While Chen Sansheng was lamenting, He Xiaowei posted a message on Weibo,
"I told you, I told you! Songcheng University's substitute is too weak. How can they beat the capital? Horses can make mistakes, and people can make mistakes. I made a few wrong predictions, and you called me a bad healer. Now you believe that I'm actually very reliable, right? "
"Sometimes …" In the front row, someone laughed through tears.
Below him, there were a series of similar comments,
"Finished. I'm going to the rooftop after this cigarette …"
"Let's go together!"
"Wait for me. Won't it be lonely to have a companion on the road?"
…
All-knowing Man in Ganghood, who had been silent for a while, also updated his Weibo at this time,
"Everyone has good and bad moments, and martial artists are no exception. Ren Li's performance today was indeed a little problematic, but the final result will not change."
What he meant was that Lou Cheng's tie with Ren Li, who was not in good condition, did not mean that he could be compared with her.
As for whether Ren Li's condition was good or bad, there was a lot to say. Who didn't know how to nitpick?
If someone was serious about it, he could use the final result to fight back.
No one scolded him for being shameless under this Weibo, because Yan Xiaoling and the others were worried about the fourth and final match in the fan forum.
"555, are we really going to lose?" "Brahman" sent an emoji of drawing circles in the corner.
"I, I, I, I don't know …" "Eternal Nightfall" sent an emoji of tears. "I'm going to make a wish! If we can beat the capital today, I'll insist on waking up early for one month! "
"Hey, did you skip all the classes in the morning?" "Unparalleled Dragon King" asked in surprise.
Yan Xiaoling sent an emoji of a tired smile. "We chose the classes on our own. Thank you! Except for the martial arts class, the first class in the morning was moved to the afternoon or evening. But that's not the point! The point is that you have to make a wish with me and pray that we can beat the capital! "
"Why bother? It's normal to lose to the capital. It's normal to win or lose in a match like this. "" Road to the Arena "interrupted.
As a martial artist who practiced "Wuthering Eight Movements", he had always considered himself half an outer sect disciple of Kongtong School. When watching today's match, it was obvious which side he supported.
"No! I don't remember who told me that if a martial artist is calm about defeat and doesn't feel pain, then he is already numb to winning and losing. He no longer has a strong heart. " "[Knocking on a wooden fish expression]" said Brahman. "As a fan, as a supporter, we have to do the same. If we don't feel sad about their loss, it means that we don't love them enough!"
"Clap, clap, clap, clap! Well said!" Every time this happened, Yan Xiaoling was always at a loss for words. "Hurry up and line up to make a wish!"
"If Songcheng University wins tonight, I'll run around the bathroom naked again!" All the Good Names Are Taken By Dogs said.
"Bull Demon King" said jokingly, "If Songcheng University wins tonight, I'll abstain from sex for a week!"
"I'll quit barbecuing for half a month!" "Unparalleled Dragon King" joined in the fun.
Seeing that everyone was making their wishes, Yan Xiaoling heaved a sigh of relief and tagged "A Lot of Cats".
"Box, box, no, cat reporter in front, are you nervous? Do you have any insider information? "
"A Lot of Cats" didn't reply in time because the atmosphere in the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club seats was so tense that everyone forgot to play with their phones.
Lou Cheng stood up with Yan Zheke and deliberately laughed.
"What kind of cheering method do you need? Just tell me, I'll definitely do it, even if it's a Hawaiian rock hula dance! "
He was trying to relieve his girlfriend's nervousness and stress with this kind of gag.
Yan Zheke laughed in a nasal voice and took a deep breath to encourage herself.
"If I win, you have to massage me until I fall asleep tonight. No touching or taking advantage of me!"
"Okay, no problem. Good luck! Seize the opportunity and you'll have a chance to win! "Lou Cheng answered without hesitation and reached out his hand to give the girl a handshake.
"Okay!" Yan Zheke nodded hard.
She didn't waste any more time and didn't high-five Li Mao, Cai Zongming, and the others one by one. She just turned sideways and waved her fist at them.
Yan Zheke stepped forward and walked towards the stone stairs to welcome Lin Que who was coming back.
…
In the Capital College Martial Arts Club seats, Chen Diguo exhaled like a bellows and sighed,
"It's not easy!"
If Xiaochan hadn't practiced the Plague Sect Force, she would have lost to Lin Que and her last year of college martial arts career would have ended with regret.
Fortunately, fortunately!
"Kongchan can't be careless …" Shen You, who was next to Chen Diguo, stood in front of the seat with her arms crossed and said to herself worriedly.
"Xiaochan is always cautious." Ren Li drank the canned Jiuan 'an Soup which was used to regulate the internal organs and focused her beautiful eyes on the arena.
Hearing this, Chen Diguo nodded in agreement. "Yes. Although Xiaochan likes to act cute and sometimes looks dull, she is very serious and steady in her work. As long as she is not careless, she has a good chance of winning the Professional Ninth Pin."
"Well, you said Xiaochan is dull." Ren Li remembered the key point and kept her eyes on the arena.
When Yan Zheke got into the arena quickly, the main force and substitutes of the Capital College Martial Arts Club suddenly quieted down and seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
This round would decide who would stay and who would leave, who would laugh and who would cry!
…
In the stands, the audience was happy, sad, and emotional. Their cheers had weakened a lot. Ding Yixin, a "double" fan, was so nervous that she didn't dare to look at the arena anymore. She shrank to Qiu Hailin's side and buried her head in her shoulder.
"Is it necessary?" Qiu Hailin asked with amusement.
When she spoke, her heart was beating fast. She couldn't tell whether she was nervous about her alma mater or her classmates.
"Yes! When I think about it, I think about how the loser will have to bid farewell to this place with regret. No matter how much effort I put in, how much sweat I put in, how much youth I had, I feel so sad and nervous. This is too, too cruel, too cruel. "Ding Yixin spoke eloquently.
She was a student of the Chinese Department of Capital College.
"A hipster's heart …" Du Yiyi hit the nail on the head. There was fear in her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to see the final sadness.
…
In the live broadcast room, the host Liu Chang, who had watched the stands and the seats of the Martial Arts Club, sighed and said,
"This is the cruelty of the knockout game. There can only be one winner. The loser has to leave and come back next year. Maybe they will miss it forever."
"Maybe they will regret it forever." Chen Sansheng echoed emotionally.
Liu Chang wanted to create suspense, so he asked,
"Sansheng, do you really think Songcheng University has no hope?"
"Not really. There is still hope, but it's not that big. It depends on the performance of both sides." Chen Sansheng thought for a while and said, "To be honest, Jiang Kongchan has consumed a lot of energy. The force of the Plague Sect can only be exerted when it hits the target. Besides, after Lin Que's Meteor Blast, there may still be some shock left. If Lou Cheng or Lin Que before the Dan stage fought against her now, they would have a good chance to win, just like Wei Shengtian and Zhou Zhengquan when they were tired and injured. Unfortunately, Yan Zheke is not them before the Dan stage …"
Before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly because the director cut the screen to the seats of the Martial Arts Club on both sides. Lou Cheng, Ren Li, Lin Que, Chen Diguo, and the others stood up respectively, holding hands with their substitutes, and stood in a row facing the arena. They were cheering for their teammates, showing that no matter whether they won or lost, they would never walk alone. They were also praying to God together!
The atmosphere instantly became solemn, and it became even more heavy and tense.
"Well, let's enjoy the final performance of Songcheng University or Capital College in this national competition." The host Liu Chang sighed.
At this time, Yan Zheke stood in front of Jiang Kongchan in the arena. She lowered her center of gravity and got into a fighting posture.
Jiang Kongchan seized the last moment to do breathing exercises. Her face was slightly pale and her lips were dark blue. Obviously, the previous fight and the force of the Plague Sect had put her under a lot of pressure.
The referee glanced at the girls on both sides, raised his right hand, and shouted loudly,
"Start!"
The fourth round began!
The last round of Songcheng University or Capital College began!
Jiang Kongchan swung her center of gravity forward and swept toward Yan Zheke. Her steps were light and agile, and she walked like the wind.
She wanted to take the initiative to attack and chase her opponent with Wind Steps. When she found a gap, she would completely suppress her opponent with martial arts such as Tornado and create an opportunity for her opponent to take her Weakening Force head-on. At the same time, she could still perform one Force Concentration in case of accidents.
Yan Zheke didn't stay in the same place like a fool. She retreated to the side like an antelope and then circled around Jiang Kongchan, trying to fight her.
One was chasing and the other was dodging. The two figures seemed to be dancing on the arena. Gradually, Jiang Kongchan, who had the upper hand in all aspects, changed her direction continuously with mercurial balance and shortened the distance between them bit by bit.
Finally, after a ghostly turn, she locked on to Yan Zheke and approached her opponent. She tightened the muscles of her right leg and was about to kick her.
At this moment, her clear eyes reflected the beautiful girl's figure. She raised her hands and formed an extremely familiar hand seal!
"Oh no!" Jiang Kongchan's pupils shrank rapidly. She heard a low but pleasant voice,
"Army!"
The Army Formula of the Nine Words Formula!
Lin Que had been taught the Attainment Formula, so how could Yan Zheke not have practiced the Nine Words Formula?
She had not only practiced the Attainment Formula, but also the Swordsman Formula and the Army Formula!
Lou Cheng wanted his girlfriend to master it as soon as possible. He even asked his master to borrow the original copies of the Army Formula and the Swordsman Formula. He didn't use his own inferior copies!
Yan Zheke, who hadn't shown much in the previous matches, took the risk to use this move when Jiang Kongchan was close to her. Otherwise, with her willpower and spirit, if she used it from a distance, the powerful enemy would recover quickly and there would be no chance for her to attack!
"Army!"
A cold and sharp mind invaded Jiang Kongchan's mind. She felt like being pointed at by long swords and steel knives. Her mind was on the verge of collapse. She wanted to scream and beg for mercy.
"Now is the time!"
Yan Zheke visualized a meteor streaking across the sky in his mind. His temples suddenly bulged, and he swung his right arm quickly, throwing out a punch.
The Meteor Force of the Fighting Sect!
"Yes, I can't reach the Dan stage, but I can make other things the best of a Professional Ninth Pin. My brother can practice the Meteor Force before the Dan stage, so can I."
"I haven't wasted any time in all these months!"
Bang!
She threw a punch. A strong wind was blowing.
Jiang Kongchan woke up from the shock and hurriedly raised her arms to block. Then she tried to use the Force Concentration to resolve all the accidents.
Boom!
She seemed to be hit directly by the impact of the bomb. The remaining shock in her body was stimulated. Her qi and blood were tumbling, her organs were shaking, and her mind was buzzing. Her thought of condensing her force was interrupted.
Yan Zheke shook her left arm and threw it out, stopping in front of Jiang Kongchan's throat.
The referee opened his mouth slightly and then raised his right hand. He said loudly,
"Round Four, Yan Zheke wins!"
"The final result is Songcheng University Martial Arts Club wins!"
Yan Zheke was relieved. If she couldn't win with this "combo", she probably couldn't win today!
After she was relieved, she was ecstatic. She turned around and waved her fist at her teammates who hadn't reacted yet.
"I won!"
Everyone was silent.
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