It was nearly twelve o'clock, and the competition in the central ring entered the last round of the morning. The two contestants stepped on the stone steps to the left and right of the referee respectively.
There was a burst of clamor from the surrounding audience, voices came and went, and flashing lights came one after another.
It seems like everyone has been waiting for a long time, right? Lou Cheng didn't take the match list of other games, so he could only look around with blank and innocent eyes.
He couldn't hold back his curiosity, seized the opportunity, and asked the passer-by next to him: "Everyone is very enthusiastic, who is competing with whom?"
The passer-by brother has an alien-like face, and raised his eyebrows:
"You do not know?"
Why do I need to know... Lou Cheng was dissatisfied, and said with a smile: "I forgot to get the match list, so I just looked at it casually anyway."
The passer-by curled his lips, but still answered Lou Cheng's question: "This is the closest match between the highest rank and the highest strength today, professional rank nine versus amateur rank two, did you see that girl in the pink and white martial arts uniform is called Ye Youting , professional rank nine, the young master of Yanling City's "One Leaf Martial Arts Hall", who is well-known for his tiger and leopard kung fu, her opponent is Guan Yan, a second rank amateur, good at throwing Kung fu."
Ninth-rank professional versus second-rank amateur? It can barely be considered a battle... Lou Cheng has seen the level of a real professional Ninth Rank, and has no confidence in Guan Yan, but as far as the first round of knockout is concerned, the gap between the two ranks is already very small, and the audience can't pick it.
Ye Youting is tall and slender, with thick eyebrows and a straight nose, she looks quite pretty against the pink and white martial arts uniform, she said to Guan Yan:
"If you can take three strikes from me, I will lose."
Guan Yan has a strong physique, strong and burly, and when he heard the words, he showed a bit of anger: "Although the gap between us is not small, I am not easy to deal with, and I cannot tolerate your humiliation!"
Also in Yanling City, I have met Ye Youting in various martial arts activities, but I have never had any conversations or competitions. This is the first time I have met in the arena. I did not expect the other party to be such an arrogant and arrogant person. Women, it's better to be famous than to meet!
Ye Youting looked relaxed, smiled and said: "Then try."
After finishing speaking, she stopped talking, waiting for the three minutes to pass, and waiting for the referee's announcement.
"start!"
As soon as the referee's voice fell, Ye Youting jumped out, bringing a gust of wind, like a cheetah suddenly changing from stillness to galloping, its momentum alone was enough to scare many warriors.
In an instant, she had already closed the distance, her feet trembled, and the strength of her whole body was twisted together. She clenched her fist in her right hand, as if holding a giant ax or a heavy hammer, oppressing the air, screaming with her heart and gallbladder, and her body and spirit were all ready. Fall hard.
Guan Yan subconsciously wanted to dodge, but what Ye Youting said just now flashed in his mind: As long as she blocks three blows, she will immediately surrender.
I don't believe you can't stop three hits! Gritting his teeth, Guan Yan put on airs, his arms swelled, and aimed at Ye Youting's punch. At the same time, he reserved his strength to prevent changes - if Ye Youting wants to win with three blows, he must be amazing to win!
Snapped!
Lou Cheng saw Guan Yan's complexion suddenly changed, and the line of defense formed by Ye Youting's arms was forced open by Ye Youting's strength. There was a void in his chest, and he was hit directly by the fist that still had momentum. The center of gravity, and immediately after, Ye Youting exerted strength on her feet, opened her fists, and pushed Guan Yan down the steps with her palm.
With just one blow and one push, Guan Yan, a second-rank amateur, suffered a tragic failure!
Lou Cheng opened his mouth slightly, and the referee's voice sounded in his ear:
"Ye Youting, win!"
The surrounding audience hadn't reacted yet, and they didn't regain their senses until Ye Youting left the ring, and there was a burst of noise.
"When did the gap between amateur second-rank and professional ninth-rank become so big?"
"Guan Yan is also a well-known figure in the amateur martial arts circle, but he can't block a single blow?"
"Ye Youting doesn't already have an eighth-rank career, does she?"
Amidst the discussion, Lou Cheng's palpitations still persisted, and most of the pride and pride in his previous victory over Liu Yinglong dissipated.
Ye Youting defeated Guan Yan with strength alone!
Strength alone!
When Lin Que, a professional Ninth Rank who was close to the alchemy state, fought against Chen Changhua and other amateur First and Second Ranks, the difference in strength was not to this extent, and there was not even a big advantage!
Could it be that Ye Youting is "naturally born with supernatural power"
No, if strength alone has this level, plus the tiger and leopard forms that she is good at according to the rumors, she can get the eighth or even seventh rank of the profession without the "alchemy state", which is not the current rank. Unless she advances by leaps and bounds in a short period of time, it's too late to participate in the qualifying competition.
This is a possibility, and there is another possibility that the blow just now has something else to do, maybe it is the technique of "natural strength" plus a short burst, which instantly increases the strength a lot, reaching the level of crushing, and cannot last.
Yes, maybe it is! Otherwise, why did Ye Youting provoke Guan Yan with the "limit of three moves"
She wanted to win neatly, so she used three or four bursts at most, just like my "electric fire stake".
After thinking it over, Lou Cheng was not only not relieved, but even more admired. The gap between himself and the ninth-rank professional was still very obvious. With Ye Youting's cheetah-like speed, he might not be able to dodge the blow just now. You can only fight hard, and if you fight hard, Guan Yan's fate will be there.
If you use the momentum of the "big avalanche" in "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" and the "electric fire pile" to explode, how far is your own strength from Ye Youting's blow just now? Is there any hope for a hard stop
While thinking about it, Lou Cheng left the arena and came to the vacant service desk.
"Give me the luggage, please." Lou Cheng handed both the number plate and the luggage tag to the girl at the service desk.
Due to the "Phoenix Cup Xiaowusheng Competition", the surrounding hotels are full, and the small hotel I reserved must be checked in before 2 pm, otherwise the reservation will be cancelled.
The girl at the service desk took the two round cards for a look, then immediately looked up at Lou Cheng, then found the key, opened the storage room behind her, found Lou Cheng's backpack, and returned it to him together with the number plate.
"Thank you." Lou Cheng said politely, put on his backpack and his number plate, and walked outside the venue.
The girl at the service desk watched him go away, then turned her head suddenly, and said to the companion at the next service desk: "Hey, hey, that is the rank-less college student you mentioned just now, the one who defeated Liu Yinglong in the White Ape Martial Arts Academy?"
"He? Doesn't look very powerful." The other girl stood on tiptoe and looked at Lou Cheng's back, "We'll see the results of his second round tomorrow."
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Fulin Hotel, as soon as Lou Cheng entered the lobby, he saw a lot of people in martial arts uniforms queuing up to check in.
"Business is really good..." He said with emotion, and when he reached the end of the line, he habitually took out his mobile phone, logged on to QQ, and checked whether Yan Zheke had landed or returned to himself.
Didi Didi, QQ messages kept ringing, and Lou Cheng saw Yan Zheke's cute cat head beating at a glance.
"Just landed, not bad, I didn't lose the face of our Songda Martial Arts Club!" Yan Zheke sent a smile with her mouth covered a few minutes ago, "(passing the microphone) For the victory of the first official competition, what do you have? What do you think?"
Lou Cheng smiled unconsciously, pressed his thumb, and sent a proud expression wearing sunglasses: "How do you feel? Uh, thanks to CCTV, thanks to MTV, thanks to KTV... No, thanks to Yan Zheke, thanks to Coach Shi, thanks to Martial Arts Club , thank classmate Lin Que."
After a few tens of seconds, Yan Zheke first responded with the emoji of "supporting the wall and laughing", and then sent a "frowning and glaring" emoji: "I really feel it!"
Lou Cheng Zheng'er replied: "I was nervous at the time because the opponent was much higher in rank than me, but when we really fought, I completely forgot about being nervous, and just wanted to show the planned plan and the usual tempering."
"First of all, you don't have a grade. The sentence 'much higher than mine' is a grammatical error. Secondly, how many grades is he amateur?" Yan Zheke asked this time with the curious expression of a net red cat.
Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, Lou Cheng's smile grew wider: "Amateur fourth grade."
Yan Zheke posted the cat emoji of "I'm so frightened that the little fish is so scared": "Really?"
"Really! If I lie to anyone, I won't lie to you!" Lou Cheng quietly expressed his importance to the girl again.
Yan Zheke sent a "touching head" emoji: "Well, student Cheng Zi has always been relatively honest, how did you win? How did your strength improve so quickly? I feel like I don't have enough brains."
"Know yourself and know your enemy. After I saw my opponent, I asked for detailed information and found that he was good at punching, so I watched the video of punching. I found that their footwork is flexible, and they like to jump around to mobilize the opponent. "
In front of the girl he admired, Lou Cheng didn't hide anything, "According to these materials, I made a plan. First, I sold my back to the opponent, making him think that the footwork was successful, driving me to a desperate situation, and let my guard down even more. Using the yin and yang stakes, let his moves become old at once, went around behind him, and completed the winning blow with the blizzard's twenty-four blows and the explosion of the electric fire stake, and then responded calmly and took advantage of the victory... Well, the key to victory It's that he doesn't know me, and despises me quite a bit."
Yan Zheke replied after a few minutes: "I got off the plane~ After reading your description, I really have the feeling that I am also participating in the competition and fighting against such an opponent. It is very enjoyable and exciting. , In fact, my grandfather also said that martial arts rank is the embodiment of a long-term stable level, but in a single match, there are too many factors that affect the outcome."
I am the continuation of your martial arts dream... Lou Cheng confessed silently in his heart: "You will have such an opportunity in the future."
Yan Zheke sent a "poor" emoji: "You improve so fast, I didn't expect you to be such a Chengzi! I can't slack off either!"
The number of people queuing in front of Lou Cheng gradually decreased, and only the last four were left. They were all wearing dark green martial arts uniforms with mountain patterns on the cuffs and necklines. An old man, a young man, and two girls in their twenties.
They booked two rooms, got their key cards, and left the front desk.
When walking towards the elevator, the young man with a straight face looked back at Lou Cheng, and whispered, "You also participated in the group arena?"
The old man looked at Lou Cheng and saw that he was holding a mobile phone with a student look on his face, chatting cheerfully and smiling silly, so he shook his head and said, "It's just a fan, he came to watch the competition."
The young man didn't say much, and stretched out his hand to press the elevator button. His right hand had thick bones and was slightly iron-colored.
Lou Cheng checked in and got a twin room, which was his own. This was a luxury for a good rest and a good game. Jin Dan could recover his physical strength but not his spirit, and it was not much of a luxury. Here The room is small and the facilities are outdated. It can't even compare with the Express Hotel, which is only in the early 100s.
Yan Zheke was airsick due to getting up early, so she chatted for a while when she got home, and went to catch up on sleep. Lou Cheng didn't get enough sleep last night, and today's own competition is over, so she put down a big stone in her heart, rested and just started nap.
When he woke up, the sky was already dark, and the room was silent, as if it had come to the end.
Gathering his mind, Lou Cheng flipped through his phone and found that the match between "Road to the Ring" and "One Punch Invincible" had ended, both of them had won, and the photos were taken according to the agreement.
"Road to the Ring" has a short parted hairstyle. He looks fairly upright and in good spirits, but he has dark circles under his eyes. "One Punch" is tall and handsome, with inch-cut eyebrows and sharp eyebrows, which attracted many replies.
Seeing that the afternoon was coming to an end, and the first round of more than 400 matches was about to end, Lou Cheng didn't bother to go to the martial arts gym again. He first went to a nearby park to exercise, found dinner, and then returned to the room, lying on the bed, and Yan Yan. Zheke chatted, chatted with classmates, browsed the forum posts, and watched videos on Weibo.
...
At 8:40 the next day, the uncle in a leather jacket arrived at the Budokan, approached a screen, and stared at the details of the match list.
"No. 656, Lou Cheng..." he muttered in a low voice.
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Liu Yinglong and other disciples followed behind the host, Yu Haichao, and stepped into the competition venue again.
Yu Haichao looked at the big screen from afar and muttered to himself:
"No. 656, Lou Cheng..."
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Lou Cheng was also standing in front of the big screen, looking for his number and name to determine his opponent in the second knockout round.