediately. And this didn't take into account the delay.
After sending the message, Lou Cheng calmed down a little. After thinking for a while, he decided not to tell Cai Zongming about this matter. He decided to wait until the dust settled. God knows how far he could go. If he was eliminated in the second round tomorrow, wouldn't he have to bear the ridicule of Little Ming for nothing?
He opened the webpage and entered the forum. Then he browsed through the live broadcast posts of "Road to the Arena" and "Invincible Punch", wanting to know the results of their matches. However, he found that both of their matches were in the afternoon. Now they were wandering around the competition venue, watching the matches of different Challenge Tournaments.
"It's a pity that no one paid attention to my match. Not many spectators witnessed my victory …" Lou Cheng felt a little regretful. He put away his mobile phone and walked to the Central Ring, intending to watch more matches and gain more knowledge.
The matches arranged in the central ring were relatively more popular, but it didn't mean that there would be fighters of Professional Ninth Pin. If their opponents were weak, the battle would end in a few moves, and the viewing value would be much lower. Therefore, the matches in the central ring followed a principle — to be evenly matched.
Of course, this was not the case for those famous martial artists. Many spectators had come to watch their matches, so naturally, they would be arranged in the central arena.
When Lou Cheng arrived at the central ring, a match had just ended. Some of the spectators who didn't like the big screen and preferred to watch the match up close were having a heated discussion.
"Baiyuan Martial Arts School is really powerful. No wonder it has become more and more famous in the city in the past two years. It has even spread to other cities." A teenager with pimples all over his face sighed with emotion.
His companion, short and stout, nodded repeatedly. "Yeah, an Amateur Fifth Pin versus an Amateur Sixth Pin. He's only one pin higher, but he won so easily and finished the battle in a few moves!"
"Haha, he leaps around like a monkey and knocks his opponent out in a few moves. His opponent can't keep up with his rhythm. Oh right, what's his name again?" A middle-aged man wearing a black leather jacket at the side interrupted.
"I think his name is Qin Zhilin, one of the more powerful disciples of Baiyuan Martial Arts School." The teenager with pimples seemed to be a local of Yanling and knew Baiyuan Martial Arts School quite well.
"Who's the most powerful disciple of Baiyuan Martial Arts School? I'll find him for a match. "The middle-aged man in the jacket was in high spirits.
The teenager with pimples thought for a while and said, "It's their senior brother. I think his name is Liu Yinglong. Liu as in Liu Bei, Ying as in Ying and Long as in Dragon King."
The middle-aged man in the jacket took note of the name and planned to go to the service desk to find out which ring and which match Liu Yinglong would be in.
After he left, the two teenagers said almost at the same time,
"Let's sign up for Baiyuan Martial Arts School!"
Hearing their discussion, Lou Cheng felt a little complacent. "Hehe, the powerful disciple of Baiyuan Martial Arts School lost to me, lost to me!"
But according to them, the Full Arm Boxing of Baiyuan Martial Arts School seemed to be very powerful. Liu Yinglong should not be treated as an ordinary Amateur Fourth Pin. He might have the fighting strength of an Amateur Third Pin.
Of course, the difference of one or two Pins was not that big of a difference. Even a difference of three or four Pins was not that desperate. A martial arts competition depended on one's level, one's state of mind, one's fighting style, and one's understanding of each other. It could not be determined by a simple level. Otherwise, there would be no need for a match. As long as their levels were different, the winner would be decided.
"If that's the case, what level of strength do I have?" Lou Cheng calculated with great interest while watching the match in the central ring. "My strength is only a little bit worse than Liu Yinglong's, and there is a big gap between my flexibility and agility. But I'm much better than him in terms of body coordination, short bursts of power, and endurance of continuous bursts of power. I can't compare with him in terms of concentration and sensory sensitivity … My fighting style is not bad, but my actual combat experience is not good … So, so, so I'm at the level of Amateur Third or Fourth Pin?"
Lou Cheng was shocked when he did the calculation. With the comparison and actual combat experience, he could intuitively feel his own level.
It had only been three months, and he had unknowingly reached the level of Senior Brother Li Mao? Amateur Third or Fourth Pin?
Well, I can't be blindly proud. I have to fight a few more matches to be sure and have a solid foundation!
…
Qin Zhilin, a disciple of Baiyuan Martial Arts School, was complacent and excited because he had won a lot of attention and cheers in the central ring.
He met up with several fellow disciples who had finished their matches in the nearby ring and walked to the agreed place.
"Hurry up, Senior Brother must be impatient!" Qin Zhilin said with a smile. His speed of winning should be similar to that of Senior Brother, but his match was relatively late.
Another disciple of Baiyuan Martial Arts School echoed with a smile. "Senior Brother's opponent was so weak, and the match started so early. You can't blame us for being late."
He also won the match.
The disciples chatted and laughed as they escorted Qin Zhilin to the agreed place. Liu Yinglong was already sitting there waiting, accompanied by the mustache guy in a down jacket and the girl playing with her mobile phone.
"I told you, Senior Brother must have been waiting for a long time." Qin Zhilin had just finished his words when he saw Liu Yinglong's right shoulder bulging. He didn't know what was in it.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?" He blurted out.
The other disciples also noticed the weird atmosphere. The usually active mustache guy didn't even greet him!
Liu Yinglong said flatly. After a long silence, he said, "I got hurt in the match."
"No way! How could that kid hurt you, Senior Brother? Didn't he have no rank? " Qin Zhilin stuttered. Among the disciples of Baiyuan Martial Arts School, he admired Senior Brother Liu Yinglong the most. Liu Yinglong didn't have any martial arts foundation, but he had surpassed his peers and reached Amateur Fourth Pin in just two years. In his master's words, Liu Yinglong was a genius in practicing Tongbei Boxing with both body and spirit.
How could such a Senior Brother get hurt so easily?
Another disciple asked with concern, "Senior Brother, your shoulder is hurt. What about the rest of the match?"
"What else can I do? Give up, of course. "A female disciple retorted.
Just then, she found the mustache guy and the girl playing with her mobile phone were silent.
"There's no more match. I've already lost." Liu Yinglong said in a hoarse voice.
Lost? Senior Brother lost? All the disciples looked at each other in disbelief.
"Senior Brother, that Lou, Lou something, is he really a direct disciple of a big sect and didn't participate in the Amateur Ranking Event? What rank do you think he is? "Qin Zhilin quickly recovered and kept asking questions.
Liu Yinglong thought for a while and said, "Body as one and coordinated as one wishes … He's not far from this description, if not close."
Body as one and coordinated as one wishes? Wasn't, wasn't this the description of Danqi State?
The disciples were stunned and speechless.
After a short silence, Liu Yinglong slowly stood up.
"Let's talk about it back in the Martial Arts School."
…
After waiting in line for a few minutes, the middle-aged man in a leather jacket smiled at the girl at the reception desk.
"Can you help me check the match number? It's Liu Yinglong's match from Baiyuan Martial Arts School."
He didn't bother to check the long list of matches. What if the match was already over?
The girl at the reception desk said with a professional smile, "Okay, just a moment. Liu Yinglong from Baiyuan Martial Arts School, right? Well, his match is already over. He lost."
"Lost? Hey, interesting. Who did he lose to? "The middle-aged man in a leather jacket became more interested.
He could infer Liu Yinglong's strength from Qin Zhilin. How could he lose?
"A player named Lou Cheng. He, he, he doesn't have any rank." The girl at the reception desk suddenly stuttered.
The middle-aged man in a leather jacket was shocked at first and then relieved, "He must be a disciple of a big sect …"
"Yes, yes, an ordinary college student." The girl at the reception desk was more and more surprised.
"What?" The middle-aged man in a leather jacket gasped and said in a hurry, "Give me his detailed information. I'll check it out tomorrow!"
…
After returning to the Martial Arts School, Liu Yinglong reported the match to Yu Haichao, who was also his master. In the end, he asked, "Master, can you figure out Lou Cheng's background? Which sect is he from? "
Yu Haichao's arms were also unusually long, and his hair was slightly white. He pondered and said, "Coordinating the body and pulling the center of gravity are the basic abilities of the Danqi State. In the Body Refining State, there is no lack of pole-standing training. There are too many of them, so it's hard to distinguish them. But the strike he used to hurt you, according to Xiao Dong's description, was a bit like the 24 Blizzard Strikes of the Ice Sect, and also a bit like the explosion of the Lightning and Fire Stance of the Thunder Sect.
"Master, how about you make a phone call to find out his background?" Liu Yinglong asked again.
"Why bother? Who hasn't lost a match? The Warrior Sage has, and so has the Dragon King! "Yu Haichao shook his head.
Liu Yinglong continued to plead, "Master, I don't want revenge. I just don't want to lose without knowing why."
Yu Haichao thought for a while, took out his phone and dialed a number.
Though it had only been two years since he opened the Baiyuan Martial Arts Club in Yanling, he had enough connections among the martial artists to investigate some things.
After giving up the fight against technology, the martial artists quickly integrated into the modern society. They were human beings, not beasts. They were not in a life-and-death relationship with technology. They could also master technology and use firearms. Soon, they occupied a lot of resources.
In the current society, due to the popularity of martial arts, many criminals were not weak and had a clear advantage over the police who lacked firepower. Therefore, the police department had to recruit martial artists who were fond of power or retired from the professional circle to resist and maintain the harmony and stability of the society. In recent years, the police department had basically become the private property of the martial artists. Otherwise, it was not enough to resist the violent criminals who were armed with firearms. In the army, the special forces were also composed of martial artists. However, the high-tech and powerful troops were still on guard against the disciples of the sects and supported the new forces.
With such connections, Yu Haichao got the answer quickly. He turned to Liu Yinglong and said,
"It's the same as the information you saw. No other information."
Liu Yinglong frowned and said, "That's not normal."
"Yeah, it's not normal." Yu Haichao sighed. "But what can I do? Do you want me to watch his match tomorrow? "
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