Calming his mind and Qi, Lou Cheng observed himself with the help of the Jindan. He wriggled his muscles and adjusted his state of mind. He forgot everything except the competition and focused all his attention and spirit on the competition.
Unconsciously, he heard the announcement from the referee in the center of the ring.
"Round Five, Ye Youting wins!"
The fourth and fifth matches were over … Lou Cheng opened his eyes, which were as dark as a deep pool. He walked to the center of the ring and stepped on the familiar yet strange stone stairs.
He used to envy the leading members of the Martial Arts Club who could walk on this glorious path. Now he finally had a chance to try it.
One step, two steps, three steps … He finished the stairs and stepped into the ring, standing on the right side of the referee.
During this process, he was keenly aware that there were hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him. He also heard the sparse applause and cheers. Although it was far less enthusiastic than the black mass of heads and tsunami-like cheers in the Songcheng University Martial Arts Stadium, those belonged to Lin Que and Chen Changhua, and this belonged to him!
At eye level, Lou Cheng saw Wu Shitong, a disciple of Daxing Temple. He was wearing a red and yellow martial arts suit with a lotus pattern on the cuffs. He had a strong body and a medium height. He had a light beard, but it didn't show his maturity. Instead, it showed his childishness.
He's still a seventeen-year-old boy … As soon as this thought appeared in Lou Cheng's mind, the last bit of fear he had for Wu Shitong melted like snow under the sun.
He looked up and saw the big screen diagonally above him. It showed his confrontation with Wu Shitong and a line of bright words.
"Disciple of Daxing Temple VS Mysterious Master!"
"Buddhist Zen Kungfu VS Unique Skill of the Ice Sect!"
In the stands, Zheng and the other spectators adjusted their sitting positions and looked forward to the start of the competition. Looking at the words on the big screen, they felt a little excited.
Martial arts was the ultimate of one's physical body. It ignited the yearning and worship for the strong left in the hearts of human beings since the primitive society.
"Have any of you watched the Daxing Temple disciple's competition? What is he good at? "Zheng asked subconsciously.
On the first day, he went to watch one of Wu Shitong's fights according to the recommendation, but the whole process was not interesting. He only vaguely remembered that Wu Shitong's palm technique was firm and did not give his opponent any chance.
Old Zheng's companions looked at each other and shook their heads blankly. "We were working before. If it weren't for your strong recommendation, how could we have used up our leave in advance?"
Old Zheng didn't say anything else. He didn't know why, but his heart tightened and he became more worried about Lou Cheng.
Liu Yinglong looked at the big screen and asked as if he was talking to himself, "Which one of you watched Wu Shitong's match before?"
"I watched a match. He used the Grand Stele Breaking Hand and Grand Stele Breaking Hand. He was quite powerful." Qin Zhilin recalled.
"Looks like he's walking the path of a fierce Exorcist …" Liu Yinglong nodded. His gaze returned to the arena, and he didn't say anything else as he waited for the fierce battle to begin.
In the nearby stands, a young man with a crew cut glanced at the big screen and made a sound of surprise.
"Master, that's the student from our hotel. He's really here to participate in the competition."
He was wearing a dark cyan martial arts suit with mountain-shaped patterns on the cuffs and collar.
The old man with big earlobes laughed. "I'm old, I'm old. You can't judge a book by its cover. He's already in the fourth round, so he's not weak."
The crew cut young man clasped his hands with a faint iron color. "He seems to know the unique skills of the Ice Sect."
"No wonder …" The old man suddenly understood. "Little Ye, watch carefully. Maybe you'll meet him in the next match. Although you're already of Professional Ninth Pin, you can't underestimate this kind of outstanding amateur fighter."
"Yes." The crew cut young man nodded hard. Suddenly, he said with some depression, "Master, I'll definitely make it to the top four. You, you've helped me a lot for my father's illness."
The old man smiled. "A teacher for a day is a father for life. This is not only for the disciple, but also for the master. Don't say anymore. Do your best. Your two junior sisters are still waiting for you to treat them."
"Okay!" The crew cut young man subconsciously clenched his fists and looked at the arena.
Because of the eye-catching slogan, all the spectators turned their eyes to the center arena. For a moment, Lou Cheng felt exposed under the spotlight.
They brought pressure, but they also brought happiness!
At this moment, Wu Shitong opened his mouth and said with a smile,
"I've seen the highlights of your previous matches. The 24 Blizzard Strikes is nothing more than this."
It was the first time that Lou Cheng was provoked during a conversation. Anger rose in his heart. "Nothing more than this? Nothing more than this? I can beat you! "
But he quickly calmed down as he was meditating on the Condensation Stance. He told himself not to be affected by words. He didn't want to be influenced by emotions during the match and make mistakes.
In a martial arts battle, emotional and spiritual factors were also very important. The confrontation at the spiritual level was something that was inevitable when one stepped into the higher ranks.
After calming down, Lou Cheng said with a slight smile, "I've watched a lot of matches these days and have some impression of you. Since you're a disciple of Daxing Temple, you seem to be more in line with the requirements of Zen Kung Fu by maintaining a humble and compassionate attitude."
He told a lie, implying that he had watched Wu Shitong's matches and knew his martial arts.
Wu Shitong was stunned. A trace of panic flashed across his face, and then he went back to normal without any ripples.
"Buddha also has fire. Besides compassion, there is also Vajra Subduing Demons."
Lou Cheng didn't respond. He just kept a mysterious smile, as if to say, "I've seen through you!"
This was the most superficial confrontation of the mind, which was also encountered in daily life.
Wu Shitong also closed his mouth and adjusted his breathing. The rest of the time ticked away, creating more and more pressure.
The referee raised his hand, looked left and right, and then suddenly waved it down,
"Start!"
As soon as he finished his words, Lou Cheng moved quickly toward Wu Shitong, swaying his center of gravity.
In the stands, the spectators applauded and cheered for the first attack of the match.
Wu Shitong's expression became more dignified. It seemed that he couldn't determine Lou Cheng's real direction, so he lowered his waist and put on a stable defensive posture.
Lou Cheng suddenly changed his center of gravity and went to the right side of Wu Shitong. His left palm was as fast as the wind, with bursts of coldness, but there was no sound of air breaking.
In his mind, there was a picture of the cold before the heavy snow.
The second move of 24 Blizzard Strikes, Chilling to the Bone!
Faced with this extraordinarily fast palm, Wu Shitong didn't panic at all. He lifted his elbow and blocked Lou Cheng's slap just in time.
Bam!
Lou Cheng withdrew his palm as soon as it touched Wu Shitong. He only spat out half of his strength, and then he chose to stop. Borrowing some strength, he pulled his body to the front of Wu Shitong.
Just as he moved away from his original position, a crisp sound burst out. Wu Shitong made a whip kick to where he was, but it fell into the air.
Seizing the opportunity, Lou Cheng hit Wu Shitong's neck with a fast palm with full strength.
He always kept some strength to guard against the unknown moves of unknown opponents. This attack was mainly to test his strength.
Just as Wu Shitong's Whip Kick returned, Lou Cheng's right palm had already arrived. He took a deep breath and pushed his palms forward without accumulating strength. However, his momentum was still astonishing, almost enough to break a stone. Lou Cheng felt the firm and mighty power as soon as he made contact with Wu Shitong's palm. He also felt the changes in Wu Shitong's muscles through his pores.
Adjusting his body and changing his center of gravity, Lou Cheng quickly borrowed some strength and dodged to the side. Using his footwork, his palms and low kicks crisscrossed to attack, gradually weaving a soft and dense net of attacks. Each wave was faster than the previous one, and each wave was higher than the previous one, making the enemy breathless.
During this process, Lou Cheng still kept some strength to deal with unexpected changes.
Gradually, he had a preliminary judgment of Wu Shitong's martial arts. His opponent mainly used strong and fierce palms, so he should have combined the strengths of Grand Stele Breaking Hand and Grand Stele Breaking Hand. If he was hit on the torso or the head, he probably wouldn't be able to continue the fight.
Correspondingly, Wu Shitong's footwork belonged to the strong and fierce type, which was short of flexibility and guerrilla fighting. Lou Cheng's attack with the momentum of Chilling to the Bone was just enough to restrain him.
"If he were to meet Liu Yinglong, a Full Arm Boxing expert, he would be in an even more sorry state …" As this thought flashed through his mind, he visualized the Brutal Blizzard in his mind and infused ferocity and madness into his Chilling Bone. His Heart Lake, as cold as a mirror, constantly "listened" to his opponent's changes and borrowed his strength. Each punch was heavier than the previous one, and each kick was faster than the previous one. Very soon, Wu Shitong's disadvantage in terms of strength was erased. Wu Shitong was no longer able to fight back.
In the stands, there was another burst of applause and cheers for Lou Cheng's storm-like attack.
Several times, Wu Shitong wanted to use the explosive moves of Grand Stele Breaking Hand and Grand Stele Breaking Hand to get out of trouble. However, Lou Cheng, who had fought fiercely with "Invincible Punch" yesterday, had the corresponding experience, so he didn't give in. Instead, he used Lightning and Fire Stance to push the momentum of Mega Avalanche and blocked the attacks head-on.
Liu Yinglong slightly frowned and whispered to his junior brother Qin Zhilin, "Wu Shitong is not as strong as we thought. Does he really have the strength of Second Pin?"
"It should be because of the restraint of his fighting style. Those two palms are not easy to deal with." Qin Zhilin pondered.
In the heat of the battle, Lou Cheng shook his right hand and thrust out his fist like a spear. With a crisp sound, it hit Wu Shitong's hurried left arm.
Bam!
With a muffled sound, Wu Shitong's left arm was shaken and bounced back by the tremendous force, leaving a large gap in front of his chest.
Lou Cheng didn't let him go. He borrowed strength again and threw out his left fist like a dragon, drilling into Wu Shitong's chest.
Puff!
Wu Shitong's chest was hit, but Lou Cheng didn't feel like he had hit flesh and blood. Instead, he felt like he had hit a piece of hardwood, making a strange sound.
Lou Cheng's expression changed slightly. He was about to retreat, but his wrist was caught by a hand with a faint golden glow.
Golden Bell Cover!
Wu Shitong's fundamental skill was the Golden Bell Cover.
He used the conversation time to provoke Lou Cheng, the initial passivity, and the Grand Stele Breaking Hand and Grand Stele Throwing Hand at critical moments to tell Lou Cheng a story that was close to the truth. It was a story about a disciple of Daxing Temple who was good at palms.
Lou Cheng gradually lost his intention to test Lou Cheng's strength and began to attack wildly to suppress him.
But at the end of the story, everything was reversed.
In Lou Cheng's sight, Wu Shitong slightly raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile. The childishness on his face completely disappeared, as if he was saying, "So what if you have seen my previous matches? They haven't forced me to use my Golden Bell Cover. "
His right hand firmly grasped Lou Cheng's left wrist.
PS: A thought suddenly came to my mind. Is it because all the fake monks who use the Golden Bell Cover love to tell stories …? (As usual, I will update in advance on Monday ~)
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