At the side entrance of Jiu Qu City's 50,000-seat Stadium, Gu Jianxi, who had just participated in the elimination round of the top 32 and watched the lot-drawing ceremony, walked out with his hands in his pockets. He turned into the alley behind him.
He had a hairstyle commonly seen in war-torn zones, with a head full of small braids. There was a tattoo of a clown with black and green stripes on his neck and cheek. The lower down, the more exposed his skin was, the more tattoos there were. They were densely packed and stacked on top of each other, sending chills down one's spine.
There was an unreliable rumor in the pugilistic world that Gu Jianxi would get a tattoo as a souvenir every time he experienced a major event. For example, the "clown" tattoo represented the first time he killed someone.
At this moment, Gu Jianxi was wearing a black and colorful hip-hop style T-shirt. He didn't look like a renowned Physical Invulnerability Mighty One, but more like a rapper.
Just as he was about to turn the corner, a male reporter who had been waiting for him for a long time leaped over, raised his microphone, and asked,
"Mr. Gu, what are your thoughts on the battle between you and Lou Cheng for the top 16?"
It was forbidden to interview martial artists before the start of the competition to avoid disturbing the mood of the contestants. Therefore, he had to seize this fleeting opportunity!
Before he could finish his sentence, the reporter with two pimples on his forehead saw Gu Jianxi looking at him coldly. That gaze was like that of a wild wolf choosing its prey, and it made him shudder.
I-I was just asking … It's fine if you don't want to answer … The reporter opened his mouth to explain, but he couldn't even stutter. His voice was stuck in his throat.
As expected of the "clown" who had taken more than a hundred lives! He sighed to himself with fear and trepidation.
And this was under the premise that the "clown" rarely left the country after the Ranking Ceremony.
Gu Jianxi retracted his gaze and spat out three words coldly.
"No opinion."
No opinion … The reporter's mind went blank as he stood there stiffly. He only recovered when the "clown" took a few steps forward. He keenly picked up on the emotions hidden in Gu Jianxi's words.
He was angry because of the question, so he had no opinion?
Why was he angry? Was it because the question had insulted him?
In a flash of inspiration, the reporter caught up with him. He panted slightly and said,
"Mr. Gu, do you think there's no need to discuss this match? Do you think there's only one outcome? That you're sure of winning? "
Gu Jianxi turned his head to look at him expressionlessly. He answered in a flat tone, "You're right.
"Yes."
When the simple word "yes" entered the reporter's ears, it was as if he had heard the sound of nature. He felt that he had gotten the big news of the day!
As expected of the Clown, who was known for being straightforward!
He was not hypocritical, he was not tactful, he was not afraid, he was not perfunctory. If there was something he wanted to say, he would always say it directly!
Taking a deep breath, the reporter's thoughts raced. He hurriedly added another question, an even sharper one.
"Do you think that Lou Cheng is an exception in the top 16, a product of luck and not enough to compete with you?"
Just as he finished asking, he suddenly realized that Gu Jianxi's gaze had darkened. His gaze had become like an X-ray, as if he could see every dirty thought in his heart clearly.
Gu Jianxi stared at him for ten seconds. His stare made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. It was as if he had been continuously slashed by someone with a sword. It was as if he had arrived at the terrifying edge of death.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down his forehead. Just when the reporter felt that he could not take it anymore and was about to break down, Gu Jianxi turned his head and entered the alley, leaving behind an indifferent answer.
"For now, yes."
When his silhouette disappeared, the reporter relaxed. He bent over, his hands on his knees, and retched for a while.
For now, yes … For now, yes … He stood up straight again and chewed on those three words. Gradually, an excited smile appeared on his face.
Ten minutes later, a lot of shocking headlines appeared on the Internet:
"Breaking news! The Clown sees Lou Cheng as nothing! "
"I'm definitely going to win! So declared Gu Jianxi. "
"The Clown says Lou Cheng doesn't deserve to be in the top 16 of the Master Battle!"
…
"This is going to be interesting … There's an uproar everywhere …" Xin Xiaoyue, who had just entered the hotel lobby, clicked her tongue as she looked at her phone.
Just then, from the corner of her eye, she saw a gloomy Gu Jianxi appear at the main entrance.
"Have you seen it?" Xin Xiaoyue waved her phone.
Gu Jianxi nodded without any expression, indicating that he already knew about the headlines and the argument between the fans of the two groups.
"Sigh, it's not like you don't know. These reporters, if you give them one point, they'll give you five points," said Xin Xiaoyue casually. "If it were me, I'd give them ten points!"
She didn't expect Gu Jianxi to answer her, but after a few seconds of silence, he actually gave her a concise explanation. There were really only two sentences.
"I'm telling the truth."
"Angry prey is easier to deal with."
After that, Gu Jianxi shut his mouth and walked to the elevator with his usual gloomy expression, leaving the flattered Xin Xiaoyue standing there in a daze.
…
Lou Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, comforting his wife while watching Yan Xiaoling and the others discuss among themselves. It made him look like an outsider.
He knew very well that there was nothing wrong with what Lou Cheng said. With his newly consolidated strength, he could win against Crazy Blade on a whim, but it was almost impossible for him to defeat Lou Cheng.
Among the top 16 martial artists, he was indeed much weaker than the others. Even he himself had complained that he was like a sheep in a pack of wolves.
So there was nothing to be angry about.
Of course, not being angry didn't mean he wasn't depressed. Knowing clearly that didn't mean he could accept it rationally, Lou Cheng couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He just wanted time to pass quickly.
Give me two more years, no, one more year. Even if I don't get a title, I'll be qualified to stand here!
When that time comes, I'll defeat you fair and square!
As his thoughts ran wild, he focused more of his energy on watching The Clown's battle videos and watching the Death Sect unique skill that was infused with a little bit of freezing.
With such seriousness and focus, the top 16 elimination round arrived quickly.
…
At 7: 30 p.m. in early November, it was already chilly. Crowds of spectators rushed to the stadium against the chilly autumn wind, filling up the Jiu Qu City's 50,000-seat stadium, leaving only the passageway between the battleground and the empty seats to prevent stampedes.
After hearing Little Fairy's cheers, Lou Cheng calmed down. He stood up without feeling angry, happy, expectant, or self-deprecating, and walked out of the changing room.
He didn't think about what would happen if he won or lost the match. He was only thinking about how to do his best and grab hold of that sliver of opportunity to win.
Walking through the long passageway and stepping onto the field that no longer had green grass, Lou Cheng, wearing a white martial arts suit with dragon and tiger patterns, saw Gu Jianxi, who was already standing opposite him.
The Clown was dressed in black. Even his eyes were like the night without stars and moon. His aura was cold and dangerous, as though he would kill at the slightest provocation.
The Clown's avatar, which was green with a tinge of black, came into Lou Cheng's view. Bits and pieces of information about him flashed across Lou Cheng's mind.
Born in a war-torn zone and grew up in the midst of killing …
Shockingly talented. Without any powerful martial arts, he could always kill his opponents …
Discovered by the Dinghai Sect Elder and brought into the sect. He avoided the fate of always getting his shoes wet …
Just at the First Pin, he was already at the Inhuman stage. A few years later, he made the great leap and was already at the First Pin …
He didn't like to socialize and didn't do hypocritical things, even if he offended many people …
The unique skills of the Death Sect complemented his talents. He was a killer martial artist and showed no mercy when he attacked …
He was also the type to perform better in bigger situations. However, when facing opponents weaker than him, he wouldn't be careless and would be equally vicious and deadly …
As his thoughts surfaced, Lou Cheng saw the referee announcing the start of the match.
Gu Jianxi didn't say anything. He just stared at Lou Cheng like a poisonous snake staring at a frog.
At first, Lou Cheng didn't think much of it. However, after being stared at for ten seconds, he gradually felt the urge to escape and avoid facing it. Gradually, he felt uneasy.
He quickly formed his Ice Heart to alleviate the invisible pressure and strong premonition of danger.
A dark starry sky appeared, darker than the night sky. Bright stars moved slowly, heavy and scorching.
Lou Cheng tried to use his aura to shake the Clown. However, Gu Jianxi remained unmoved, as though he had lost all senses. He continued to stare at Lou Cheng, causing ripples in his Ice Heart.
Is this a staring game where whoever blinks first loses? Lou Cheng suddenly had a similar thought. He almost burst out laughing. His Ice Heart regained its calmness and clarity.
He didn't take the opportunity to form his Five Flames. This was because today's fighting style would be different from before.
At this moment, the referee's voice reverberated throughout the arena.
"Begin!"
With a bang, Lou Cheng spun on his heel and twisted his waist. Suddenly, a snowstorm enveloped the surroundings.
In the white gale, he moved quickly, constantly changing his position, as though he was fighting on the move. However, Gu Jianxi didn't move. He squinted his eyes and stood at his original spot.
Seeing this, Lou Cheng pressed his thumb, and a crystal cold light shot out with a whoosh. Then, he moved his feet and changed to another place. He punched fiercely, and a purple meteor-like flame burst out.
Bam! Boom!
Ice Spirit Holy Light and Lord Emperor's Purple Flame. The Clown, Gu Jianxi, didn't try to dodge. He only took two steps and dodged in the most economical way possible.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Boom boom boom!
Lou Cheng kept moving in the snowstorm, attacking from afar. The cold light and purple flame danced together. Gu Jianxi, on the other hand, maintained his previous style, moving his body precisely and economically.
This allowed Lou Cheng to predict his next move. Subconsciously, he paused for two seconds to slash at the Clown, forcing him to take the initiative to crash into the Ice Spirit Holy Light.
At this moment, Gu Jianxi suddenly moved. He didn't dodge as Lou Cheng had expected. Instead, he bent his back and pounced on his opponent, pouncing on his opponent who had slowed down.
A black shadow blurred due to its high speed and quickly approached Lou Cheng. Lou Cheng had no time to dodge. He dodged, clenched his fist and smashed it diagonally, half blocking and half moving.
Bam! Beneath him, the mud and stones suddenly exploded. A hand clenched into a fist and rushed out from the cracked ground, aiming for Lou Cheng's vital points.
The blurry black shadow instantly turned illusory, distorted, and disappeared.
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