Lou Cheng felt as if his wrist was tightly gripped by an iron clamp and his bones were in pain. His eyes reflected Wu Shitong's confident smile. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
In a split second, he was sure of one thing. That was, Wu Shitong was not good at dealing with guerrilla attacks and was easily restrained by Lou Cheng's "Chilling to the Bone" momentum and the Full Arm Boxing style. Otherwise, he wouldn't be an Amateur Second Pin fighter. Therefore, Lou Cheng deliberately and patiently baited him with a good story.
When Lou Cheng fell into the trap of the story and his wrist was gripped by Lou Cheng, all his disadvantages disappeared. He didn't have to worry about being hit in the Achilles Heel or being hit in the same place, which would break his defense. The story would enter the field of ferocity that Lou Cheng was best at. Moreover, Lou Cheng had the great advantage of gripping Lou Cheng's wrist. The result of such a close range head-on fight was imaginable!
This was the most difficult situation Lou Cheng had ever encountered!
Would this be his last scene in the Warrior Sage Challenge Tournament?
In the stands, when Lou Cheng's punch failed and his wrist was gripped by Wu Shitong, Lao Zheng and the other spectators felt their scalps go numb. They stood up instinctively to see more clearly and involuntarily screamed.
The sudden turn of events made Liu Yinglong, Qin Zhilin and other disciples of Baiyuan Martial Arts School dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that Lou Cheng, who had just gained the upper hand, fell into the most dangerous situation in the blink of an eye. When his left hand was gripped, when his fighting range was limited to a small area in front of Wu Shitong, when his opponent was good at Golden Bell Cover, Grand Stele Breaking Hand and Grand Stele Throwing Hand, the result was foreseeable!
The short-haired young man, whose hands glowed with a faint iron color, blurted out,
"Golden Bell Cover!"
Screams and shouts echoed in the martial arts stadium. Road to the Arena, who had just won the match, was about to watch some matches with Jin Tao, the Invincible Punch, when he was attracted by the unusual noise. He looked at the stands and then fixed his eyes on a big screen.
"Lou Cheng?" Both Invincible Punch and Road to the Arena had a deep impression of this fighter. Now that he was in a desperate situation, they couldn't help but pay attention to him.
Many thoughts flashed through Lou Cheng's mind. Some were panic, some were fear, and some were instinctively struggling.
Lou Cheng shook his left hand in an attempt to break free from Wu Shitong's grip. However, Wu Shitong's fingers were as hard as iron. Lou Cheng felt a sharp pain in his wrist as he tried to break free from Wu Shitong's grip. He was only able to break free from Wu Shitong's grasp by about half an arm's length — the length of Wu Shitong's right arm.
The Jindan in his lower abdomen was like a nebula, but it didn't change at all. If it weren't for the Condensation Stance, Lou Cheng would have been so flustered that he would have lost the ability to think, and had to rely on his subconscious to resist.
At this moment, the rippling lake in his heart suddenly reflected the general picture of Wu Shitong's muscles. This was "heard" through the contact between the pores and the skin of the wrist that was grabbed!
The muscles of Wu Shitong's right arm were pulled a little. The force came from his waist and was transferred to his right leg … Lou Cheng was sensitive enough to notice it. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't have time to think about it. In his mind, he visualized a silvery white lightning falling from the sky and setting off a prairie fire.
Pa!
The hot current surged as Lou Cheng kicked out his right foot with explosive force!
Just as he was about to move, Wu Shitong's right leg swung out with a whistling sound like a strong whip, making a crisp sound. However, in the blink of an eye, Lou Cheng kicked it in the side with a dull thud. Everything seemed to have been planned.
His right arm pulled back, as if he was gathering strength for his left hand … Lou Cheng "heard" the movement again and instinctively made a judgment. He lowered his waist and sat in his crotch, pushing out his right palm like a cold wind, fast and silent.
Bam! When his right palm was halfway there, his opponent's left hand slapped out with a momentum that could break stones. However, Wu Shitong seemed to be "cooperating" with Lou Cheng. His wrist hit Lou Cheng's right palm, and the force was neutralized.
"Eh …" The audience was at a loss. They only felt that Lou Cheng was extremely lucky. Twice in a panic, he made a move in advance and blocked Wu Shitong's fatal attack.
Beside the short-haired young man with pale iron-colored hands, an old man with big earlobes praised,
"Good!"
After that, he turned to the short-haired young man and said, "Little Ye, his Listening Skill is much better than yours."
"Listening Skill?" The short-haired young man seemed to understand something.
By the time he understood, Lou Cheng had completely calmed down after two successful blocks. His heart was like an ice mirror, reflecting the signs of Wu Shitong's every move through their contact.
Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise. Being caught by the wrist may not be a bad thing!
My left hand can't move, so can your right hand! Furthermore, I can predict your attacks through this kind of contact!
It's still unknown who will win!
"That's right. Without the profound level of meditation and the strength of the Condensation Stance and the 24 Blizzard Strikes, it's impossible to have such a level of Listening Skill. Wu Shitong overreached himself." The old man explained to the short-haired young man with a smile.
While the old man was talking, Wu Shitong also felt that the development of the situation was out of his expectations. His opponent seemed to have the help of God, seeing through his every move.
He didn't want to give up the advantage of grabbing one of Lou Cheng's hands. He made up his mind and twisted his right hand, intending to break Lou Cheng's wrist. Even if he couldn't succeed, he would make Lou Cheng lose focus with pain.
When Wu Shitong's right hand moved, Lou Cheng sensed it. His body followed the direction of the twisting to one side, neutralizing most of the momentum and borrowing some strength. With his body half lying in the air, Lou Cheng kicked his right leg high, like a soft whip, aiming at Wu Shitong's left temple.
In the body refining and Danqi stage, this was the Achilles' heel of all hard skills.
According to the information collected by Yan Zheke, Golden Bell Cover was also an example.
Wu Shitong didn't dare to be careless. He lowered his waist and raised his left elbow to his ear, blocking Lou Cheng's kick with a bang. While he was about to counterattack, Lou Cheng pulled back his left arm. With the help of Wu Shitong's subconscious pulling force, Lou Cheng adjusted his center of gravity and regained his balance. Then he moved forward and closed the distance between them. With the help of the borrowed force, he raised his left knee and hit Wu Shitong's crotch hard.
"I don't believe you can reach this level with your current level of Thwart Training!"
Wu Shitong's expression changed slightly. He didn't have time to kick back, so he could only step forward with his right foot and block Lou Cheng's fatal hit with his thigh.
After the rebound, Lou Cheng adjusted his center of gravity and borrowed strength. In his mind, the Ancient Snow Mountain suddenly collapsed. Rolling white streams poured down with the momentum to engulf everything, turning into a fist and hitting Wu Shitong's temple again.
24 Blizzard Strikes, Mega Avalanche!
Wu Shitong hurriedly raised his left arm and raised it to his temple.
Bam! His left arm was shaken by Lou Cheng's hit. After several times of borrowing strength, the power of both sides was reversed again, and Wu Shitong changed his move in a hurry.
In the stands, Liu Yinglong, Qin Zhilin, and other disciples of the martial arts club were speechless, let alone Lao Zheng, the young couple, and other spectators. They were silent and confused. They didn't understand how Lou Cheng, who was in a desperate situation, could gain the upper hand and suppress Wu Shitong.
This change was beyond their understanding of martial arts.
"Wonderful!" "Road to the Arena" and "Invincible Punch" clapped subconsciously. The battle of Listening Skill was thrilling.
"24 Blizzard Strikes" was indeed a martial art based on Listening Skill. The more one fought, the fiercer and crazier it became.
To achieve this level of Listening Skill, Lou Cheng's Meditation Skill was much better than expected. Otherwise, the Daxing Temple disciple would never give him such a chance.
After the block, Lou Cheng used the rebounding force to pull back his left arm. Under Wu Shitong's tight grip, Lou Cheng used the strength to gain the upper hand and the pain in his wrist to make his enemy lose his center of gravity and stumble forward.
While Wu Shitong was stumbling, Lou Cheng took a step forward and pushed his left hand in the direction of Wu Shitong. His right fist carried the momentum of an avalanche and hit Wu Shitong's temple again.
Wu Shitong hadn't recovered his center of gravity, so he couldn't exert force. He could only defend and hurriedly raised his arm to protect his vital parts.
In Lou Cheng's mind, the momentum of the avalanche reached its peak. Hundreds of thousands of tons of snow fell down, covering the vast expanse of white.
Bam! His punch made Wu Shitong's arm rebound and hit his temple.
Bam! In an instant, Wu Shitong felt as if there was a golden drum in his head and his ears were buzzing. His vision was slightly blurred and he couldn't help but loosen his right hand.
Lou Cheng grabbed Wu Shitong's arm with his left hand and turned his body. He used all his strength to throw Wu Shitong to the ground.
Thump!
Wu Shitong's strong body was thrown to the ground, and he was dizzy. Lou Cheng didn't want to let him go. He took a step forward, lifted his toes, and hovered beside Wu Shitong's temple, ready to strike.
"Round six, Lou Cheng wins!" The referee took a look and announced loudly.
"Good!"
"Good fight!"
At this moment, most of the spectators in the stands came to their senses and realized that Lou Cheng had turned the situation around with an incredible performance. They couldn't help but cheer for this thrilling game with twists and turns. They cheered for Lou Cheng, who was so strong that it made people yearn for him.
The cheers were unusually warm. Lou Cheng had mixed feelings. This was an honor that only belonged to him.
When his left hand was caught, he thought he was going to lose. He didn't expect that his Listening Skill could play such a big role.
Only in a small space can you show your ability.
And in a battle, calmness is so important. This is the biggest reward of today.
He put down his right foot and reached out his hand to pull Wu Shitong up. He smiled and said,
"You let me win."
Lou Cheng wanted to brag and say, "You did a good job to put me in a desperate situation for a short time." But he thought it was better to be humble.
The cheers and applause continued. Wu Shitong took a deep look at Lou Cheng.
"I didn't expect that I couldn't beat you even when I used all my strength."
After that, he walked to the stairs and left Lou Cheng with a lonely back.
Lou Cheng won the fourth round of elimination!
PS: This chapter should be published earlier. If I wait until the evening, there will be a lot of people cursing me. Okay, I've finished the two chapters for today. Please recommend me.
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