In the locker room, a few fighters were resting with their eyes closed, waiting for the next match. Lou Cheng sat in the corner, relaxed and chatted with Yan Zheke on his phone.
"Today's match is the seventh match in the morning. There's still some time before it starts." He sent a message with an onion in a hot spring.
In order to keep up with Yan Zheke, he also downloaded a new emoji pack.
Yan Zheke sent back a handsome onion winking emoji. "Are you nervous?"
"Not at all. After fighting a Professional Ninth Pin, I'm used to facing a master of Amateur First Pin. It's no big deal. Of course, I won't be arrogant and look down on my opponent. My current comprehensive strength is still worse than that of an Amateur First Pin." Lou Cheng sent an emoji of a grinning dog.
Yan Zheke replied, "You've said all the right and wrong words. How can I answer you? Can't we have a good chat? (The opponent doesn't want to talk to you and throws a dog at you). "
"Coach Yan's good guidance makes me have such a good mentality." Lou Cheng snickered and said sorry to his master in his heart. In order to get a girlfriend, I have to make you suffer …
Yan Zheke sent an emoji of an onion pushing up glasses. "Good. It's good that you know this. I watched Tang Yue's match video last night and found that the way you fought with Wang Ye was also suitable to deal with him. Besides, he was much weaker than Wang Ye and his movements were slower. He couldn't reduce your range of activities.
"Coach Yan is right! As long as I can make him miss a few more times, he will be burdened by his size and consume more energy. Then my chance will come. "Lou Cheng sent an emoji of a monkey wagging its tail and showing its red heart.
Yan Zheke sent an emoji of a monkey proudly. "But he must have watched your match yesterday. He will probably change today. You have to be careful."
"Don't worry. I have also adjusted my fighting style." Lou Cheng sent an emoji of a monkey beating its chest proudly.
Fighters came in and out. Some went to the ring to participate in the match, and some went back to the locker room to take a shower. Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke talked about the fifth match before they knew it.
"I have to warm up and adjust my state." Lou Cheng sent an emoji of staying up all night working hard.
Yan Zheke covered her mouth and smiled. "Do you need my help today?"
"Of course!" Lou Cheng snickered. "Originally, I wanted you to sing a song for me to cheer me on. But this kind of heavy encouragement is better left for tomorrow's battle with Zhou Yuanning, the former Professional Ninth Pin fighter. Let's be casual today."
He was reminded of the time when he sang for Yan Zheke.
Yan Zheke sent an emoji of throwing a grenade and said, "Dream on! You want to sing?"
After this message, she immediately sent a voice message, which was slightly different from before.
"Cheng Fighting!"
Lou Cheng smiled, saved the voice message, logged out of QQ, pocketed his phone and closed his eyes to rest.
Compared to the slight nervousness and apprehension he had before he challenged Wang Ye, he was calm at this moment, as if he had nothing to worry about. Without much help from the Jindan, he had successfully concealed his spirit and qi. His thoughts rose and fell quickly without leaving a trace. The sounds around him were magnified, but he did not disturb his state of mind.
This state was very strange. It was like the return to tranquility after many days of fighting and the release of various emotions.
Without experiencing the outside, how could one see the heart?
Lou Cheng suddenly woke up from the subtle experience, as if he had sensed something.
Without looking at the electronic clock, he instinctively stood up, walked to the entrance of the locker room, and opened the door.
Outside the door, the staff had just come close and didn't have time to knock on the door.
Seeing the door open, the staff was surprised to see Lou Cheng there. After a while, he said, "Your match is about to start. You can go on stage."
Lou Cheng must have seen the time on the electronic clock, so he came out before he knocked on the door …
Lou Cheng smiled gently and said, "Okay, sorry to trouble you."
The wonderful state of tranquility gradually faded. He felt some changes in himself, but he couldn't feel it directly.
Taking a step forward, Lou Cheng started to adjust his body to get his muscles and spirit excited.
The winter sky was dark. Under the illumination of the lanterns, a bright path was paved between the arena and the changing room.
…
In the stands, Ye Youting was drinking a nutrient drink to replenish the nutrients she had just won in the battle between the Professional Ninth Pin fighters. The seat beside her was empty, and Jiang Lan, who was always by her side these days, was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing Lou Cheng stepping on the stone steps and gradually increasing his momentum, Jiang Lan leisurely approached from the aisle and entered the seat.
"Sister Lan, where have you been?" Ye Youting asked casually.
Jiang Lan smiled and said, "I made a phone call and went to the betting station outside to bet on Lou Cheng's win."
"Isn't this against the contract?" Ye Youting didn't read the contract carefully at all.
Her father and Liu Zunyu had a very good relationship. Before the Warrior Sage Challenge Tournament, her father had read the contract and proposed to amend it, so she signed it directly with the greatest trust.
Jiang Lan sat down and took off the plush hat on her head. "Of course it's not against the contract. I'm not betting on my own match. Why should I care about others?"
"That makes sense. I'll bet on Lou Cheng too." Ye Youting was eager to have a try, planning to bet with her private money.
Jiang Lan glanced at her and said, "You don't have to. After yesterday's two matches, everyone is optimistic about Lou Cheng. The odds of betting on him now are very low. I'm just passing by."
"That's true." Ye Youting nodded and restrained her thoughts.
In yesterday's two matches, Lou Cheng almost overthrew Wang Ye, who was a seeded player, while Tang Yue, who was struggling hard, failed to gain the upper hand against a former Professional Ninth Pin fighter. The sharp contrast made the audience lean toward Lou Cheng, and the corresponding odds changed accordingly.
"If this match is unexpected, those who bet on Tang Yue will make a lot of money." Jiang Lan sighed.
But as a professional fighter, she was very confident in her own vision, especially when it was only a fight of body refining level.
"Road to the Arena" Zhou Yuanning was adjusting his state, waiting for the next hard fight with Wang Ye, and watching the confrontation between Lou Cheng and Tang Yue in the arena.
"I hope Tang Yue can make Lou Cheng consume more …" He sighed.
"Invincible Punch" Jin Tao said with a strange expression, "Consumption … After so many matches, I feel that Lou Cheng is basically not consumed at all, or his physical strength is recovering very fast … He is a monster … Why wasn't he hurt by the Iron Palm yesterday …"
"Haha, this kind of thing is hard to come by." Zhou Yuanning, with his past experience, showed a bit of calmness. "Don't worry. Today's match is in the morning, and tomorrow's is in the afternoon. That is to say, I have a whole day to recover. The disadvantage of physical strength will not be obvious in the first few minutes. I just hope I won't get hurt later …"
While the martial artists were discussing among themselves, the audience was cheering for Lou Cheng. Some of them had watched Lou Cheng's match the day before and felt sorry for him. Some of them were fans like Old Zheng, who Lou Cheng had accumulated along the way. Most of them were people who had bet on Lou Cheng to win.
In the arena, Tang Yue looked at Lou Cheng and showed a wry smile.
"I watched your match yesterday and felt that I was completely defeated by your fighting style. It's so sad. But since I'm standing here, I can't easily admit defeat. I made some adjustments and changes, and I hope it will be useful."
He seemed to be calm, as if he had said his own plan, but Lou Cheng was not sure whether he deliberately disturbed his established plan to find an opportunity.
Looking at this fat and heavy opponent, Lou Cheng's expression didn't change. He smiled calmly and said,
"Everyone has their own characteristics. What suits Wang Ye may not be completely suitable to deal with you. And my comprehensive strength is not as good as yours. It's just that my strengths are stronger and my weaknesses are weaker. It's natural for me to be powerful when I use my strengths to attack your weaknesses."
"Of course, I'll try my best to play to my strengths and not give you a chance to find my weaknesses."
He said without any sharpness, but naturally overflowed with strong self-confidence.
This confidence was accumulated from the battles and victories during these days. It was the confidence that he could still create a good chance to win in the battle with a Professional Ninth Pin.
Looking at Lou Cheng like this, Tang Yue's momentum was broken. He was a little absent-minded and recalled the past.
Once upon a time, he was so confident.
Once upon a time, he relied on this body to sweep all the opponents below the Amateur Third Pin like a rocket.
However, the subsequent failures gradually made him lose his indestructible confidence. Although he still had the desire for victory, the belief to win the game, and the basic self-confidence, it was not strong enough and not tough enough.
He often told himself that this was the inevitable result of life's training and the inevitable price to pay for maturity. But in his heart, he still envied this kind of flying and self-confidence.
He didn't speak again, as if he wanted to borrow confidence from his past self, the confidence to kill God and Buddha.
"Start!" The referee waved his right hand.
Lou Cheng moved. He approached Tang Yue with the Snake Steps.
He adjusted his muscles so that his center of gravity was like mercury, swaying in his body, making it impossible to judge which side he would eventually lean to.
Tang Yue took a deep breath, lowered his waist, and put on a defensive posture. His long and thick arms spread out, like a sumo wrestler in the game Street Fighter.
Rolling his center of gravity, Lou Cheng suddenly changed his direction and stepped to the left side of Tang Yue's back like a ghost. His right palm shot out like lightning, with no trace of strength and no wind.
Tang Yue didn't seem to notice it. He still put on a defensive posture and was about to be hit in the ribs by Lou Cheng's cold palm.
However, Lou Cheng, who had a fierce battle with Wu Shitong, had an instinctive intuition and immediately understood what Tang Yue's adjusted fighting style was.
Tang Yue wanted to take advantage of his thick fat and good at taking hits to resist his non-vital attacks and counterattack at the moment of hitting. In such a short distance, in such a quick battle, Lou Cheng might not be able to dodge completely with mercurial balance in time. If he was a little careless, he would be hit by Tang Yue's terrible arms and thick legs. It was really not easy to bear!
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