When climbing up the stairs, Li Mao felt less nervous than last time, because this is not a very important game, and it doesn't matter if he loses. Wouldn't he come if he didn't see Coach Shi
But why am I still a little trembling, and my body is still trembling uncontrollably
Is it because of the gaze of thousands of people around you? Is it because Yan Zheke performed so well earlier that she put pressure on herself and was unwilling to ruin a good situation
Or is there no reason, it's just that I'm a waste by nature, I can't see big scenes, and I have low self-esteem in my bones, so how can I be nervous
Li Mao, who was disgusted with himself, stood opposite Feng Shaokun and saw the referee raised his right hand, about to announce the start.
Me, I haven't adjusted it yet... With a buzz, he felt himself tense up again. Although his thoughts didn't slow down, he still couldn't concentrate.
At this moment, a sentence flashed through his mind:
"Don't think about anything later, just keep in mind, slide left, kick low, and catch punches."
"Sliding step to the left, low kick, receiving punch..." Li Mao muttered to himself silently, as if he was grasping at the last straw.
Feng Shaokun stopped panting, felt the obvious tension from the enemy on the opposite side, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately it was him!
A few days ago, Feng Shaokun thought about Li Mao's performance in the university martial arts meeting, and was deeply impressed by his stage fright, so he had already made up his mind that once he encountered this opponent, he would attack immediately and not give him a chance to recover !
It is a gift from heaven to meet this nervous brother under the circumstances of a lot of consumption!
"The third game, start!" The referee didn't give Li Mao time to adjust.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Shaokun's feet felt like he was stepping on an ice floe, and the muscles on his back "flapped" like wings. With a fast and fierce posture, he approached the opponent in one fell swoop.
"Left swipe, low kick, punch punch..." Li Mao didn't think about anything, followed his instinct to swipe to the left to dodge, then tightened his thighs, bent his knees, and kicked out with a slap , Kicking Feng Shaokun's joints.
Feng Shaokun didn't expect that Brother Nervous would be able to dodge in time, and the ready-to-go tiger hug split fist had to stop abruptly, turned to twisting his waist and swinging his legs, and side kicked to block it.
boom! After feet to feet, Li Mao was like a robot. He adjusted his muscles instinctively, borrowed a little strength, pulled his right arm back, and made a fist to shoot.
Slide left, low kick, catch punch!
With a shake of Feng Shaokun's right arm, the Tiger Fist roared out, head-to-head confrontation without any sign of weakness.
boom! Amidst the muffled sound, Feng Shaokun only felt the soreness in his right arm, and his strength was not enough, and his fist was forcibly opened by his opponent.
Oops! The aftermath of the fierce battle just now! He made a decisive decision, using his left foot as a fulcrum, swung his right hand back to the side and back, and pulled his body to turn straight.
Li Mao succeeded with one punch, as if he had entered the rhythm of training, his body instinctively swayed back and forth, borrowed his strength again, and slapped out his left fist, directly hitting Feng Shaokun's wide-open chest.
I actually got the upper hand
I didn't fail
Just a simple "slide to the left, low kick, and punch"
At this time, Li Mao finally woke up from his dream and returned to the rhythm of the game. Although there was still a little nervousness left, and his thoughts were still not flexible enough, at least he could think and judge the situation on the field.
But the current situation does not require him to make any complicated analysis, nor does he need to be firm and decisive to make a quick decision. He only needs to skillfully deploy Blizzard's twenty-four blows like usual training!
boom! Feng Shaokun twisted his back in time, rotated his shoulders, clenched his left fist, and punched down close to his body. Hengjiang intercepted and resisted Li Mao's mountain cannon.
Li Mao's thoughts gradually cleared up, and his attention became more focused. He felt that the rhythm of the game was really good, making him feel like he was back in the practice field.
And the "familiar" environment can effectively reduce tension!
He swung his left fist back, allowing the power to pour into the spine, and spread it from the soles of the feet. Then, using the back as the axis, he slapped a whip leg, and drew it towards Feng Shaokun's lower body.
Seeing this scene, Lou Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, secretly happy for Li Mao, and no longer stayed on the sidelines, and easily returned to the coach's seat.
Feng Shaokun, on the other hand, was quite depressed, knowing that he had fallen into the suppression of Blizzard's twenty-four blows again, he no longer hesitated, and returned a whip kick, followed by a sharp breath, his face flushed, raised the temples.
boom! There seemed to be gunpowder exploding in Feng Shaokun's body, and he urged his right fist to counterattack, attacking and attacking.
Li Mao, who was gradually getting used to the atmosphere of the game, was able to analyze simply and make quick judgments. He thought that the opponent was exhausted, so he didn't shy away from the edge, wrapped up his borrowed strength, and beat the drum fiercely.
boom!
The two of them shook their centers of gravity and took a step back. Feng Shaokun seized the opportunity, spread out his crane steps, flew to Li Mao's side, clenched his fists into tiger claws, and slashed down.
If it were Li Mao a few moves ago, he would probably have to subconsciously resist this blow, but at this moment, the moment he raised his right arm, he also lowered his center of gravity.
Snapped! As soon as the tiger punch hit his right arm, Feng Shaokun suddenly changed into a "crane's beak", and pecked towards Li Mao's temple with a flick.
But Li Mao followed the trend of his right arm sinking, bent his knees, and his heart sank, making his body suddenly shorter, avoiding Feng Shaokun's peck.
At the same time, he exerted force with his left foot, turning his whole body into a cannonball, and slammed into Feng Shaokun's chest and abdomen.
Feng Shaokun didn't fight hard either, he stomped on the crane step, dodged smartly, and fought again in a different position.
Within a minute, he continued to attack, but Li Mao, who had already calmed down, seemed to have returned to the cold winter months, back to the days when he faced the darkness, faced the cold wind, listened to the sound of firecrackers, and practiced hard, no longer flustered, Every move is full of airs, and it is tight.
It was this month that he truly mastered Blizzard's twenty-four blows!
While hitting, Li Mao suddenly found that Feng Shaokun's strength had weakened a lot, and there was a sluggishness between the steps that he didn't have before.
He's at his limit! As soon as the judgment was made, Li Mao didn't think too much, so as not to hesitate, he immediately took a sliding step and counterattacked towards his opponent.
Feng Shaokun's heart tightened, he abandoned all distracting thoughts, his spine flicked, his back squirmed, his hands lifted up, turned into crane wings, and fiercely slapped Li Mao's temples on both sides.
When his palms were about to touch the opponent's raised arms, he suddenly lifted his hips, changed his center of gravity, assumed a golden rooster's independent posture, and kicked his right foot soundlessly, like a tiger's kick.
Tigers and cranes attack together!
With two slaps, just as Li Mao resisted the slap of the "crane", he saw the enemy's right foot fatally attacking him.
While rolling, he felt quite sad in his heart. He finally performed normally, but he seemed to have fallen into the enemy's trap and was about to fail.
At this moment, Li Mao suddenly realized that Feng Shaokun hadn't caught up in time, leaving a gap for himself.
is he really tired
Was it the last counterattack just now
While thinking about it, Li Mao flicked his back, Carp straightened up, stood up again, faced Feng Shaokun who had just approached, pushed his feet inward, drove the spine, and blasted out a cannon punch ferociously.
Snapped!
Feng Shaokun raised his right arm and blocked it in time, but his body shook involuntarily, obviously reaching the limit.
When Li Mao became powerful, he punched out again.
boom! Feng Shaokun's hands were weak, and the shelves were opened abruptly.
Li Mao's eyes were almost red, and he slid closer, turned his body sideways, and slammed fiercely.
Feng Shaokun leaned back and tried to avoid it, but his body was empty for a while, and he couldn't maintain his center of gravity, so he fell down.
Li Mao rushed up, tensed his thighs, flicked his knees, kicked out his toes, and landed next to Feng Shaokun's throat.
"In the third game, Li Mao won!" The referee raised his right hand and announced the result.
I won
I won
Li Mao couldn't believe his ears, he seemed to have returned to the University Martial Arts Association in an instant, that time, he failed the expectations of everyone, and under such a good situation, he was easily defeated because of his nervousness.
Now, have I finally won
At this moment, images flashed before Li Mao's eyes, including Chen Changhua's disappointed fist beating the cabinet and bleeding, Lin Que's pain covered up with a hot towel, Coach Shi's words of comfort and encouragement, and his own annoyance over and over again. There are gritted teeth and persistent hard training every day, there is the biting cold wind in winter, there is the silence at the darkest moment in the morning, and there are scenes where Lou Cheng and others take care of their emotions carefully and rack their brains to help themselves relieve tension...
Amidst the cheers of the audience, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the seat of the Songda Martial Arts Club.
There, Lou Cheng held Yan Zheke's hand, Yan Zheke held Guo Qing, Guo Qing held Li Xiaowen, Li Xiaowen held Lin Hua, Lin Hua held Sun Jian, Sun Jian held Lin Que, Li Mao watched When they came over, they waved their hands at the same time and shouted loudly:
"Li Mao, come on!"
Li Mao's eye sockets turned red immediately, and tears flowed uncontrollably. He clearly knew that he was locked by the big screen, and everyone could see the details, but his vision couldn't get rid of the blur.
The dignified eight-foot man was crying like a child at this moment. (.)