Taking back his personal belongings from the Competition Supervision Office, Lou Cheng walked down the stone steps to the locker room. He planned to take a shower and change his underwear first. Although he was not tired from the endurance battle, he was sweaty all over.
Along the way, the applause and cheers of the audience were still lingering. It seemed that the name "Lou Cheng" was reverberating, as if they were welcoming the general's triumphant return. Lou Cheng slightly narrowed his eyes, very satisfied with this scene and enjoyed this feeling very much.
This was the taste of victory.
The only thing that made him feel a little guilty was that after all, he still relied on the Jindan. He hoped to completely control it as soon as possible and completely make it his own.
When he stepped into the locker room, Lou Cheng had already unlocked his mobile phone and logged into QQ. He sent a message to Yan Zheke with a laughing emoji.
"Mission completed!"
After doing all this, he quickly took a battle bath and hurried outside. "Road to the Arena" Zhou Yuanning and Wang Ye's match was about to begin, and the former was his last challenge to reach the top 16. Of course, it was also the second biggest challenge after Wang Ye!
On the way, he saw that Yan Zheke had already sent a reply. A leisurely monkey wagging its tail and showing a red heart said, "Good, you can beat a master of Amateur First Pin steadily. Even if you are restrained by the fighting style, it shows that you have a similar level. What should I do, Cheng, I'm jealous of you! Let me beat you up when school starts! "
"No problem, I'll lie down and let you beat me up!" Lou Cheng smiled and answered without hesitation.
At the same time, he said silently in his heart, "Beating is affection, scolding is love!"
"Don't lie to me, I can't beat you now (poor)." Yan Zheke replied in a joking tone, "You should carefully study Zhou Yuanning's battle first. I'll go to the official website and check the video of your battle just now."
Lou Cheng sent a sweat-wiping emoji, "Nothing to see. It's an endurance battle between mercurial balance and focus on defense. Just go ahead and watch the beginning and the end."
While replying, he found the guest seat and sat down. In the ring, after a short program to liven things up, Wang Ye and Zhou Yuanning entered the conversation time. The big screen broadcasted their every move and verbal confrontation to the audience.
Before the match started, Yan Zheke had finished watching the video and sent a yawning emoji. "The same guerrilla combat with mercurial balance. Why was it so exciting yesterday and so boring today? But your last close-range throw was really good. If you had been a little slower, you would have been hit by Tang Yue. Even if you didn't get hurt, you would have fainted for a short time. It felt a little risky."
"How would I dare to try if I wasn't sure?" Seeing that his pride was seen through by his beloved girl, Lou Cheng suddenly became more excited. "As for whether it's interesting or boring, it all depends on the opponent's choice. It has nothing to do with me."
Yan Zheke immediately replied, "But their choices are all because you are heartless, cold, and unreasonable (Erkang face)."
Lou Cheng couldn't help but laugh. His eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy. If Little Ming were here, he would probably say that this wasn't joy, but lust!
"Zhou Yuanning's match is about to start." He saw the referee looking at the electronic clock.
Yan Zheke sent an emoji of an onion pushing up her sunglasses and said, "Look good. I've also prepared several videos of Wuthering Eight Movements for you. You can study them in the afternoon. I asked my grandpa to recommend them!"
"Thank grandpa for me!" Lou Cheng shamelessly called grandpa in his mind and felt warm in his heart. He snickered and said, "You've already prepared them? No wonder you're the best coach. It's hard to repay your kindness! I must enter the top 16. The prize money is waiting for me! By the way, thank your grandpa for me. "
At this time, he completely forgot about his real master, Geezer Shi.
Yan Zheke sent a proud emoji with shining teeth. "It's good that you know my kindness. Uh, you seem to value the prize money very much?"
"Of course. With the prize money, I can treat you to a better meal!" Lou Cheng deliberately said a little ambiguously.
This wasn't a suggestion from Cai Zongming, who was guiding them from the sidelines. Instead, it was his own realization. He felt that the relationship between the two of them had improved significantly after the Great Aunt incident. Therefore, he had to add a little more ambiguity. Otherwise, their relationship would evolve into a 'best friend', which would be a complete tragedy.
After more than ten seconds, Yan Zheke sent a proud smile emoji. "At least you have a conscience."
In the arena, the match had already started. Zhou Yuanning undoubtedly chose to fight with guerrilla warfare. He was like an unpredictable and unruly wind blowing around Wang Ye. It was hard to judge left and right. He was flexible and fast. When he seized the opportunity, he quickly approached and attacked firmly without hesitation. When he missed, he immediately fled.
Facing such an enemy, Wang Ye could not take the initiative to attack like he did to Lou Cheng, who was not fast enough and agile enough. He could only rely on the judgment of moves and his own coordination to reduce the enemy's range of movement. Therefore, he put on the posture of Tang Yue and firmly defended and counterattacked.
Unlike Tang Yue, Wang Ye's vision and experience were powerful. Even if he couldn't only defend a few key points, he still calmly resolved Zhou Yuanning's attack again and again. He even almost relied on "Back Thrust" and "Horse Kick" to hit the opponent and win.
Seeing that the match was in a stalemate, Lou Cheng replied to a QQ message to Yan Zheke. "I'm watching the match. I found that the guerrilla warfare of Mercurial Balance is not enough to face Zhou Yuanning's Wuthering Eight Movements. I have to change my fighting style and take advantage of other advantages."
"The previous Full Arm Boxing master was defeated by you before he could do anything. This is the first time you really face an enemy with guerrilla warfare. It's also a rare experience accumulation." Yan Zheke snickered and teased Lou Cheng with the bold words he said before the match between him and Wu Shitong.
At that time, Lou Cheng said, "In life, you will definitely meet an enemy that you don't know, but the opponent knows. This match will enrich my experience."
Before he could reply, Yan Zheke sent another message. "I've checked a few gambling websites, and there are bets between you and Zhou Yuanning. Your odds are 1: 2, and his is 1: 1.5. This means that the professionals think the gap between you two is not big … This …"
Because Lou Cheng had told her about the integrity competition, she had been curiously paying attention to Lou Cheng's odds for the past two days. Not only for a single competition, but also for entering the top 16, top 8, and even winning the championship. For example, the odds for Lou Cheng to win the championship was 1: 565. In other words, it was almost impossible. If he really did create a miracle, even if he only bet 100 yuan, he could still win 56,500 yuan (not counting other things).
Of course, the bets of such small matches were all in remote corners of the websites. Ordinary people could not find them at all unless they were professional gamblers or attentive followers.
"Well, the gap is so small?" Lou Cheng was also surprised. Based on his own feeling, "Road to the Arena" Zhou Yuanning was much better than him.
He watched the match while waiting for Yan Zheke's reply. After a while, Yan Zheke said, "I've read the comments. It seems that many people are worried that Zhou Yuanning will be injured in the match with Wang Ye. After this match, the odds will change."
"I see. My little heart is beating fast." Lou Cheng replied humorously.
Yan Zheke sent a laughing emoji. "You are getting more and more funny. Oh right, I was chatting in my class group just now. In high school, someone said that he met a martial arts genius who started to practice martial arts at the age of 17, and reached the Professional Ninth Pin at the age of 19. It was really enviable. I have a friend who started to practice martial arts at the age of 18. He could beat an Amateur First Pin in four months, and could reach the Professional Ninth Pin in less than a year. "
"None of them believed me. They said that I was lying, that I was making up stories, that I became bad after I entered university, that I was no longer pure and cute, but what I said was the truth! (Erkang hand). "
Lou Cheng was overjoyed. Yan Zheke subconsciously thought that his progress in martial arts was worth showing off. It was really a happy thing. And he also pretended to be bad * ss in the next class. It couldn't be more perfect!
"Haha, if it wasn't me, I wouldn't believe your description either. I would only ask if 'he' had supernatural powers or if there was anything special about him, such as the reincarnation of the Living Buddha." Lou Cheng praised himself without leaving a trace.
Yan Zheke covered her mouth and laughed. "They asked me the same question at first. I said no, I just have a talent for meditation and relatively abnormal physical strength. Then they said I was bragging and making up stories … Luckily I didn't say it was Lou Cheng in the next class."
"I'll show them one day!" Lou Cheng snickered. Suddenly, he thought of something and pretended to ask a question that he had wanted to ask for a long time. "Didn't anyone help you? Uh, did anyone in your class chase after you? "
Yan Zheke was a girl with good character, good temperament and good looks. She should never be short of suitors and secret admirers …
After sending the message, Lou Cheng's heart beat faster. He was afraid that he would see some bad news. He was so worried that he didn't even pay attention to the competition.
Dozens of seconds later, Yan Zheke replied with a dazed expression. "My cousin gave me a nickname."
What kind of answer is this? Lou Cheng asked in confusion, "What nickname?"
"Classmate Killer …" Yan Zheke replied with an emoji of squatting in the corner and drawing circles. "I didn't want to. In high school, there were about ten boys in our class and other classes who confessed to me and wrote love letters to me. There were also many boys in middle school … So it's called Classmate Killer …"
Pfft, so many! Lou Cheng felt the popularity of Yan Zheke for the first time. He replied with a sneering emoji, "There should be more who didn't dare to confess and wrote love letters."
For example, me at that time …
Yan Zheke sent a sighing emoji. "I basically only played with girls, but still … Ah, it's better not to have rotten peach blossoms …"
Hearing this, Lou Cheng was relieved. But he was confused about whether he was classified as rotten peach blossoms. He replied with a touching head emoji, "Don't worry about that nickname. You are still a student. Most of your friends must be classmates. You didn't do it on purpose."
I am also a classmate …
"Yes, yes!" Yan Zheke replied with a nodding emoji.
Just when Lou Cheng wanted to ask further about Yan Zheke's current suitors to figure out her potential love rivals, the battle between Wang Ye and Zhou Yuanning entered a white-hot stage.
Wang Ye's defense was very stable. Even if there was a little negligence, he used Iron Palm to force Zhou Yuanning to retreat at the cost of a small wound.
Seeing that he couldn't defeat Wang Ye after a long time, Road to the Arena tried his last crazy attack. He activated the "Fearsome Hurricane" and attacked Wang Ye continuously. It was as if a tornado had been set off around Wang Ye. Every attack of his was almost as powerful as Jin Tao's Blast Punch, and it was continuous. It showed that the level of Professional Ninth Pin was not just for show.
Wang Ye countered every move, attacking instead of defending. The sound of collision between the two was endless, with a faint metallic texture.
Dozens of seconds later, with a muffled sound, the two figures separated. Zhou Yuanning stepped back a few steps, his hands trembling as if he wanted to get rid of the pain. But Wang Ye didn't show any abnormality. He stepped forward and hit again.
Zhou Yuanning took a deep breath and tried to dodge with footwork. But he couldn't continue and was hit by Wang Ye's palm on his back.
"Wang Ye wins!" The referee announced the result.
This was expected, so Lou Cheng was not surprised. But when he saw Zhou Yuanning's hands gradually returned to normal, as if he was not injured, he was both regretful and happy.
Regretful that Zhou Yuanning was not injured, happy that Zhou Yuanning was not injured!
While thinking, he saw Zhou Yuanning looking at the stand, looking at him.
Four eyes met, as if sparks were flashing.
Tomorrow's battle, let's see who has the ability!
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