After exchanging a nod with Lou Cheng, Guo Jie walked towards the edge of the "magma lake" under the protection of the underground fire. The nervousness in her heart was long gone. It was even worse than when she participated in the title match. It was closer to being arranged to fight in an unimportant match.
However, this didn't affect her yearning for matches. Challenging different opponents, witnessing different secret arts, and experiencing different styles had always been one of her hobbies.
The nickname "Martial Arts Fanatic" wasn't made up by others! How could there be no wind without a cause?
In the changing room of the Guanwai League, Zhu Xiaoyun, who had a healthy wheat complexion and a slender figure of average height, sighed and stood up slowly.
"Sister Xiaoyun, don't feel pressured," consoled Zheng Shiduo, who was about two meters tall.
It wasn't the first time Boss Lu had unexpectedly lost a match …
We didn't expect you to win one versus two, especially with Empress Luo, who was famous for her movement techniques …
Zhu Xiaoyun put her finger to her lips and made a smile.
"I'm not feeling pressured. I'm just lamenting that the Martial Arts Fanatic is indeed a Martial Arts Fanatic. Other than practicing martial arts, competing, eating, and sleeping, it's all about practicing martial arts, competing, eating, and sleeping. I can't believe I didn't manage to collect any dark history of hers. It's going to be tough later."
She collected dark histories of others for two reasons. Firstly, it was to satisfy her hobby of gossip. Secondly, it was to use it as material for her illusionary secret arts. Through targeted arrangements, she could improve the effect and pass off the truth as the truth.
However, Guo Jie was so boring that she felt helpless.
Without waiting for Zheng Shiduo to say anything else, Zhu Xiaoyun cracked her neck and walked towards the changing room door.
As she held the door handle, she turned around and looked at Li Pingao, whose eyelids shone with a metallic luster. She didn't know what he was thinking with his head lowered.
I'm going to battle. You have to come out as soon as possible …
You're the most promising one among us to become a First Pin and enter the title match …
…
When Guo Jie and Zhu Xiaoyun approached the "magma lake", Lou Cheng took the phone and specially made nutrient solution from Auman, who came from the glass room next door. As he gulped down the liquid, he pushed the door open and entered.
Ning Zitong lowered her hands and stood beside the window. Glancing at him, she said in exasperation,
"You want us to change our home ground this year? The Dragon King is like that, and so are you. You don't learn from the good and learn from the bad! "
Lou Cheng turned back to look at the "magma lake" that was dozens of meters in radius. He laughed dryly and said,
"Too forgetful, too forgetful …"
Otherwise, he would not have been able to defeat the God-Slaying Saber!
Of course, Sister Ning was not wrong. If similar explosions were to happen a few more times, this place would become a real magma lake decorated with stone pillars. At that time, it would be more beneficial for the warriors with outstanding body movements or the warriors who could travel in thin air, instead of the masters of the Fire Sect. Moreover, the danger level would increase exponentially.
At this point, they had to find another main battlefield. There weren't many similar natural environments around Flower City!
Well, five years ago, the previous home ground was ruined by the Dragon King …
After hearing his reply, Ning Zitong spat.
"Both of you are so good at tearing down houses! If you get the title of King in the future, I suggest you call yourself Demolition King! "
Lou Cheng was experienced and did not attempt to reason with Empress Luo or argue about his nickname. He only laughed and retreated back to his seat.
He put the empty bottle of nutrient solution aside, turned on his phone, and looked at the compliments sent by his little fairy. He smiled happily and complacently as he said, [Covering his face and sighing expression],
"I was criticized by Empress Luo as soon as I returned to the changing room. She said I'm an expert at tearing down houses."
Because his left fist was severely injured, he put his phone on his lap and typed with one hand.
Yan Zheke was still immersed in the excitement of her husband defeating the God-Slaying Saber at his peak. When she saw this, she was clearly stunned.
Then, she pursed her lips, her dimples showing. [Laughing out loud emoji] She replied,
"No problem!"
Eh, this joke is so funny? Lou Cheng was slightly puzzled, but he quickly threw the thought to the back of his mind. He began to talk about the battle with Ke Ke. During the time, he controlled the details, healed his wounds, and bandaged them.
At this moment, Guo Jie and Zhu Xiaoyun were standing at the edge of the magma lake. However, they did not look at each other through the water.
The referee did not allow the staff to clean up the battlefield, and there was no way to do so. Without further ado, he raised his right hand and said,
"Begin!"
Guo Jie was about to pounce forward and launch a ferocious attack (She practiced the Fire Sect, not the Dark Sect that Empress Luo was good at) when her vision blurred. To her surprise, she saw the graceful figure of the woman opposite her. Her footwork was ethereal and mysterious.
Master? The thought flashed through her mind, and she was slightly stunned.
This was her master, Empress Luo, Ning Zitong.
After a moment of shock, Guo Jie, who had never fought with Zhu Xiaoyun before, quickly understood that this was an illusion created by her opponent. She was pretending to be her master to affect her performance.
As her thoughts settled, the earth fire around Guo Jie suddenly surged. A strong wind blew, helping her to move faster and faster.
A fist covered in flames punched out, hitting the claw of Ning Zitong that Zhu Xiaoyun had transformed into.
Bam! The air current exploded. The figure rippled and soon shattered, like the bright moon in the middle of a lake that was thrown into a boulder.
Fake?
It's fake!
A double trap!
Guo Jie felt a chill from the side. She quickly bent her elbow and collided with a wheat-colored fist that came silently.
Physical Invulnerability level Absolute Reaction!
For the rest of the match, Guo Jie had a feeling that her eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and mind were all deceiving her. However, she remained steadfast. Focusing on defense and mixing in area of effect attacks, she managed to hold on for more than ten minutes. She even put Zhu Xiaoyun in a difficult position a few times.
Unfortunately, Zhu Xiaoyun was indeed a genius in illusion techniques. After a long battle, she seized an opportunity to use Truth as Illusion to deceive her opponent's senses. When it came to close-range attacks, Guo Jie finally reacted, but she couldn't keep up with her movements. Regretfully, she lost.
In the changing room, Ning Zitong heaved a sigh and mumbled,
"I really don't like competing with her. It always reminds me of my helplessness, awkwardness, and unwillingness to recall."
"If it were in ancient times, her style of exposing others' scars would have been ganged up on and beaten to death." Lu Yan's face darkened as he added, "Her only strength is that only she knows."
Uh, so, what dark history do you have, Sister Ning? Lou Cheng was curious, but he didn't dare to ask. He watched as Empress Luo sashayed out the door.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. He tilted his head and asked with interest,
"Coach, did you let Guo Jie fight because you didn't want to face Zhu Xiaoyun?"
What dark history does she know about you?
Lu Yan's expression froze. He replied in a deep voice,
"Why would I be afraid of her?"
After that, he stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the arena.
I'm not afraid of her, but I'm afraid of myself … Lou Cheng laughed to himself. Looking at the big screen, he diverted some of his attention to heal his internal injuries.
The last match was a foregone conclusion. Zhu Xiaoyun, who had expended a lot of energy, didn't last long before she was taken down by Empress Luo. The Longhu Club welcomed a new season of top-class professional matches.
Of course, when Ning Zitong returned to the changing room, her face was a little sour.
…
After a night of rest, Lou Cheng, who was in a good mood, returned to the club early in the morning, ignoring his injuries. He started his recovery training.
At around 8 a.m., he entered the Physical Invulnerability Cafeteria. While going from frugal to extravagant, he instructed Auman to get breakfast. At the same time, he browsed the web portal and Weibo to read the media reports and comments.
As he scanned, he saw the headlines of the day.
"The new generation surpasses the old. The new Longhu Club King is confirmed!"
"The student surpasses the master. The leader of the Longhu Club for the next ten years has appeared!"
…
The new generation surpasses the old … The leader of the next ten years … The corner of Lou Cheng's mouth twitched as thoughts flashed through his mind.
These guys are up to no good!
It's as though I'm trying to usurp the throne …
Why the f * ck did I think of this sentence: Are you getting carried away, or am I, the Dragon King, too weak to lift my blade …
He subconsciously looked around and suddenly rejoiced.
Luckily, luckily, the Dragon King is still recuperating in the hospital!
…
In the Longhu Affiliated Hospital, the Dragon King, Chen Qitao, was slowly practicing martial arts on the balcony in his hospital gown.
In the room with a floor-to-ceiling window, his phone, newspaper, and other items were placed on the table. They were either showing or flipping to the news of the match between the Longhu Club and the Guanwai League.
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