Lou Cheng had already walked the path from the locker room to the ring twice. It seemed that he could imagine his surroundings even with his eyes closed. More and more spectators, crowds of people, trumpets to create atmosphere and play for children, lights to illuminate the dim winter day, cameras set up everywhere, and the bluestone field that symbolized all the glory and glory of a martial artist in the middle of all this clutter.
No one is the best in literature, no one is the second best in martial arts. Not convinced? Then let's fight!
Lou Cheng stepped on the stone steps and the scenes after waking up in the morning suddenly appeared in his mind.
His hotel room was only booked until today. His train home was at eight o 'clock in the evening.
The front desk called to remind him to check out at noon and politely said that there was no room available and that he couldn't renew the lease.
He put away his laptop, mouse, charger, etc. one by one, put on the Longhu Club martial arts suit that was finally dry, and put the clothes he took off into a bag and stuffed it into a big backpack. After doing all this, he carefully patrolled the room again in case he missed anything.
The things that belonged to him in the room were all returned to his backpack. After living here for a few days, the familiar place once again became unfamiliar to him. However, he would not forget this place. He would definitely leave a corner for it in his memories, because it had witnessed his transformation day by day. It had witnessed his first rebirth on the path of martial arts cultivation. It had witnessed the first time in his life that he had ventured into a foreign land alone.
Carrying the big backpack, he took one last look at the room and closed the door. He took the room card and went to the front desk to check out. From now on, he only had this last Challenge Tournament to tie him to Yanling.
From this moment on, other than the bank card and mobile phone, all he had left was the money for dinner and a bus ticket to go home!
Now, his backpack was in the locker room cabinet. After this battle, should he take the train and leave Yanling as planned? Or should he break through the obstacles, get the prize money, change the train ticket, and move to a better hotel?
Lou Cheng's thoughts fluctuated. He only felt that he was now a different person from when he planned to come to Yanling for the competition.
From the level of martial arts to the maturity of his mind, he was a real martial artist!
He stopped at the left side of the ring and watched Zhou Yuanning come out from the other locker room. He watched him step on the brilliant lights, bathed in the light, and walked step by step up the stone steps to his opponent's position.
Would he be his last opponent in this year's Arena Tournament, or would he become a stepping stone that would help him take a step forward and face even more powerful enemies?
All his thoughts slowly settled down. Yan Zheke's voice echoed in his ears. He felt nervous and excited at the same time. More importantly, he felt the boiling blood of facing the challenge of a strong enemy.
He took the initiative to speak.
"I'm glad you weren't injured by Wang Ye."
His voice was low and magnetic. When Zhou Yuanning heard it, he was obviously stunned. He seemed to feel Lou Cheng's strong fighting spirit and fearless confidence.
"I'm also very happy to be able to fight you at your peak." Zhou Yuanning responded with a smile and looked straight into Lou Cheng's eyes. "Defeating you like this may be my biggest gain in this competition, more than the prize money I can get."
Lou Cheng didn't have the habit of provoking and verbal confrontation. After expressing his true thoughts, he returned to silence. His mind went over his original plan for the last time.
After six days and seven battles, Road to the Arena Zhou Yuanning's physical strength problem was quite obvious. For a martial artist with guerrilla fighting style, it was equivalent to losing half of his leg. When his abnormal physical strength was well-known in Yanling, he would never take the initiative to adopt a similar strategy and wait for the opportunity to lose. At most, he would open up the distance when Lou Cheng was rising and disrupt the rhythm.
In other words, Zhou Yuanning would rely on speed, agility and footwork to madly attack with Furious Wind, Tornado Wind and so on to create great pressure on Lou Cheng, forcing him to make mistakes and show flaws.
Lou Cheng only had a few battles of actual combat experience, and he had been avoiding the "pressure test". He had almost never carried out a simple defense that he couldn't get rid of. He either wandered around and looked for opportunities, or took the initiative to attack and suppress the opponent. Even if his experience was not zero, it was not much worse.
In this case, the result could be imagined.
"Zhou Yuanning's strategy is basically certain, but how did he judge my choice?" Lou Cheng made a reverse thought.
From the live broadcast post on the Longhu Club forum, they all thought that he would use the mercurial balance to wander around and fight, so they let Zhou Yuanning use the flexibility of Wuthering Eight Movements to reduce his range of movement, forcing him to meet force with force and be under the pressure of crazy attacks.
Similarly, Zhou Yuanning judged that he had another choice based on his battle with Jin Tao, the Invincible Punch, which was to rely on his abnormal physical strength to attack instead of defense. He would use Brutal Blizzard to suppress the opponent and not give him a chance to fight back. He would try his best to delay time and wait for the bell of victory.
For these two strategies, he should be prepared and able to judge on the spot.
Maybe I can use this idea to guide him … Lou Cheng collected his thoughts and began to conceal his spirit and qi in order to enter meditation.
All kinds of distracting thoughts were eliminated. He seemed to be in the quietest world. The shouts and trumpets around him were so far away but so clear, complementing the nearby sound of wind and breathing.
"Begin!"
The referee announced the start of the last afternoon match of the group stage.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yuanning moved his waist and back, as if there was a wind in his body, pushing him toward Lou Cheng in a swift and violent manner. The distance between them was really close in the blink of an eye.
Such speed and such agility were only a little worse than Ye Youting's "Leopard Form". And this was Zhou Yuanning's performance after a few years of neglect. If he was in his heyday, he would be terrifying.
Lou Cheng was on full alert, swaying his center of gravity. When Zhou Yuanning roared out, he bounced his spine, like a dragon soaring to the sky, and suddenly flashed to the left, the standard "mercurial center of gravity" fighting style.
Such a response was within Zhou Yuanning's expectation. He tiptoed and his body turned a small arc, elegantly and quickly catching up with Lou Cheng.
Wuthering Eight Movements! Unruly Wind!
Lou Cheng had just made the beginning of the fighting style when his center of gravity suddenly sank, visualizing numerous snowy peaks in his mind.
Boom!
Lightning struck, the silver light was shining, setting off a prairie fire, shaking hundreds of millions of kilograms of snow.
Boom!
Big Snow Mountain Avalanche!
Lou Cheng's left shoulder sank and his feet stepped forward. Instead of dodging, he rushed toward "Road to the Arena" Zhou Yuanning. Like an overwhelming white torrent, Lou Cheng's momentum was so fierce that many spectators exclaimed.
He made the "mercurial balance" dodge to let his opponent think that he would use the fighting style of fighting. Once he approached, he would immediately counterattack with the fiercest blizzard and the most terrible avalanche.
Facing this, Zhou Yuanning, like an invisible wind, suddenly stopped. Like a high-speed horse, he suddenly stood up, as if he had lost the shackles of the basic law of inertia.
He stopped and then bounced again. He rose again and roared forward. The accumulated and compressed inertia just now turned into a terrible explosion, stirring up the airflow and making strange sounds.
Whoosh!
The two collided and strange sounds splashed. Lou Cheng was like being rolled in a hurricane. His strength was offset and his center of gravity was shaken, so he had to take two steps back. Zhou Yuanning took a little step back and then bounced out again, circling to Lou Cheng's side.
Wuthering Eight Movements, Terrible Hurricane!
Bam! Zhou Yuanning shook his right arm and made an abrupt force, slashing toward Lou Cheng's neck with his palm.
Lou Cheng had just stabilized his body and didn't have time to adjust his center of gravity. He raised his left arm and blocked the blow.
He just wanted to borrow some strength from his opponent to "hear" some movement, but he felt that the force was like a gunpowder explosion, short, crisp, and explosive. He couldn't borrow or "hear" it.
Bam! Zhou Yuanning moved quickly and circled to Lou Cheng's back, punching with abrupt force with his left fist.
Lou Cheng twisted his waist and back, pushing his body to one side to avoid the blow. He straightened his legs and feet, like a fierce soft whip, sweeping backward.
Zhou Yuanning's body bounced again. Following the sweeping momentum, he avoided the kick at an extremely fast speed. He was still behind Lou Cheng.
Bam! Bam! He punched, kicked, elbowed, and chopped with palms. He used every part of his body alternately, like a tornado, and began to attack Lou Cheng continuously.
During this process, Lou Cheng really felt tired. He had just blocked a palm, but his opponent had changed his position and punched again. If he hadn't swayed his opponent several times with his mercurial balance, he was afraid that he wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
If it went on like this, he would use "Invisible Wind" and abrupt force alternately to attack to confuse his judgment, which would be troublesome. At that time, he would inevitably lose sight of one thing and lose sight of the other.
He clearly anticipated Zhou Yuanning's fighting style and made countermeasures, but he still fell into such a situation. It could only be said that the gap between their strength was really big.
At this moment, in Lou Cheng's frozen heart lake, a ripple suddenly appeared, and the muscles on his back felt a burst of strength.
Not good!
Zhou Yuanning had really mixed a Silent Palm into his One-Inch Punch!
Lou Cheng didn't have time to think carefully. According to his fighting instinct, he suddenly fell forward, so that his upper body and Zhou Yuanning's palm were separated. His left leg took advantage of the situation, and with a strong wind, he half turned his body and kicked at his opponent, forcing Zhou Yuanning to withdraw his palm and dodge.
Adjusting his muscles and changing his center of gravity, Lou Cheng maintained his balance. When his left leg fell, he straightened his back and steadied himself again. His right fist was ready to attack, guarding against Zhou Yuanning's following attack. He felt a burning pain on his back. Obviously, he had been hit by a palm, but he dodged forward in time, so he didn't get hit. He wasn't injured, just bruised or swollen.
Fortunately, my reaction was fast enough!
Lou Cheng felt lucky, but Zhou Yuanning didn't take advantage of the situation. Instead, he retreated a few steps back, creating a distance, and made a long and heavy breathing sound.
"Why didn't he continue to put pressure on me? In the situation just now, I'm afraid I can't hold on for a few more times … "
"Right, Yan Zheke mentioned that unlike Brutal Blizzard, which relies on listening and breathing to complete continuous attacks, Whirlwind of Wuthering Eight Movements uses one breath to make continuous attacks to ensure speed and consistency. When you need to take a breath, you can use your body movement to create distance and quickly finish breathing. It's a characteristic of Wuthering Eight Movements. Just now, it's not that Zhou Yuanning didn't want to continue to attack, but that he had reached the limit of this wave …"
While thinking, Lou Cheng wanted to take the initiative to attack, but when he just closed the distance, Zhou Yuanning had finished adjusting and turned into a gust of wind again. This made him think,
With Zhou Yuanning's physical strength, he could at most support five rounds of attacks like just now …
But it was so difficult for him to block one round. Could he hold on for a few more rounds?
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