Considering Songcheng University's current situation, there was no need to arrange a formation for the match against Shannan. As usual, Lou Cheng let Cai Zongming be the vanguard so that he could improve his verbal skills. In the middle, the newcomer Deng Yang would take the stage for more actual combat.
However, unlike the previous match, Lou Cheng put himself in the starting lineup and stayed at the end without the slightest carelessness. After all, "Bane" Mu Yu's supernatural ability was comparable to a Dan stage fighter, and he was unpredictable and hard to defend against. If he lost here and advanced to the next round as the second in the group, it was very likely that he would have to face Shanbei in advance. Without Lin Que, it would be difficult for him to win against Peng Leyun and Fang Zhirong on his own.
Coming out of the locker room, Lou Cheng heard a tsunami of cheers before he had time to look around. Those were "Champion" and "Good luck". The crowd's will was strong enough to shake a mountain. This was the atmosphere of the home ground.
Even the most indifferent people would feel their blood boiling in such a situation. The members of Songcheng University Martial Arts Club waved at the same time to both sides, which brought more enthusiastic cheers.
After a few steps, Lou Cheng glanced around and saw an acquaintance. It was Shu Rui, a reporter from Songcheng TV Station. She was wearing her usual business attire. Her neat and refreshing short hair was long enough to reach her shoulders, which added to her feminine charm and highlighted her delicate oval face.
Huh? She's still a reporter? Huh? The logo on her microphone doesn't look like she's from Songcheng TV Station. Did she change jobs? Lou Cheng nodded at Shu Rui as a form of greeting, despite the doubts in his mind.
Shu Rui adhered to the requirements of the interview and didn't disturb them before the match. She only responded with a smile.
After a short wait, the referee stepped into the arena. The broadcast announced the names of both sides.
The first round, Cai Zongming VS Lin Xiaozhi!
"It's said that Lin Xiaozhi has touched the threshold of Dan stage. If you raise your proud tail, you'll be embarrassed." Lou Cheng said to Talker, half teasing and half reminding him.
"Damn it. You're so misleading. Luckily I'm a gentleman!" Cai Zongming said sarcastically. "Don't worry. I'm the best at talking to girls."
"F * ck. Dirty people see dirty things. Get out of here!" Lou Cheng gave Little Ming a slap on his face and pushed him out of his seat. He didn't even need to do the fist bump to encourage him.
Cai Zongming tidied up his clothes and hairstyle, then slowly walked up the stone steps and onto the arena. Then, he was a little dumbfounded to see Lin Xiaozhi standing next to the competition supervisor, taking out one item after another, taking out one item after another. At the end, she even carefully undid the clavicle hanging around her neck and handed it to the supervisor, repeatedly reminding him not to lose it.
After doing all this, Lin Xiaozhi tied her ponytail a little higher and walked lightly to the opposite side of the enemy. She pointed to her sleeve and smiled proudly.
Cai Zongming took a closer look and realized that there was a circle of words embroidered on it. The words "Taishang Laojun" were written on the front.
As expected of a grandmaster of metaphysics … For a moment, Little Ming felt like he had been defeated.
The referee glanced at both sides, raised his right hand, and announced the start of the conversation.
Cai Zongming relaxed and revealed a sincere and brilliant smile.
"Last year, our two clubs were in the same group. As a substitute of Amateur Second Pin, I had the honor to witness the fight between you and Senior Brother Sun Jian."
It was a very calm and friendly opening, and it sounded more like he was trying to strike up a conversation with a girl … The referee listened quietly from the side.
Lin Xiaozhi nodded with a smile and said nothing.
At this moment, Cai Zongming suddenly changed the topic.
"At that time, you were already a top Ninth Pin fighter. Now, a year later, I, an Amateur Second Pin, have gotten a Professional Ninth Pin certificate. I think I'm strong, but you're still at the same level. Don't you feel ashamed? Don't you think it's time to re-examine whether you're suitable for the path of martial arts? You're only a junior. You still have time to focus on your studies … "
Similar words poured out endlessly, accompanied by a mocking expression. Even the referee had some doubts in his heart.
Don't hit people in the face, don't expose people's shortcomings … Being humiliated like this, I definitely can't stand it …
However, Lin Xiaozhi raised the corner of her mouth and her expression didn't change. Even her eyes didn't show any sign of anger.
"I've met a strong opponent …" Cai Zongming pulled himself together and changed three strategies in a row. But his opponent remained calm and responded with a faint smile. Her self-restraint was off the charts.
Soon, the three-minute conversation was about to end. Lin Xiaozhi raised her hand with a smile, put her fingers into her ears and slowly pinched out two earplugs.
"What the hell?" Cai Zongming's eyes bulged. He was dumbfounded on the spot.
"So I was playing the lute to a cow …"
"You deserve earplugs consecrated by nine eminent monks chanting scriptures." Lin Xiaozhi snapped her fingers and flicked the earplugs out of the arena. They fell next to the referee. There were also words engraved on them. When put together, they read, "I'm not listening, I'm not listening."
"Isn't this against the rules?" Cai Zongming immediately turned his head and asked the referee.
"It's not a weapon, nor is it sharp or hard. Theoretically, it's no different from plugging your ears with your fingers," the referee explained.
"There's a difference! There's a big difference! If I saw her plugging her ears with her fingers, I would have stopped talking! Do you know how much effort and effort I've wasted? Cai Zongming was about to speak when he saw the referee raise his right hand and was about to swing it down.
He quickly gathered his thoughts and turned his attention back to the match.
In the following battle, Lin Xiaozhi, who was already better than Cai Zongming, displayed her Tiger Form, Dragon Form, Snake Form, and Leopard Form martial arts to the fullest. Her movements were smooth and controlled, making it difficult for Cai Zongming, who couldn't achieve his strategic goal in the conversation time. Even if he had hundreds of tricks up his sleeve, he couldn't turn the tables and find an opportunity. After struggling for two or three minutes, he was defeated by a round of Tremor Punch.
"Haha, I told you. Don't be arrogant. Don't think that no one can defeat you in the conversation time." Facing the depressed Little Ming, Lou Cheng, as his best friend, showed him what a friendship between men was.
"Get lost!" Cai Zongming replied in a bad mood. Then he fell into deep thought. "Cheng, what if all the opponents in the future don't know their manners and plug their ears with their fingers? What should I do?"
"Practice a martial art of the Lion's Roar style and become a human loudspeaker."
The most basic way was to practice his "inner strength" and not pin his hopes on the conversation time.
"That makes sense …" Cai Zongming nodded thoughtfully and began to think about where he could get a similar martial art.
At this time, Deng Yang, who had just entered the arena, had already started a fierce fight with Lin Xiaozhi. The usually sunny young man had turned into a muscular barbarian with a jade-like complexion. Facing the enemy, he did not block, but only resisted and attacked. He had combined the "Quenching Jade Formula" of the Shizhou Sect and the "24 Blizzard Strikes" into one. He was even fiercer than Lin Que and Lou Cheng. He was like a "human bulldozer".
Lin Xiaozhi, who was already in a tough battle, couldn't hold on any longer. She slowed down a bit and allowed Deng Yang to close in on her. She used her chest and shoulder to block a Chopping Punch and a Tremor Punch respectively.
Bam, bam, bam! Deng Yang only protected his vital parts and attacked crazily. He successfully defeated Lin Xiaozhi in the close-range combat, which he was best at.
In the new round, he and Jin Dali played a game of "cat and mouse". They chased each other around the arena and bumped into each other occasionally. After a full five or six minutes, both of them were exhausted. Inevitably, they entered the close-range combat phase, which was Deng Yang's strength. The result was no surprise.
After winning two rounds in a row, he finally faced the enemy's leading general, "Bane" Mu Yu. Instead of being afraid, he was eager to have a try.
"Begin!"
With the referee's announcement, Deng Yang took a step forward cautiously and steadily. However, at this moment, he felt a twitch in his weak calf. Before he could stabilize his foot, his ankle twisted to the side and deformed.
As a top Professional Ninth Pin fighter, he twisted his ankle on flat ground!
Although his body was close to its limit, it was still incredible!
With a twisted ankle, the "bulldozer" could no longer run and was completely passive. Soon, he was defeated by "Old Man Mu".
"His supernatural ability seems to have gotten stronger again, and his martial arts skills seem to have improved quite a bit. His punches and kicks are starting to show signs of 'retracting'. Not bad …" Lou Cheng watched with interest. When Deng Yang returned, he slowly unzipped his pants, took off his jacket, and stood up. He didn't seem to mind giving the Bane a chance to catch his breath.
At this moment, the martial arts arena exploded with voices. Everyone was shouting a name, calling the hero, the "King" of the arena.
"Lou Cheng!"
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