"Lou Cheng wins!"
The unfamiliar voice echoed in his ears. Lying on the ground, Ichiei Sakata's mind went blank, forgetting to stand up. It was as though he had returned to his home, to the daze he felt when he woke up every afternoon.
I did my best and broke through the past, but I still lost the match. Lou Cheng's shoes were undamaged. He didn't seem to have used his full strength at all. He was still at ease …
When I was overtaken by Mouko-kun, I comforted myself that running fast might not necessarily be a good one. The second half of the race was more important. When he had mastered the real 'wave', I was stuck at the same spot. I comforted myself that I was invincible below this level, I was the strongest, and I would definitely be able to advance in the future …
But now, facing a twenty-year-old opponent of the same level, I lost so pathetically and powerlessly. What else could I use to comfort myself?
Lou Cheng withdrew his hand and coughed, waking Ichiei Sakata up. Ichiei Sakata stood up, his eyes full of confusion and frustration.
With only a few Japanese words, Ichiei Sakata couldn't communicate, so he didn't bother to say more. He cupped his hands and whispered in his mother tongue,
"Thank you."
Japanese samurai valued etiquette above all else. He couldn't embarrass his country in this aspect.
Ichiei Sakata returned the salute with a bow out of habit. He turned around and walked down the ring with hazy footsteps, completely ignoring the pain in his arms. He had used Ninjutsu: Back Attack in a desperate situation, and his lower body was unsteady. Coupled with the recoil damage from the mutated version of Severe Warning, even though he had been able to block Lou Cheng's consecutive kicks, he was still "floating" in the air. His arms were almost broken or cracked.
Lou Cheng wasn't interested in Ichiei Sakata's journey or behind-the-scenes story. He even forgot to greet the audience and rushed down the stone steps to find the competition supervisor. After retrieving his wallet and phone, he unlocked the screen and sent a message to Yan Zheke.
"I won!"
At this moment, Peng Leyun, Ren Li, and Ann Chaoyang, who had raised their right hands to congratulate Lou Cheng, withdrew them awkwardly. They pretended to look around and commented on the matches in the other arenas.
Yan Zheke seemed to have been waiting. Soon, she sent a surprised emoji.
"Three and a half minutes … Ichiei Sakata lives up to his name."
"Pfft, I'll be proud if you flatter me like this!" Lou Cheng smirked and sent a picture with an expression similar to his own.
What Ke was implying was that those who could last more than one or two minutes against her were the best of the best among the Sixth Pin!
Yan Zheke sent an emoji of covering her mouth and laughing.
"Hehe, please call me Professional Orange Bragger!"
"Alright, now we can focus on class ~"
Lou Cheng put away his phone and returned to the stands. He was in a good mood and gave Peng Leyun, Ann Chaoyang, Ren Li, and Zhong Ningtao a high five.
Uh, the expressions of my teammates are a bit strange …
"What's wrong?" Lou Cheng asked in confusion.
"Nothing." Peng Leyun's gaze continued to wander. Ann Chaoyang did not look sideways and focused on the song. Ren Li lowered her head and seriously studied the problem of how to bet.
…
In the Longhu Club forum, "Unparalleled Dragon King" commented with a comical expression.
"Haha, I'm browsing the Japanese forums. It's so fun to read their comments!"
"Eh, eh, eh, you know Japanese? Hurry up and translate it. Let me see how they flatter you! "" Eternal Nightfall "Yan Xiaoling deliberately sent an emoji.
"Let's wait!" "Brahman" quickly replied.
After a while, "Unparalleled Dragon King" began to translate the comments one by one.
"Ichiei Sakata has really become an ordinary person."
"Ichiei-kun actually performed above his usual standards but still failed."
"He didn't stand a chance from the beginning to the end. Only when he unleashed the Seven Sins Kill was a surprise and hope, but it didn't have any effect."
"Idiot! Why would idiots like Ishihara from the Martial Arts Association give four wild cards to China? "
"That Lou Cheng was already very famous last year. I've even seen his name here."
"I feel like he's a genius even better than Mouko-kun. I heard that China has many geniuses on the same level as him. All the contestants this time are of the same level!"
"After all, it's an ancient country full of history."
"We can only look forward to Kaori-chan and Mouko-kun!"
"Kaori-chan is the best!"
…
"Haha, the Japanese are quite cultured. They didn't show any sour expressions." "Wonton Seller" said "[Laughing with arms akimbo expression]".
"Eternal Nightfall" Yan Xiaoling played dumb and said, "Although I don't understand what they're saying, it still feels good!"
There's nothing happier than the defeat, praise, and envy of the enemy!
"Little Dragon, Little Dragon, I'll leave the important task of translating such comments to you. (Patting shoulder emoji)" said "Brahman" excitedly.
…
After browsing through the content of the live stream post, Lou Cheng felt even better. He didn't appear again. After the first round of the double-elimination competition ended, he and his teammates went straight back to the hotel.
Standing in front of the window of the room on the top floor, he looked at the bright lights that symbolized human civilization and waited for the next round, full of ambition.
Picking up his phone, Lou Cheng shared his feelings with his wife. At the end of it, he replied,
"There's a prize for entering the top 16!"
Yan Zheke was in class and couldn't reply in time. Lou Cheng waited for a while but didn't hear the special reminder.
He unlocked the screen subconsciously and wanted to send another message. But after he finished typing, he thought that sending too many messages would affect the girl's study, so he restrained himself and deleted the content he had written word by word.
After washing up, Lou Cheng turned off all the lights and lay on the bed in the quiet darkness, looking for something to do to pass the time.
After seeing Fatty Jiang crying about being hungry for supper, he kindly sent the Shengxiang Food Map that he had stolen in the past few days to his best friend.
"You're so mean! I've decided to go out and eat Old Liu's Barbeque. I'll take a picture for you later. You're welcome! "Jiang Fei sent a" come on, let's hurt each other "emoji.
"Pinch the fat on your body and touch your bulging belly. Doesn't your conscience hurt?" Lou Cheng scolded, "Besides, I'm going to sleep. I can't see what you send. (Manual smiley face emoji)"
While dealing a blow to Fatty Jiang, Yan Zheke replied to Fatty Jiang's previous message.
"I'll wait for you to treat me to a big meal with the prize money ~! By the way, Empress Dowager will be back in China around the 14th of September. "
"Okay!" Lou Cheng quickly changed the app and booked a flight to America on the 14th of September. He sent a screenshot to Yan Zheke.
"I really want to tear up a dozen pages of the calendar!" Yan Zheke said what was in her heart in a joking tone.
After chatting for a while, it was time for class and Lou Cheng to go to bed. So they said goodnight to each other.
The next morning, he woke up on time and did all kinds of things step by step. When he was done, he went to the training place and continued his hard training day after day.
In his visualization, a cold light burst out. It was crystal clear and shone dreamily, but it set off the boundless darkness, endless loneliness and extreme coldness without any heat.
As the picture took shape, Lou Cheng felt that the Power of Frost in his body was changing slightly. It was more illusory, more ethereal, more like a whirlpool that absorbed heat.
This was the upgrade of the Frost Force to the Ice Spirit Force. He had already found the way and was building a solid foundation.
After practicing the Ice Spirit Force for a while, Lou Cheng took out the Emperor Yan Diagram that had lost a lot of its charm. He focused his mind and tried to understand it, trying to picture that kind of concentration, that kind of heaviness, that kind of explosion and that kind of eruption in his mind.
However, he was still a little short and couldn't visualize it successfully.
"Looks like the Emperor Yan Force is the highly condensed Zhu Rong Force …" Lou Cheng thought. When his mind reached its limit, he turned to training his fists and legs.
It was another day without any surprises. They practiced in the morning and rested in the afternoon. At night, they came to the Shengxiang stadium to watch the second round of double elimination draw.
Because it was only the first round, no one had lost two rounds. So there were still 36 contestants and 18 matches!
This time, Lou Cheng's name was drawn early.
"Who will it be … I hope it's not a Japanese samurai. I need to experience more different martial arts …" He thought to himself.
A few seconds later, the guest drew his opponent and shouted out the name,
"Miluo, Veigar!"
Veigar? Lou Cheng turned his head in shock and looked at the cold-looking man in the blue general uniform. He was looking at him with an expressionless face. His silver eyes were dark and flickering!
Damn, I'm going against the second seed in the second round of double elimination!
It's really not a Japanese samurai …
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