"Second round, Fang Zhirong wins!"
Hearing the referee's announcement and looking at Lou Cheng's back, Fang Zhirong froze on the spot. Immediately, his blood rushed to his head. Embarrassed and angry, he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked.
"His injuries are not light. Those two blows should be Internal Explosion Punch …" In the live broadcast studio, the host, Liu Chang, said, half surprised and half seeking confirmation.
However, he didn't hear the answer he expected, be it a yes or no. His surroundings were eerily quiet.
What's going on? Liu Chang turned to look at his partner, only to see He Xiaowei in a daze. His lips were trembling, and his face was alternating between red and green.
Tsk, what does Fang Zhirong's injuries have to do with you? Why do you look like you've lost your entire family fortune? Liu Chang was confused and full of doubts.
At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind. He remembered something from before and instantly understood the whole story.
He Xiaowei had sworn that if Didu won the championship, he would shave all the hair on his head!
After taking two Internal Explosion Punches from a weak Inhuman, Fang Zhirong's injuries weren't something that could be healed in three to five days. When he fought in Didu, he would be considered strong if he could still exert 50% of his strength!
Looks like the casual poison healer has to be replaced by the "carefully prepared" kind!
Liu Chang looked at He Xiaowei's head from head to toe. His lips were tightly pursed, and his cheeks and neck were trembling as he tried to hold back his laughter.
Looks like I can probably look forward to it …
What kind of scene will it be …
I can't hold it in, hahahaha!
…
Returning to the seats, Lou Cheng saw that everyone was still in a daze.
"What's wrong?"
Although he didn't expect to win this match, he shouldn't have waited so long!
Cai Zongming's mouth twitched.
"Have you ever considered us?"
"What's the situation?" Lou Cheng was confused.
"If you say you lost, then you lost. Why are you laughing?" Little Ming pointed at Fang Zhirong in the arena. "Look at him. He's obviously holding back his anger. He'll definitely vent it on Little Yangzi and me and torture us!"
Even if that guy is seriously injured and weakened in all aspects, he's still not someone a top Ninth Pin fighter can challenge!
Lou Cheng came to a realization. He solemnly extended his hand and patted Talker's shoulder.
"Don't worry, there's a referee!"
Cai Zongming was so angry that he laughed. "You might as well not have said anything!"
It made one's calves tremble even more!
At this moment, Deng Yang put on an expression as if he was not afraid of death. He bumped fists with Lou Cheng and the others one by one and walked towards the ring with his head held high.
After watching him walk a few steps forward, Lou Cheng took back his phone and shared his joy with Yan Zheke.
Walking up the stone steps, Deng Yang stood in front of Fang Zhirong, who had just performed a Force Concentration to reduce the effects of his internal injuries. He saw his enemy's gloomy face and furious black eyes.
He couldn't help but shudder. It was as if a venomous snake was staring at his throat and a sniper rifle was aiming at his temple.
Was this the aura suppression of a Professional Sixth Pin in the Dan stage? Deng Yang tried his best to soothe his Qi and blood, causing his skin to glow with a faint jade glow.
Shizhou Island, "Quenching Jade Tactics"!
The referee did not give Fang Zhirong any more chances to calm down. He raised his right hand and swung it down.
"Begin!"
Fang Zhirong did not wipe the blood from his mouth and nose. He bent his back and slithered forward, strangely but quickly closing in on Deng Yang.
Deng Yang was at a disadvantage in terms of body movement. He dodged a few times but still couldn't get rid of him. The distance between them was getting closer and closer.
At this moment, Fang Zhirong withdrew his Qi and blood and held it in his lower abdomen. Then it exploded and rushed out, expanding his legs.
Crack! A spider web appeared under his feet. He pounced and closed in on Deng Yang, punching with his right fist.
Deng Yang took a deep breath and expanded his temples. He raised his arms and made the most conservative parry.
Suddenly, two muscles on Fang Zhirong's back bulged like butterflies. He pulled his spine to the side and changed his direction. He dodged to the side of his opponent in one step.
Bam!
He stretched out his left palm and opened his five fingers. They were shining with a dark light, like terrifying poisonous fangs.
Deng Yang was used to this move and had lost his balance. Seeing that it was impossible to dodge, his face turned pale. He clenched his teeth, bulged his biceps, tightened his sleeves, and took the initiative to swing diagonally.
Rip! His sleeves split open, revealing his jade-like skin held by Fang Zhirong's five fingers.
Deng Yang's expression turned ferocious before he felt weak and out of breath. A jade-like glow appeared on his face.
He exerted strength in his legs, lowered his shoulders, and leaned fiercely to the side.
Bam! Fang Zhirong's Qi and blood were still rolling. His body's reaction was delayed. He only had time to raise his right arm and block in front of his body. Deng Yang, who was counterattacking, hit him head-on.
Fang Zhirong's arm trembled as he firmly resisted the blow. Fang Zhirong's Qi and blood stagnated, and his internal injuries almost exploded. In the live broadcast room, He Xiaowei swayed as if the Iron Mountain Lean had actually hit him.
Deng Yang's Dark Poison Force was activated. His strength disappeared and he had difficulty breathing. He could only lower his head and gasp for air.
The difference in their realms was too great, so the effect was naturally amazing.
Fang Zhirong's face turned red, then green. He blocked with his right arm and his left fist was about to hit his opponent's lower abdomen.
At this moment, a hand reached out and blocked his attack.
The referee raised his other hand and exhaled.
"Round three, Fang Zhirong wins!"
Phew. Fang Zhirong exhaled. He retracted his fist and stood up straight, unable to vent his anger.
Deng Yang gasped for breath and finally recovered. After cupping his hands and bowing, he walked out of the arena with light footsteps.
He had only taken a few steps when Wang Dali and the others came up to support him.
"Go to the emergency room and get some oxygen?" Lou Cheng suggested.
"Yeah." Deng Yang nodded slightly. He panted and smiled bitterly. "I … I tried my best …"
"Well done!" Lou Cheng praised from the bottom of his heart and extended his fist.
Deng Yang raised his hand weakly and bumped it with Lou Cheng's. The ceremony was completed and he was sent to the emergency room.
Cai Zongming, who was beside him, gasped and looked at Lou Cheng.
"Can I forfeit?"
"What do you think?" Lou Cheng looked at him, amused.
"I think you can …" Cai Zongming didn't want to lose with words. He gritted his teeth and said with a twisted expression, "Do you think I'm scared? What's there to be scared of? There's a referee anyway! "
He took a valiant and spirited stride forward, approaching the stone steps with an imposing manner. Just as he was about to ascend the arena, he calmed down his expression, hiding a smile, and was calm and composed.
Yes, I'm in the live broadcast area!
I can't show my unhandsome side …
Cai Zongming trembled when he came to the center of the arena and was stared at by Fang Zhirong.
He hurriedly calmed his mind and comforted himself by muttering to himself,
"Just a dead man, just a dead man …"
Fang Zhirong vaguely heard what he said. The veins on his forehead bulged and he almost couldn't stabilize his injury.
The referee was almost amused. He shook his head and raised his hand.
"Begin!"
Crack!
Fang Zhirong made a Force Concentration right at the start of the match. He pushed off the arena with both feet and lunged at Cai Zongming at lightning speed.
His vision blurred and his enemy was already close. Cai Zongming tensed up and followed his plan. He braced his feet and raised his arms to block.
His two hands grabbed each other's cuffs in a weird posture.
Bam! Fang Zhirong opened his five fingers and was about to grab his enemy's forearm.
At this moment, two tearing sounds were heard. Cai Zongming tore off his sleeves and used the fabric of his clothes as a flag. He expanded his airflow and wrapped it around Fang Zhirong's palm. He countered with softness.
Then, he flicked his elbow and threw his forearm at his opponent's face. He was ready to launch a second attack with his knuckles.
Fang Zhirong's face darkened. He pulled his shoulder and lifted his other arm, staining the edge of his palm with a touch of green.
Bam! He flipped his palm and hit his enemy's bare arm.
In an instant, Cai Zongming felt the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart, knives scraping his bones, and needles stabbing his fingers. He instinctively hugged his arm and screamed!
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. His face was pale and he looked like he was about to faint.
The 27th move of the Plague Sect, Scorpion Tail Needle!
This was a unique skill that magnified pain!
Fang Zhirong took the opportunity to raise his waist and knee forward.
The referee raised his leg in time and blocked the attack. He raised his right hand and announced,
"Round Four, Fang Zhirong wins!"
"Final result, Shanbei University Martial Arts Club wins!"
Fang Zhirong took a deep breath and calmed down a little. He raised his hands and applauded to the audience who had supported him.
Cai Zongming was in a daze. He walked down the arena in a daze. Every step he took seemed to be extremely painful and drained of all his strength.
When Lou Cheng and Wang Dali supported him, he recovered and felt the pain begin to subside. He spoke for the first time,
"F * ck! It f * cking hurts! "
I'm relieved that you're alive and kicking … Lou Cheng chuckled and asked casually,
"How did you feel just now?"
"Feel? I'm f * cking doubting my life! "Little Ming replied with a rich expression.
The first round of the semifinals was over. Songcheng University was eliminated. Shanbei University advanced to the finals for the fourth time in four years.
Lou Cheng and the others were mentally prepared for failure. They weren't too sad, but they felt a little disappointed and had mixed feelings.
After watching Ren Li show her invincible power and lead the Capital College Martial Arts Club to the finals, Songcheng University's group took the bus back to the hotel.
As soon as they entered the lobby, Lou Cheng saw a middle-aged man in a suit walking towards them with a smile on his face.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses and had an elegant temperament. He introduced himself,
"I'm the representative of the Longhu Club."
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