As soon as he entered the gate, the decibel level in Lou Cheng's ears skyrocketed. All kinds of noises came from all directions and converged in the air above the martial arts arena. Along with the heatwave, the noise spread to every corner.
Looking up, he saw that the usually empty stands were filled with people. Crowds continued to gather in different aisles. It was much livelier than the previous five rounds of knockout matches.
According to the number of seats in Yanling Martial Arts Arena and the remaining seats, Lou Cheng estimated that there were at least 8,000 people in the audience today.
Once there were more than 10,000 people, it was boundless. Eight thousand people also had a similar effect. Lou Cheng secretly clicked his tongue and felt that he was sinking into the sea, becoming small and insignificant.
In some places suitable for filming, cameras had been set up. Some were aimed at the arena, some were filming the audience, and some were following the reporters. Unconsciously, they set up a formal and solemn atmosphere.
In the group stage, Yanling TV station didn't do live broadcasts. Instead, they used shooting clips and broadcasting highlights, so there was no commentator yet. Reporters had to randomly interview the fighters, the audience, and the organizers. After the top 16, the key battles would be broadcasted to everyone in Yanling.
Seeing such a grand scene, Lou Cheng didn't want to be bothered by trifles. He slipped into a corner and went to the fighters' locker room to meet the staff.
"Mr. Lou, your match is in the third round. Before and after that, you can choose to watch the match from the guest seats in the stands or stay in the locker room to watch the big screen." Seeing that Lou Cheng still looked like a student, the staff didn't know whether to call him Mr. Lou or Mr. Lou.
Lou Cheng thought for a while and said, "I'll take a rest in the locker room."
The way he was going to fight later was a great burden on his physical strength and mental strength. He had to be highly concentrated and wait patiently.
"Then I'll call you when the time is right." The staff smiled and left the locker room.
The other fighters were either in the stands or had failed and left. The locker room was empty except for Lou Cheng. The hubbub of people outside set off the quietness.
Lou Cheng enjoyed this feeling. He sat in the middle of the metal bench and took out his phone to reply to Yan Zheke's message.
"I'm already at the Martial Arts Arena. I'm sitting in the changing room. Oh right, your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, right?"
Yan Zheke replied with a "shh" emoji, "Not bad. Compared to yesterday, I feel like I've been through fire and water. Cheng, according to your description, the next move will be very tiring. Let's not chat anymore and take the time to rest."
"Yeah, you don't have to cheer for me today." Lou Cheng sent a funny emoji.
Yan Zheke replied, "Are you worried that it won't work even if we try our best?"
"No, no, no. It's rare for me to fight with a Professional Ninth Pin expert. I need to show my true strength so that I can find my weaknesses and make up for them. If you do your best, won't you double your fake strength?" Lou Cheng replied with a snicker.
Yan Zheke replied with a tearful expression, "You are so honest!"
"Of course!" Lou Cheng unknowingly put on his signature smile.
Yan Zheke sent an emoji of looking at the sky in a daze. "If that's the case, then I wish you all the best ~"
"Why do these words sound so familiar?" Lou Cheng asked with a puzzled expression.
Yan Zheke replied with a snicker emoji, "I heard it when the principal was giving a speech last time …"
Pfft … Lou Cheng couldn't help but laugh. He knew that Yan Zheke was trying to lighten the atmosphere and dispel his nervousness. So he sent a struggling emoji and said, "Fortunately, the principal didn't give a speech for the Warrior Sage Challenge Tournament … Don't worry, my goal today is to prove what I've learned. If I win, I'll be ecstatic. If I lose, I'll have no regrets."
Yan Zheke sent a touching head emoji and said,
"Then I'll give you another sentence. My grandfather often said to my cousin: Enjoy the battle, enjoy the martial arts!"
Enjoy the battle, enjoy the martial arts … Lou Cheng silently read these words and sent a waving emoji. He logged out of QQ and closed his eyes to rest and maintain his mental state.
After some time, someone knocked on the door of the locker room. He opened his eyes and saw the staff member coming in.
"Mr. Lou, it's your turn soon." The staff member made a gesture of invitation.
Lou Cheng patted his white martial arts suit with black edges and stood up. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the locker room. In front of him was the towering dome, the dark mass of heads and the arena where all the lights were concentrated.
…
On the stand, Liu Yinglong, Qin Zhilin and the other disciples of Baiyuan Martial Arts School came again.
"Senior brother, why are you here to watch Lou Cheng's match again? Haven't you learned what you should watch? "Qin Zhilin felt that it was better to do something with the time.
Liu Yinglong smiled and said, "I want to see what other surprises he can create …"
"What surprises can he have? Can he beat Wang Ye of Professional Ninth Pin? "Qin Zhilin snorted.
…
In the guest seats, Ye Youting and Jiang Lan of Danqi State sat side by side.
"I don't know how long he can last …" Ye Youting suddenly said when she saw Lou Cheng walking toward the arena along the path of light.
Jiang Lan was a young woman in her twenties with a demure appearance. She smiled and said, "I just hope he won't give up and make Wang Ye more tired. Wang Ye is a strong contender for the championship."
"Sister Lan, why do you value Wang Ye so much?" Ye Youting turned her head and looked at Jiang Lan with a competitive spirit in her clear eyes.
Jiang Lan gently smiled and said, "Wang Ye's fighting style is fierce, his Iron Palm is ruthless, and he is very good at bullying the weak. As long as he doesn't meet an evenly matched opponent, he won't consume much of his stamina. But I am just the opposite of him, accumulating my stamina one battle after another. When it comes to the final battle, I may not have the confidence to beat him before my stamina runs out."
"My fighting style is also very ferocious …" Ye Youting murmured.
…
After handing over his mobile phone and other items to the competition supervisor, Lou Cheng walked up the stone steps and entered the ring step by step. Before he could stand still, he heard bursts of cheers and cheers coming from different stands.
That was because in the previous few matches, he had started from nothing, accumulating the audience one by one!
Thinking of this, Lou Cheng felt proud and his blood began to boil. He was in the most suitable state for the battle. In front of him, Wang Ye in a dark cyan martial arts suit was standing steadily.
"The first match of the fourth group, Wang Ye of Professional Ninth Pin whose Iron Palm has shocked the arena, versus the famous mysterious master Lou Cheng!"
"Will Wang Ye defend the honor of Professional Ninth Pin with his Iron Palm, or Lou Cheng will be a black hand to the end?"
In the broadcast of the martial arts arena, the announcer called out the two sides in a provocative tone.
Boom! The stands were full of enthusiasm again. Lao Zheng, the young couple and other audiences cheered even harder than before.
The referee raised his head and looked at the electronic clock. He looked left and right and said loudly,
"Talk time starts now!"
As soon as he finished his words, Lou Cheng saw the short-haired young man, Wang Ye, smile and say,
"You're really an interesting opponent. I asked someone to look for videos of your previous matches. I can clearly see that you're using actual combat to grow little by little. In just a few days, you've shown a complete transformation. It's simply daunting."
"Facing an opponent like you, I should've been excited to see you and let you show off all your strengths in a battle to my heart's content. But I'm sorry, the prize money this time is very important to me. In order to save as much energy as possible to deal with the strong enemies behind me, I can only choose to end this quickly."
His words were sincere, and one could hear the appreciation and regret in them.
Lou Cheng said with a gentle smile,
"I'm sorry, too. I'm afraid I can't let you have a quick battle."
After that, they looked at each other and smiled. The confidence of martial artists was in their hearts.
Lou Cheng and Wang Ye stopped talking and waited patiently for the time to pass, ignoring the confrontation on the spiritual level.
"Start!" Suddenly, the referee waved his right hand.
Lou Cheng, who was ready to attack, suddenly jumped out. He adjusted his muscles and kept changing his center of gravity, like a snake that was wriggling to attack.
Wang Ye didn't move. He slightly lowered his waist and half raised his hands. He didn't make a judgment in advance.
Rolling his center of gravity, Lou Cheng took a step forward and came to Wang Ye's left side. His right palm was like an illusory cold, silently but quickly patted.
Bam!
Wang Ye's right hand suddenly came out from under his left armpit. He didn't have time to prepare before he patted out an Iron Palm that tore the airflow. The faint metallic luster reflected a faint light. He was going to meet Lou Cheng's attack head-on.
Lou Cheng clearly remembered that in the second round of the knockout match, an Amateur Third Pin fighter was careless and directly injured his metacarpal bone by Lou Cheng's palm.
Lou Cheng's center of gravity "rolled" again. His right palm drew an arc with his footwork and dispersed the force. He flashed behind Wang Ye like a ghost, as if he had anticipated and prepared for this.
Before he could stand firm and make a move, Wang Ye pulled the muscles of his left leg and kicked out with a Horse Kick.
This kick came without any warning. Under the strange posture, the strength was actually able to link up bit by bit. It was extremely explosive, comparable to the "Tiger Tail Kick" of "Invincible Punch" Jin Tao. It was fast, accurate, and ruthless!
His body swayed and his center of gravity "rolled" again. Lou Cheng didn't wait to stand firm. He took a step forward and came to Wang Ye's right side, just in time to avoid the kick. Such a change stunned the audience, who felt that he seemed to violate human dynamics.
Lou Cheng's posture was strange. He shook his right arm and whipped Wang Ye, who had just retracted his left leg.
Wang Ye had watched Lou Cheng's previous match videos and remembered his ability to control his muscles and coordinate his center of gravity. His "Haystack Fishing for the Moon" and "Horse Kick" were prepared for this. But he didn't expect that Lou Cheng could adjust his center of gravity again and again, even if there were attacks in between.
Wang Ye's face turned serious. His right hand, which had been swinging to the left, suddenly swung back, making a short and rapid sound of friction with the air. Then he hit Lou Cheng.
The secret unique skill of Iron Palm, "Back Thrust"!
"Back Thrust" was so powerful and unexpected that Liu Yinglong and the other spectators raised their eyebrows in fear. They felt that Lou Cheng had no choice but to take the attack head-on. Once he did, the match would enter Wang Ye's territory.
But Lou Cheng, like a ghost, turned back in the attack. Although he dispersed the Inch Force of his right arm, he still avoided Wang Ye's "Back Thrust" and appeared behind his opponent again.
"Mercurial center of gravity …" Ye Youting murmured in the stands.
Jiang Lan beside her smiled and whispered,
"Interesting."
"If it weren't for the fact that his strength was scattered and there was still a long way to go before he could fully condense it, I would have suspected that he was a real Danqi martial artist …"
In the center of the arena, Wang Ye was not surprised but delighted. His face was full of enthusiasm for martial arts.
This kind of opponent is interesting!
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