The bus was soon pulled away and disappeared from Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke's sight.
"What a coincidence …" Lou Cheng shook his head and laughed. He pushed his glasses up and sighed.
He knew very well that his friends from the Longhu Club would be watching the match today, but he didn't expect to run into them on the way.
Of course, this was just his own personal experience. Even if they had seen the passenger in the car, they wouldn't have known that it was his friend, Schrodinger's Tiger. There was even a high chance that they wouldn't recognize him as Lou Cheng.
Hearing that, Yan Zheke tilted her head and glanced at her husband with a smile.
"Cheng, I thought of a line from a song!"
"What is it?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
"It's hard to hold hands if we're not destined to meet." Yan Zheke pursed her lips and smiled.
"What do you mean by that!" Lou Cheng replied, annoyed and amused at the same time. He added wittily, "Then we'll be together even if we're a thousand miles apart by fate, and spend a hundred years sleeping on the same pillow?"
Yan Zheke spat and turned her head to the side with a smile. She then looked at Lou Cheng with disdain.
"It's such an old song, and you still remember it so clearly? Uncle Cheng! "
As they bickered, the car slowed down and drove into the parking lot. Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke paid half of the rental fee and got out of the car. They followed the instructions and walked along the road hand in hand for about six to seven hundred meters.
After turning a corner in a mountain valley, the view before them suddenly opened up. They felt the heat factor in the air increase and become extremely active.
In front of them was a wide area that sank deeper into the center. Every few steps, flames would emerge from the ground and burn quietly. They didn't seem to be extinguished even if it was day or night.
Looking into the distance, Lou Cheng could see a dark red liquid flowing in the cracks at the core of this place. The parts closer to the outside seemed to be covered by a dark grey armor. Just looking at it from afar, he could feel the tyrannical heat.
This was the home ground of the Longhu Club, the famous "Fiery Hell"!
Around this area, which was the size of two or three football fields, there were many semi-enclosed transparent corridors. The corridors were either high or low, divided into several rows, or partitioned into private rooms. These were the "stands" in the usual sense. In order to prevent the "weak" spectators from being injured by the flying flames, sputtering magma, and the aftermath of the explosion, these corridors were all enclosed with high-tech explosion-proof and fire-resistant glass. There was also a sound channel.
Yan Zheke took out the two tickets from her bag and found the corresponding glass box. Under the guidance of the security, she opened the door and entered. There was a sofa, a coffee table, and three big screens showing the Fiery Hell from different angles.
"This is the first time I've enjoyed VIP treatment in the stands …" Lou Cheng looked around and said with a smile.
"Actually, I prefer the kind with more people. The atmosphere is contagious." Yan Zheke rolled her eyes and didn't hide her thoughts. "But my grandpa insisted on giving me this. He was afraid that accidents might happen. I already told him that I'm with you, but he was still worried."
"I need to be at the Inhuman stage to make grandpa feel completely at ease …" Lou Cheng said self-deprecatingly.
In the eyes of a Physical Invulnerability Mighty One, a "mere" top-notch Sixth Pin Dan Stage martial artist wasn't that safe.
"Maybe, young man. Go for it!" Yan Zheke replied half-jokingly and half-encouragingly.
Various exciting replays of the pre-match match were played. It was now 10: 25 in the morning. All the seats in the "stands" were occupied, including the reporters' cameras.
Unmanned aerial cameras took off and took their positions. They transmitted the images back to the glass corridors so that the spectators could see what was happening.
Lou Cheng noticed that Little Wonton and the rest were in the glass room three seats to his left. They were so excited that they refused to sit down and were looking around.
After a round of introductions and dancing at the edge of the "venue", the sky suddenly darkened. A heavy and oppressive aura came vividly from the paper.
Boom!
A thunderclap suddenly exploded, turning into a sound wave that rolled out in all directions as if it had materialized.
Is this the aura of the Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou? Connecting with heaven and earth and interfering with nature? Lou Cheng pondered. He couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and walked half a step away from the glass in front of him.
Yan Zheke did the same, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
Right at this moment, the ground fire in the spacious field leaped up at the same time. The dark red "iron current" shook off the black ash, and a few golden waves leaped out!
Boom!
A stream of magma erupted, rushing into the sky and falling back down. It lit up the darkness and illuminated a figure in the distance of the "venue".
He wore a navy blue martial arts suit with dragons and tigers embroidered on it. He was tall and straight, with handsome features, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes. His short hair stood up, giving him a wild and untamed look. It was hard to tell from his appearance that he was a man in his early thirties.
Thump, thump, thump! With every step he took, the ground trembled. The flames leaped up again and again, and the magma spurted out again and again.
There was no call. Everyone, including Lou Cheng, shouted a well-known name in unison and let it reverberate in the mountains.
"Dragon King!"
Dragon King, Chen Qitao!
Amidst such an atmosphere, the sky darkened once more. It was as if dark clouds were converging, and it pressed down on the spectators to the point that their hearts were uneasy. It pressed down on the waves of voices, and it pressed down on the soaring flames and soaring magma to the point that they lost their luster.
From the other side, a man dressed strangely walked out slowly. His white robe resembled a martial arts suit, but it was also a Taoist robe. The edges were embroidered with green and purple lightning. He was about two to three centimeters shorter than Lou Cheng. He had delicate features, an elegant temperament, and was introverted.
Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou!
The Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou, who was two years younger than the Dragon King!
He had made a name for himself at a young age. He had caught up with Chen Qitao head-on and suppressed an entire generation of martial artists. No one dared to call themselves the Heavenly Son of China anymore!
As he grew older, the previous generations of Mighty Ones were subdued as well.
Although Lou Cheng admired the Dragon King and preferred the man with his true nature, he had to admit that the Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou, was the ideal Grandmaster in his heart.
Now, he was going up against the Dragon King and the entire audience single-handedly!
The referee didn't dare to enter the center of the arena. He raised his right hand from afar, dutifully playing the role of a humanoid object.
"First round of the competition."
"Dragon King, Chen Qitao versus Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou!"
Those with titles had to be addressed as a sign of respect in such situations.
"Dragon King! Dragon King! "
Amidst the cheers, the referee swung his right hand down and announced loudly,
"Begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already darted away from the battle zone.
Bam!
At this moment, Dragon King, Chen Qitao, had already thrown a punch, as if he was going to hit the void.
However, his fist was like a missile, forcefully dragging his body forward, leaving behind afterimages and creating a loud sound like breaking the sound barrier.
Using the fist as the body!
As the afterimages extended, the Dragon King's fist was instantly ignited by a golden-red flame. It spread rapidly and covered his entire body, turning him into a walking God of Fire or Emperor Yan.
Super Saiyan … This thought popped into Lou Cheng's mind.
Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou, and the Dragon King had fought countless matches and understood each other well. He had long since lost the mood to test his moves. Facing the attack, he clapped his palms together.
Boom!
A thunderous boom reverberated in everyone's hearts, shaking the glass a few hundred meters away. Yan Zheke felt as if her soul had been struck, her spirit wavering, and she couldn't focus.
At the same time, the Warrior Sage separated his palms and pulled out a leaping purple thunder blade.
As soon as it appeared, it slashed at the golden-red flame enveloping the Dragon King's body.
Qian Donglou followed closely behind, encircled by streaks of silver-white lightning, closing in like a deity descending from the heavens.
The fierce battle thus began. The battle between the two Mighty Ones was in full swing. Lou Cheng watched in fascination, wishing he could copy their every move and variation.
Compared to the live broadcast, watching the battle in person was more three-dimensional. One could better experience the power of a Physical Invulnerability Mighty One. For example, the occasional trembling of the ground, the waves of fire that could be felt through the heat-resistant glass, and the deafening thunder …
The battle lasted for a full twenty minutes. The magma in the center of the arena had turned into a fountain. Golden, red, purple, and white fireballs surrounded the Dragon King, Chen Qitao.
As he continued to attack, the fireballs fused together and condensed into a ball, shrinking in the center of his palm.
With a roar, the Dragon King extended his arms, leaped high, and smashed down with his fist.
Boom!
Lou Cheng reacted quickly and reached out to cover Yan Zheke's eyes. At this moment, the place where the two experts were fighting lit up. The audience's eyes were blinded for a short while and some even cried. It was as if a big sun had descended on this place.
Boom!
Waves of fire shot out, and a small mushroom cloud rose into the air, blooming at its peak.
When Lou Cheng opened his eyes, the Dragon King had won by half a move against the Warrior Sage, taking advantage of the home-field advantage.
After watching the replay, Lou Cheng thought of his previous experience and couldn't help but praise him.
"Awesome!"
This was a battle that made a martial artist's blood boil!
Within a radius of a few hundred meters, the Dragon King was like a god!
Following that, Taoist Wuguang, Taoist Yunyan, Empress Luo, Ning Zitong, and Optimus Prime, Long Zhen, all Physical Invulnerability Mighty Ones took the field one after another. After five tough rounds, Longhu Club won three to two. It was already past twelve.
"So exciting …" Yan Zheke looked at Lou Cheng excitedly, praising him in a low voice.
"Yeah, I didn't come in vain. This is much more exciting than the live broadcast." Lou Cheng looked at the various marks on the glass.
The two of them exited the VIP room hand in hand as they discussed the day's match excitedly.
At this moment, Yan Zheke, whose eyes were wandering, tugged at Lou Cheng, tilted her chin and said,
"Little Wonton …"
Uh … Lou Cheng looked over in confusion and saw the petite and youthful Wonton Seller running towards him with a booklet in her hand. Her target was probably, probably, seemingly, eh? It's me?
Why is she looking for me?
Don't tell me she knows I'm Schrodinger's Tiger?
That's impossible. I've never revealed that I'm a Songcheng University student. Also, I didn't update anything about my identity. How could they guess?
While he was at a loss, Wonton Seller approached. She looked at the confused and surprised Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke and smiled sweetly,
"Hello, Lou Cheng."
That's right. She recognized me. It's normal for her to ask for an autograph … Lou Cheng felt like he understood the truth. He smiled and replied, "Hello."
Wonton Seller explained embarrassedly, "We didn't recognize you because you were wearing glasses, but we still saw …"
She didn't continue and glanced at Yan Zheke.
A girl who was so beautiful that she had her own uniqueness was easy to recognize!
"I see." Lou Cheng looked at his wife with some ridicule. She glared back at him.
Wonton Seller smiled again. She pointed at A Plumber Eating Mushrooms, Pig-Riding Knight, and the others behind her.
"We're from the Longhu Club forum. You should know those two, right?"
She was talking about the Road to the Arena and the Invincible Punch.
"Yes, my memory isn't that bad. The Warrior Sage Challenge Tournament has a special meaning in my heart." Lou Cheng chuckled.
He couldn't figure out why Little Wonton was here.
"He remembers!" Wonton Seller shouted excitedly. Then she turned around and said sincerely, "Since then, many of us have thought highly of you. We watched you grow up step by step and lead Songcheng University Martial Arts Club to win the national championship. We really believe that you're the Heavenly Son of the age and will become a Mighty One with physical invulnerability in the future."
"After confirming that it was you before the tournament, we posted on the forum and made a call. Many forum members responded."
She paused and raised the booklet in her hand. On it were the names of Wonton Seller, Pig-Riding Knight, Road to the Arena, and others. She bowed and said,
"We represent ourselves and a portion of the Longhu Club fans to make a sincere request to you. If you don't return to the Ice God Sect in the future, can you consider the Longhu Club first? We really like you! We really believe that you can create glory here! "
When Wonton Seller made this pose, Road to the Arena, Invincible Punch, Above the Sky, and others made the same pose. They didn't talk about others and only expressed themselves.
Lou Cheng was suddenly a little touched. He also felt a little strange that someone familiar would do this. He smiled and said,
"I can't promise anything. I can only say that you know that I'm a fan of the Longhu Club."
He reached out and took the booklet.
Little Wonton's smile was exceptionally bright.
"Thank you, thank you! We'll post a 'Lou Cheng Longhu Club' topic on Weibo until you make your choice! "
After saying that, she waved her hand and ran back happily, high-fiving Road to the Arena and the others one by one.
Lou Cheng looked at them deeply. He took the booklet and pulled his little fairy out of the arena.
"I'm also a fan of the Longhu Club …" Yan Zheke suddenly whispered.
Lou Cheng looked over. The two looked at each other and smiled. They had a tacit understanding.
When they were far away, Wonton Seller, who was still excitedly talking about this matter, suddenly exclaimed,
"I'm stupid! I forgot to ask for his autograph. I forgot to ask Lou Cheng if he has an account in our forum! "
…
After lunch, they went back to the hotel. Yan Zheke went into the bathroom and removed the sunscreen on her face, neck, arms, and legs. Lou Cheng put a pillow behind him and sat on the bed leisurely. He was browsing the Longhu Club group, and beside him were petitions sent by members of the forum such as "Wonton Seller".
"Haha, Little Dragon is so considerate. He took a picture of Lou Cheng and me!" Wonton Seller was showing off at this moment.
The so-called group photo was taken when she was explaining the whole story to Lou Cheng. Therefore, only the back of her ponytail could be seen in the photo.
However, the girl didn't mind. She even said happily, "No need for beauty treatments!"
"I hate you!" "Brahman", who had heard about her encounter with Lou Cheng in the group chat, said with a "crying" emoji.
"Wonton Seller" looked at her weakly. "I wanted to get an autograph for you, but I was too nervous. I forgot about everything except for business …"
"We're done!" Brahman covered her ears and shook her head.
"What position does Broken Friendship mean?" "Okamoto's Fan" interrupted.
He was a completely different person in real life. According to Wonton Seller, he was shy and didn't talk much.
"I hate you guys …" Brahman repeated. Then she @'d Unparalleled Dragon King. "Little Dragon, Little Dragon, what's my idol's level?"
"How can I tell? Even a Mighty One with Physical Invulnerability can't judge the level of a Dan Stage expert just by looking at his appearance. Unparalleled Dragon King spread his hands and said, "But it's been less than three months since the national competition ended. At most, he's pushed his physical fitness and martial arts to the level of a top Sixth Pin."
"Does that mean Bai Xiaosheng has a higher chance of winning?" Road to the Arena asked with interest.
"There's still more than five months. Lou Cheng has awakened his supernatural ability. There's still some hope for him to reach the Inhuman stage before the end of the year." Unparalleled Dragon King answered.
"I'm a little worried. If Bai Xiaosheng wins, my idol will be very unhappy." Brahman couldn't join the group because her parents were watching her. She could only show her presence in the group.
"Sigh, what's there to worry about? The year before last, no, last January, I wasn't that far behind Lou Cheng … Today, I haven't even touched the threshold of the Dan Stage, but he's already trying to reach the Inhuman stage. Even if he doesn't make it at the end of the year and suffers some ridicule, he can still complete the transformation next year and fight back against those who slander him." Invincible Punch sighed with emotion.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. When you enter university, you'll be able to see Lou Cheng represent our Longhu Club!" Wonton Seller encouraged her with what she thought was the best speed of improvement. "When the time comes, you'll come to Huacheng!"
As she continued, she sighed and said, "I always thought that I was mentally strong, but … I thought that Lou Cheng might be a fan of our Longhu Club, so I planned to ask him if he had an account in the forum. If he didn't, I would ask him to register one …"
"If he registers, I'll give him the title of Jar Grass!" Invincible Punch said with a silly smile.
"Ah ah ah ah ah, Little Fan, I'm sorry I couldn't get his signature!" Wonton Seller was talking to herself and didn't care about the others' responses.
"Little Wonton, don't be sad. These tasks can be passed to Little Nightfall. She's already in the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club!" Brahman comforted her good friend.
"Yeah, and Lou Cheng's signature is worthless. His handwriting is too ugly." Lou Cheng couldn't help but come out and make fun of himself.
Wonton Seller and Brahman replied almost at the same time.
"We just like it!"
"That's called character!"
"Haha, Tiger, don't reason with girls at this time." Pig-Riding Knight laughed. "I posted Lou Cheng's response in the forum. Everyone is very enthusiastic. Shangqing has Peng Leyun in the future, Kongtong has Ren Li, and Daxing Temple has Zhi Hai and Shi Shan. We need Lou Cheng too."
"I wonder when he'll reach the Inhuman stage, and if he still has the potential to reach the Physical Invulnerability stage …" A Plumber Eating Mushrooms said worriedly.
A good seedling may not grow into a big tree.
The phrase "the future belongs to you" is often poisonous …
While Lou Cheng was chatting, Yan Zheke walked out of the bathroom wearing the slippers provided by the hotel. She glanced at the petition book and smiled. "Don't you think it's quite complicated?"
"Yeah, I'm embarrassed to say that I'm Schrodinger's Tiger …" Lou Cheng replied with a sigh.
After a few words about this matter, Yan Zheke sat on the edge of the bed with one leg curled up and the other hanging down. She browsed Weibo and the news and shouted with great interest,
"Cheng, Cheng, come and take a look. Dragon King is so handsome and stylish in this picture …"
Lou Cheng moved closer and found that this was the picture of Dragon King after he used his killer move. Golden red flames danced, and his muscles showed the most perfect proportion. He was full of strength.
"Yeah." He agreed with a compliment.
"And this one … this one … Dragon King looks so young, and he's very stylish …" Yan Zheke read out the compliments of Dragon King in the news from time to time.
Lou Cheng listened to his little fairy's narration and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
He didn't think much of his wife's worship of Dragon King and instead thought that they had something in common. However, after watching the live battle, he suddenly realized that Dragon King was only twelve or thirteen years older than him. He was much more handsome than him, and his martial arts were much better than his. Moreover, he might join Longhu Club in the future. They wouldn't be in two different worlds and would cross paths …
Lou Cheng felt depressed and slowly fell silent.
Girls are usually more sensitive. While sharing, Yan Zheke suddenly raised her head and looked at Lou Cheng in confusion. She blinked twice and said,
"Cheng, what's wrong?"
"Nothing …" Lou Cheng held his phone and pretended to browse the forum.
Yan Zheke pursed her lips and looked at him suspiciously. Recalling the situation just now, the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up and her dimples showed. She whispered in surprise and joy,
"Cheng, are you jealous?"
"Of course not." Lou Cheng subconsciously retorted.
Yan Zheke changed her position and knelt beside him. She looked at his face with a smile and said to herself,
"I just admire the Dragon King's spirit of never admitting defeat. As an idol, his ego, flamboyance, and fussiness are all very cute and adorable. But if we were to get closer to each other, I wouldn't like such a person!"
"Moreover, I've always been the kind that likes rational people. Do you see that I rarely repost and comment on Dragon King's news?"
"I'm not jealous." Lou Cheng unconsciously smiled and denied with a little embarrassment.
Yan Zheke pursed her lips and laughed secretly. She raised three fingers on her right hand and said wittily,
"I swear, I won't worship Dragon King so much in the future."
"I swear, I only have one favorite idol, and that is' Sky Shaking Roar 'Brother Cheng ~"
Lou Cheng burst into laughter and denied again,
"I'm really not jealous. Is it worth it for me to be jealous over such a thing?"
Yan Zheke's beautiful eyes sparkled. She covered her mouth and laughed.
"Cheng, you're so cute when you're jealous …"
Before she could finish her words, she was pushed onto the bed by the "angry" Lou Cheng.
"Wash … Oh, wash …"
In the midst of the intermittent sound, the girl's slippers fell off, and her delicate toes curled and stretched from time to time.
For the next day and a half, their arrangements were adjusted. Breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper were the same five meals a day. However, the time they spent practicing their oral English was much shorter.
On the 18th of July, Lou Cheng, who was full of satisfaction, held his luggage and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. He was ready to check out and go home.
A few minutes later, Yan Zheke opened the door and walked out. Her face was a little pale. She pursed her lips and said,
"I'm on my period …"
"I know. I've already made you some ginger tea with brown sugar. Come, let me rub it for you." Lou Cheng shook the thermos cup in his hand.
Yan Zheke bit her lower lip. She seemed to be in a bad mood. She couldn't help but whisper,
"What do you know? You don't know anything …"
"Ah …" Lou Cheng looked at Yan Zheke blankly. He didn't understand why she suddenly lost her temper.
At this time, Yan Zheke came back to her senses. She forced a smile and said,
"Cheng, I was in a bad mood just now. I didn't mean to scold you …"
"I understand. It's your period." Lou Cheng suddenly understood.
You don't know anything … Yan Zheke put her right hand on her waist and looked down at her toes. She whispered silently.
That crazy idea didn't come true …
God didn't want me to stay …
The next step was to go to Songcheng according to plan and complete the procedures. They would say goodbye at the beginning of August …
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