Two days later, at seven o 'clock in the evening, the New Era Martial Arts Stadium was flooded with a large number of spectators. Even though the scalpers had inflated the ticket prices, there was still no lack of people asking for tickets. In just ten minutes, there were many transactions. Even the posters with pictures of Lou Cheng and Peng Leyun facing each other while holding hands were very popular. If it weren't for the security guards at the entrance, all the pictures would have been taken away.
The big screen in the arena was playing highlights of Lou Cheng and Peng Leyun's matches in the past few years. Unfortunately, the most recent highlights were from eight months ago and lacked their recent performances. This made the spectators even more excited and full of guesses.
The spectator stands around the arena had been cleared to prevent damage from the aftermath of the inhuman battle. At the same time, the Huahai City government had specially mobilized a group of martial artists from the police force to stand guard at various key locations to prevent accidents.
When Peng Leyun heard the clamorous cheers echoing endlessly outside, he snapped out of his daze in the changing room. He looked around at Coach Huang Qing, Second Commander Fang Zhirong, and the others, and said with a faint and clean smile, "I'm not going anywhere.
"I'll be the first to go."
His voice wasn't loud and his aura was gentle. Fang Zhirong was inexplicably stunned and forgot his original thoughts. He nodded in agreement. Instructor Huang Qing, whose hair was completely white, nodded slightly and didn't object.
As for Bernhard and the rest, they didn't object either.
Peng Leyun retracted his gaze and looked at the TV screen in the locker room, his thoughts drifting.
At first, he planned to retire from the university martial arts circle after winning his third championship and compete in professional competitions. Who knew that he would be injured by Lin Que last year and lose his honor. Thus, he changed his mind and stayed to fight for another year.
In the past six months, his life was completely different from his original plan of fighting a high-level battle every week. He was lazy and leisurely, almost not fighting at all.
Logically speaking, this would cause his martial arts to regress. However, Peng Leyun experienced something different from the past. He really did settle down and gained something different.
And now, it was the season to test this gain!
Thunder is Yin and Yang, one is still and one is active, that's the right way. Extreme activity turns to silence, and extreme quietness leads to action. I've been quiet for long enough!
Peng Leyun turned his head subconsciously and looked at the door of the locker room. His line of sight seemed to pass through the door and onto the arena, onto the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club.
"I'm looking forward to it …" He let out a sigh spontaneously. Every joint, every muscle, and every acupoint in his body suddenly exploded. They were heavy, powerful, and humming terrifyingly, like rotating turbines and gathering thunder. Hearing this, Fang Zhirong, Bernhard, and the others looked at each other in fear.
Spring comes with a clap of thunder, and all living things come to life!
…
In another locker room.
Although Deng Yang, He Zi, and Wang Dali didn't think they had done anything wrong, they looked at Lou Cheng with guilt and self-blame.
"Ah, Peng Leyun will definitely be the first to fight. Even if Little Yangzi and I, two weaklings, fight together, we won't even be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. Cheng, it's all up to you now." Cai Zongming broke the relatively oppressive atmosphere and said in a self-deprecating manner.
"You're a weakling, don't drag me into it!" Deng Yang protested. "Next year, next year I'll definitely be a Mighty One of the Dan stage!"
Lou Cheng listened with a calm smile. He picked up a pen and paper and quickly wrote down the list of fighters and the order of the fighters.
"Lou Cheng, Deng Yang, Cai Zongming …"
He passed the paper to Yan Xiaoling beside him and said with a slight smile, "Sorry to trouble you."
Li Xiaowen found a very good job and went to the company for an internship in February. The menial work of the Martial Arts Club was basically handed over to a self-proclaimed reliable sophomore girl.
Yan Xiaoling took the list of fighters and nodded excitedly. She rushed out of the door. After a muffled bang, she squatted down with hands on her forehead, eyes full of tears.
Who, who didn't close the locker door!
"Are you okay?" Mu Jinnian asked with concern.
He Zi scolded with disappointment, "Don't you watch where you're going?!"
Yan Xiaoling looked up with grievance. "Normally, with my height, I shouldn't have hit that spot …"
Everyone was speechless and almost burst out laughing. The heavy atmosphere was swept away.
"How many centimeters taller are you today?" He Zi asked without thinking.
Yan Xiaoling was enlightened. She slapped her thigh and said,
"Oh my god, so that's how it is!"
Everyone couldn't help but laugh as they watched the short, no, petite figure flash out of the locker room.
F * cking retard!
Out of the door, Yan Xiaoling paused. She didn't rush to the supervisor station. Instead, she took out her phone, entered the forum, and posted a post.
"Hahahahaha, he smiled at me!"
"Hahahahaha, he said sorry to trouble you!"
"F * ck, f * ck, are you crazy?" "Unparalleled Dragon King" and the others were shocked.
"Not crazy, I'm a love-struck fool …" "Brahman" rolled on the floor. "But I'm so envious!"
In the locker room, Lou Cheng shook his head with a smile. He closed his eyes and suddenly recalled every detail of the past six months.
Strolling in the rain, Encountering Gods In The Void, Self Reflection …
Ambushing "Butcher", suppressing him with precision from start to finish …
Attacking Maszewski's fleet, grasping the perfect timing …
Daily life at home, warm and sweet, meaningful and lasting …
Studying Physical Invulnerability secret arts in the underground of the Ice God Sect, gaining insights and comprehending by analogy …
After leveling up, facing Brandon and familiarizing himself with new techniques …
Pondering every day, practicing diligently, finally getting Lament of the Ice Queen ready for actual combat …
Various scenes replayed in his mind. Finally, they merged into a furnace and ignited a burning desire for battle.
After eight months, it was time for him to give it his all again!
"I can't wait …" Lou Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the door.
The temperature in the locker room seemed to have dropped to freezing point, making the unprepared Cai Zongming, Deng Yang, and the rest shiver.
But when they touched the skin on the back of their hands, they realized that the temperature didn't change.
Everything that happened before seemed to come from the mind, from the heart!
…
In the live broadcast studio, the host, Liu Chang, looked at the scene in the stadium and sighed.
"Everyone is so passionate. This match is indeed worth looking forward to."
"Just the gimmick of a battle between the Heavenly Sons of the Era is enough to attract people, not to mention the fact that both Lou Cheng and Peng Leyun are bursting with popularity." He Xiaowei chimed in with a smile. "Also, this is the first time they are on the same level, fighting at the peak of their strength."
In December two years ago, Peng Leyun was almost one rank higher than Lou Cheng, and he quickly defeated Lin Que in advance. In April last year, Peng Leyun was seriously injured by Lin Que's self-sacrifice and was not in his best condition. Now, the participants of the two sides had been decided. Lou Cheng and Peng Leyun would no longer be disturbed by other people, and they were finally at the same level, an evenly matched peak competition.
"Yeah, this reminds me of the words' Top of the Forbidden City '. Xiaowei, who do you think has a higher chance of winning?" asked Liu Chang with interest.
He Xiaowei shook his head like a rattle-drum. "That's hard to say. They haven't fought seriously for half a year. How am I supposed to judge?"
As soon as he said that, Peng Leyun's fans in front of the screen heaved a sigh of relief. They felt that the dark clouds over their heads had mostly dissipated.
As for the audience who liked Lou Cheng, they were slightly disappointed. If He Xiaowei thought that Peng Leyun would win, that would be cursing his opponent. If he thought that Lou Cheng could win, hmph, how could one's supernatural powers defy fate?
"Indeed. They have been accumulating their strength for half a year. I wonder what kind of power they will unleash today. They might both be close to Pin Four." Liu Chang lamented. He suddenly thought of a rumor and said with a smile, "I heard that Lou Cheng won't be returning to Wuyue Club and will be joining Longhu Club in July. Peng Leyun is about to graduate from university and will definitely return to Shangqing Sect. Hehe, I feel like they are another pair of arch-rivals like Dragon King and Warrior Sage."
"They are the future 'Dragon King' and 'Warrior Saint'? Have you asked Living Buddha Shi Shan or Wisdom King Zhi Hai before you said this? " He Xiaowei snorted and retorted instinctively, "Even if the Living Buddhas of past generations would slow down after reaching Physical Invulnerability and reach a bottleneck, who knows when Lou Cheng and Peng Leyun will surpass them. But what about Zhi Hai? He has only reached Physical Invulnerability for three years and has already won the title of King. Is this something that ordinary people can compare to? Even if there are coincidences, like when Dragon King and Warrior Sage fought in other competitions and both were heavily injured, or when some of the titled Mighty Ones met in advance and the winner was injured, he might be able to defeat many First Pin and titled Mighty Ones. This is enough to prove his strength. He has already firmly suppressed the other Heavenly Sons of China! "
The dates of the five major title competitions were staggered. The finals of the Battle of the Kings were usually held at the end of March or the beginning of April. Daxing Temple's Zhi Hai won the challenge more than twenty days ago and became the new King of the Year. He was honored as Wisdom King!
"That's true, but Zhi Hai is four years older than Peng Leyun and five years older than Lou Cheng. Strictly speaking, you can't directly compare them," Liu Chang said to the point.
"Then we'll see in four or five years. At that time, if Lou Cheng and Peng Leyun can reach Physical Invulnerability, they won't let down the title of Heavenly Son of China. As for the titles, hehe." He Xiaowei laughed.
The host, Liu Chang, was afraid of causing a dispute and didn't want to delve into this topic. He quickly said with a professional smile, "Alright, the pre-match commentary has come to an end. Let's cut to the off-site interview and hear what the audience has to say."
The scene changed to the last line of people queuing to enter the stadium.
The reporter handed the microphone to a pretty girl with straight shoulder-length hair.
"Hello, may I know which side you support?"
"Shanbei! Peng Leyun! "the girl answered without hesitation.
"Why?" the reporter asked.
The pretty girl with the aura of a student smiled and said,
"I prefer Peng Leyun's personality. Hmm, uh, he, he's more handsome!"
The girl who boldly voiced her opinion blushed. She curled her lips and turned her head to the other side.
"What about you?" the reporter saw a girl with a sweet smile nearby. She was eager to give it a try.
"I like Lou Cheng. He's more manly!" the girl shouted after pondering for a long time.
After the interview, the director looked at the time and cut the scene back to the stadium. The host, Liu Chang, announced excitedly,
"Everyone, the competition is about to begin!"
…
At this moment, Lou Cheng, who was sitting in the "away team" seat, received a message from Yan Zheke. It was a photo of their fingers intertwined and their rings reflecting off each other.
"I'm with you! [Clenching fist expression]" the girl said.
"Two against one doesn't seem fair … [Snickering expression]" Lou Cheng replied and locked the screen.
He passed his phone to Cai Zongming for safekeeping and stood up slowly to look at the arena. On the other side, Peng Leyun took off the white towel draped over his body and stood up slowly.
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