Looking at Peng Leyun's staggering back and feeling his own muscles trembling uncontrollably under the influence of the residual electric current, Lou Cheng, who was standing in the middle of the arena, suddenly felt a little emotional.
I've finally defeated the Great Demon King fair and square. It wasn't easy at all!
From today onwards, he and I will truly stand on the same level. We will look at each other on equal footing.
It has been two and a half years since Master brought me to Shanbei to meet Peng Leyun in the morning to receive his education and set my goal!
Over hundreds of days and nights, step by step, I've finally reached this point.
Of course, it didn't mean that he would be able to suppress Daoist Priest from now on. He could sense that even with the use of secret techniques, the difference between the two of them was only a hair's breadth. If he hadn't misjudged the situation and carelessly clashed with the Lament of the Ice Queen, the outcome might have been completely different. And at the current stage of the advancement of the Inhuman level, every step forward would be extremely difficult. Even if he were to master the Fire Sect's techniques and Daoist Priest's mastery of other supreme arts, he would only be able to enrich his means and surprise his opponent once or twice. He wouldn't be able to bring about any substantial improvement. For a long period of time, the two of them would be evenly matched.
Lou Cheng took one last look at Peng Leyun before slowly retracting his gaze. He thought to himself,
Next, our competition will be to see who can reach the Dragon Gate faster and who can achieve Physical Invulnerability first!
…
On the spectator stand, Ann Chaoyang, who had specially bought a ticket, uncrossed his hands and leaned back. He sighed and muttered to himself,
"Hey, Priest didn't go all out but lost the match …"
It wasn't that Peng Leyun had never failed in the past. However, he would either lose to the Mighty Ones or lose because he wanted to see his opponent's secret technique. It was rare for him to go all out and still lose to his opponent. This was even more so when it came to a battle of the same level!
In the changing room of Capital Academy, Ren Li watched the entire live broadcast. She wasn't worried that it would affect the second semi-final match that was about to begin.
At this time, her doll-like beautiful face had a bit more disappointment and also a bit more relief.
He was disappointed because Lou Cheng had finally caught up with him. His worries had become a reality. He was relieved because it was "proven" that Taoist priests could also "fail". There were also times when they were powerless. They weren't invincible demons. The little shadow in his heart was swept away.
"I can defeat you too …" She rubbed the sheathed longsword on her lap. It was warm to the touch, and the brass was as good as new.
…
"Lou Cheng, Lou Cheng!"
"Peng Leyun, Peng Leyun!"
Amidst the cheers and cheers of the audience, Liu Chang, the host in the live broadcast room sighed. "What a wonderful match. Lou Cheng is so strong. The era of the Big Devil is over."
"Indeed. Even though the gap between their performances isn't big, and Peng Leyun might be able to win the next match, the invincible Demon King has indeed passed away." The guest commentator, He Xiaowei, sighed and agreed. "From now on, the elites won't be lonely anymore!"
"Experts aren't lonely … Well said! They don't have to worry about not having an opponent of the same level. They can train and improve each other. They can be like friends and enemies, surpassing the past! "Liu Chang praised. He then added," The 'enemy' I'm talking about is a competitor. "
Fans nowadays are very scary. They would accuse you of anything you don't agree with. You have to be very careful with your words!
"Yes, such a battle is rare in the Inhuman Professional Competition. Everyone can always reminisce about it. When the time comes, Liu Chang and I will come up with a detailed commentary version. It won't be like just now, where you can't catch up with the rhythm after a slight pause. Haha, if everyone wants to watch the replay now, our White Jade Hall Video supports online replays and slow acting." He Xiaowei helped his partner to advertise.
Liu Chang nodded his head slightly in satisfaction. He then sighed.
"It's a pity that Lou Cheng is going to enter the Professional Competition as an 'intern' in his fourth year. Otherwise, he would be an unshakable super demon king in the next University Martial Arts Competition."
"What's the point of bullying a 'primary school student'? Without Peng Leyun, Ren Li, and opponents of similar strength, what's the point of bullying noobs? It's a waste of time, a waste of life! "He Xiaowei said with a smile.
Liu Chang thought for a while and answered seriously,
"Personally, I have to admit that bullying noobs is really interesting!"
As he spoke, he laughed. He Xiaowei couldn't help but laugh as well.
"Alright, the second round is about to begin. Let's see how much strength Lou Cheng has left and whether he can still create a miracle!" After a few seconds, Liu Chang's face turned serious.
"I don't think Lou Cheng can do anything after defeating Peng Leyun." He Xiaowei was never stingy with his views.
Shut up! Every single one of Shanbei's supporters and Peng Leyun's fans shouted the same word in their hearts.
…
Early in the morning in America, the sky was slightly bright. Yan Zheke was leaning against a pillow with a computer in front of her, a tablet in her left hand, and a phone in her right hand. She continued to watch the live broadcast and replayed the previous battle over and over again. She kept scrolling through the forums and Weibo with praises.
When the referee announced the result, Yan Xiaoling jumped up from the seats of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club. She waved her arms excitedly and mumbled incomprehensible words.
If He Zi hadn't held her back, she really didn't know what she would have done.
Another die-hard Lou Cheng fan, Deng Yang, also waved his fists wildly and bumped fists with Cai Zongming, Wang Dali, and the others over and over again. The others were a little speechless.
Damn retards … Little Ming cursed under his breath as he looked left and right with the corner of his mouth raised.
Cheng is really f * cking awesome!
Immersed in joy, they forgot that the match was not over yet. They only calmed down when the freckled and handsome Fang Zhirong stepped onto the stone steps. Half-expectantly and half-indifferently, they waited for the referee to wave his arm.
…
In the arena, looking at the slightly gloomy and arrogant enemy opposite him, Lou Cheng didn't take a break. He concentrated his qi and blood, afraid that he would waste what little energy he had left.
Although this would cause his body to be continuously numbed and stimulated by the electric current, when the battle officially started, he could "neutralize and attack" during the match.
Looking at Lou Cheng's slightly twitching body, Fang Zhirong didn't dare to be negligent. He got into a stance and concentrated.
Lou Cheng was indeed close to his limit and was severely affected by the electric shock. However, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse!
A struggling beast is equally ferocious!
The referee didn't wait. He raised his right hand and swiftly swung it down.
"Begin!"
Fang Zhirong bent his back and darted to the side in a strange posture. He was like a slithering venomous snake, like a wild wolf sneaking up on its prey. His body seemed to darken, as though he was leaving a black shadow behind him.
He wanted to circle around his enemy and wait for a chance to deliver a fatal blow!
Lou Cheng took a deep breath and endured the numbness and soreness in his muscles. Using his powerful control of Self Reflection as the pivot, he pounced forward with a bang. He instantly went from a standstill to high speed. When he turned, he brushed against the void, breaking through the air barrier and stirring up strong winds.
He wanted to take the initiative to pursue his enemy!
Bam! Bam! Bam! The strong winds continued and lightning intertwined. Lou Cheng kept changing directions as though a deity was casting a spell. He closed the distance between him and Fang Zhirong amidst his shouts.
However, his opponent's movements were strange and slippery. It was hard to lock onto him in a hurry.
At this moment, Lou Cheng focused and outlined the ancient character. His qi and blood followed suit and stimulated a certain part of his body.
His eyes suddenly turned sharp and cold. A murderous aura shot out and enveloped his enemy.
Fang Zhirong's mind wavered. It was as though he had come to a blood-soaked battlefield and was facing a general on horseback with a butcher's knife. He was trembling from the inside out and his body froze.
It was this pause that allowed Lou Cheng to close in. He gathered his qi and blood and dispelled part of the numbness. Wearing a glittering and frosty glove on his left fist, he swung it sideways.
The effect of the simplified Army Formula wasn't strong. Fang Zhirong woke up after a short pause. Seeing that he couldn't avoid the Ice Spirit Heavy Punch, he could only explode his Dan Force, swell his arms, and punch forward to block.
Bam!
Fang Zhirong's body swayed. In terms of strength, he was on par with Lou Cheng. However, his qi and blood were frozen, causing his muscles to stiffen and his movements to slow down.
Bam! Lou Cheng did another Force Concentration. His other fist, surrounded by crimson flames, shot out like a cannonball.
Bam bam bam! He did a series of bursts, alternating between using Ice Spirit to slow down his opponent and Emperor Yan to hurt him. His movements were smooth, each move heavy and precise.
Bam bam bam! Fang Zhirong struggled to hold on and barely managed to defend himself. He wanted to use a killing move to get out of the predicament or dodge and regroup, but he could not find a single chance. His opponent's control of the rhythm and the connection between the moves were as if it had been measured with a ruler. There was no flaw. The ultimate technique that he had worked hard to learn over the past year was completely useless!
In the midst of the intense attacks, Lou Cheng suddenly slowed down. Using his advantage, he visualized the heavy and scorching Emperor Yan and the God of Fire, Zhurong, who was riding a crimson dragon.
Thump! He stepped forward, pulled back his right arm, drew his bow, and shot a heavy punch.
Fire Sect's simplified physical invulnerability move, Internal Explosion Punch!
In the previous battle, Lou Cheng had used too much of his Ice Force, which had drained it. He couldn't use Severe Warning anymore. Even if he tried, the effect on Fang Zhirong would be limited, and he wouldn't be able to leave any injuries. It was a waste.
At this moment, Fang Zhirong was at a loss for what to do with his opponent's change in rhythm. He could only use Force Concentration and spurt out Dan Qi. He raised his palm and blocked Lou Cheng's fist.
Boom!
It was as if a bomb had exploded in his body. His Qi and blood were tumbling madly, and his internal organs were about to shift.
Lou Cheng withdrew his Qi and blood and threw out another Ice Spirit Heavy Punch, which was shrouded in cold air. It hit Fang Zhirong's arm, which was barely holding up, and made him stagger backward. Fang Zhirong's muscles stiffened, and he hurriedly held his Dan and struggled to defend himself.
Another visualization and another Internal Explosion. Expressionless, Lou Cheng took a step forward, raised his right fist, and smashed it down heavily on his opponent's raised arms.
Boom!
Fang Zhirong's eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth were all red. His Qi and blood were tumbling so much that it was difficult for him to circulate them. His internal organs were severely injured.
Lou Cheng withdrew his force and tried to throw another Ice Spirit Punch. However, his head was suddenly dizzy. His spirit had reached its limit.
Before he could use Force Concentration, his condensed Qi and blood dispersed.
Fang Zhirong was stunned at first. Then, he seized the opportunity to suppress his injuries. He stretched his back and swung backward, covering more than ten meters in one leap.
That wasn't the end. He made a forceful turn and dodged to the side.
Lou Cheng felt it was a pity. He tried to catch up with him and try again with a normal attack.
However, as soon as he took a step, he felt the world spinning around him. He almost fell and could only stand there helplessly.
When he made his move, Fang Zhirong was like a bird startled by the twang of a bow. He swung his center of gravity and hurriedly retreated, as if he was scared out of his wits.
Lou Cheng couldn't help but break into a smile.
Once he started laughing, he couldn't stop. It was because of Fang Zhirong's overreaction and the satisfaction of defeating Peng Leyun.
"Haha …"
Lou Cheng shook his head. He didn't care about Fang Zhirong or the referee anymore. He turned around, walked up the stone steps with a smile, and left the arena in a carefree manner.
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