Faced with An Chaoyang's request, Ge Lie, the coach of Huahai University Martial Arts Club, who was often ridiculed by the team members as "Akalin" in private, pushed his glasses and said:
"it is good."
He is a coach who has been in the martial arts circle of the university for many years. Like Huang Qing in Shanbei, he is better at teaching newcomers, pointing out the level of body training and martial artists who have just entered the alchemy realm. experience.
With the coach's consent, An Chaoyang, who had tied up his hair, slowly stood up, looked around the locker room, and smiled at Park Yuan, Xing Jingjing and the others as if chatting:
"Time flies so fast. I will be a senior in the blink of an eye. In less than three months, I have to go to the Star Poster. I have to say goodbye to everyone."
"I still remember my freshman year. When I first entered the school, I was still in the ninth grade. I had nothing but pride and arrogance. Thanks to my brothers and sisters who accepted with the greatest kindness, I was able to grow step by step. I caught up with that year. Stepping into Danjing before the national competition, we won the 'Flying Cup' together with everyone, which symbolizes the highest honor in our circle."
"To this day, I can still clearly remember the scene at that time. I remember being moved by everyone who tried their best. I remember the sweat and tears they shed, and the indescribable ecstasy at the end."
"All of this seems to have happened yesterday, but the brothers and sisters and other teammates of my class have already left here and are heading for the next stage of life. Before the start of school, I also seriously thought about whether to quit early. Every day They all go to the Xinghai Club to practice with the strong outsiders, instead of going every now and then."
"To say something that may be hypocritical, I feel that I can't let go. I want to start well and end well. I want to share the ultimate joy and touch with you. I want to pass on the 'gene' of the champion to you, and to the champions one after another. Brothers and sisters, I want to tell you something."
He paused, his sentimental expression suddenly became solemn, and his voice suddenly became louder:
"we are the champion!"
Pu Yuan, Zhang Dongliang and the others had their own feelings when they heard it. Even the cold Xing Jingjing's eyes were rippling. Their hearts were full of enthusiasm, and they followed An Chaoyang and shouted in unison:
"we are the champion!"
We will take back the lost honor!
...
In the locker room of the Songda Martial Arts Club, seeing Lou Cheng asking for a fight, old man Shi clicked his tongue and said:
"It's good to be young. When I think about it, hey, forget it. The hero doesn't mention the courage of the year. Go, go and win the most important victory for everyone!"
"Yes, master!" Lou Chengzhuang nodded his head, his energy and spirit seemed to turn into substance and rushed out.
Old Man Shi coughed twice, looked at Lin Que, Yan Zheke and the others:
"I don't need to say much about the importance of this game, do I?"
"No need!" As if infected by Lou Cheng's challenge, Lin Que followed Cai Zongming and the others, opened his mouth and answered excitedly.
"It's fine if you don't need it. I'll just say one more thing, old man. Don't look down on Hua Hai, and don't be intimidated. If you want to win the highest honor, you are destined to overthrow the previous champions!" Old man Shi said with rare seriousness.
"Yeah!" Lou Cheng and the others nodded vigorously, forming a circle again, with their left hand on the shoulder of the person next to them, and their right hand extended to the center, overlapping each other.
Glancing at each other, they pressed down first, then pulled their hands away, and shouted loudly, expressing the nervousness and excitement in their hearts:
"Must win!"
After venting most of his negative emotions, old man Shi turned around and opened the door of the locker room, and walked out slowly.
Just when Lou Cheng was about to follow, he was pulled by Yan Zheke and couldn't help but stop.
"What's wrong?" Lou Cheng lowered his voice and asked doubtfully.
The two fell to the end, covered by the figures of their teammates in front, Yan Zheke didn't say anything, grabbed Lou Cheng's clothes with both hands, stood on tiptoes, and pressed pink lips on his mouth.
The sweet tongue was sticking out, actively entangled, the girl passionately kissed deeply for a few seconds, then backed away, her face was flushed, her eyes were shining, she clenched her fist and shouted in a low voice:
"Honey, come on!"
Lou Cheng was still in a daze reminiscing about the sudden tenderness. He didn't realize what was going on for a while, and he was stunned for two seconds before he understood Yan Zheke's intention, and immediately said in surprise:
"Honey, you do it too!"
Looking at the girl's moist lips, he with difficulty looked away, and Yan Zheke quickly followed Lin Hua and the others, almost falling behind.
Hmm, I feel like I've been beaten... The corners of Lou Cheng's mouth were outlined, and he walked more steadily with each step, turning a blind eye to Cai Zongming's winking and teasing.
At this time, the sound of small trumpets in the surroundings continued one after another, and a tsunami-like heat wave set off in the martial arts venue.
When Songda and Huahai took their seats, the gray-haired referee appeared in the center of the ring wearing a black martial arts uniform, and waved to both sides, while the announcer shouted cooperatively:
"The match between Huahai University Martial Arts Club and Songcheng University Martial Arts Club has begun."
"First game, An Chaoyang, Lou Cheng!"
With a bang, cheers erupted, and it seemed as if a plane passed by at low altitude in the stadium.
brush!
Lou Cheng pulled down the chain of his clothes, took off his thin coat, and suddenly stood up.
On the other side, An Chaoyang and Yue Zhiyuan stood up slowly, and the white towel on his shoulders fluttered down.
The battle of Tianjiao is about to start!
After clapping hands with Yan Zhe, Ke Linque, and the others, Lou Cheng walked up to the stone steps step by step in continuous flashes of light. Every step he took, his will was boosted and his momentum also increased, while An Chaoyang Keep everything introverted, the closer you get to the ring, the more introverted you are.
When they climbed up and saw each other, their eyes suddenly flashed brightly.
In An Chaoyang's feeling, Lou Cheng is like a towering, steady and heavy snow mountain, approaching him inch by inch in the howling north wind, revealing a "body" that can make herdsmen prostrate and worship, and Lou Cheng's In his heart, An Chaoyang is like a boundless sea, the waves are gently swaying, enveloping and engulfing everything!
Snapped!
The two people made eye contact, and the half-air machine seemed to turn into electric sparks.
This is a battle of momentum, this is a contest of will!
Thumb up! The pace of the two became heavier at the same time, mentally locked on each other, and slowly arrived at the predetermined position, forgetting about the referee and the so-called dialogue time.
Three minutes later, none of them had the upper hand. The referee raised his right hand and said in a voice that suppressed the surroundings:
"start!"
The sound was still in his ears, Lou Cheng, who had already sketched out the ancient characters in his mind, suddenly raised his hands, formed seal formulas, and shouted in a low voice:
"Row!"
With a bang, his figure broke through the "air barrier", smoothed the distance of eight meters in the blink of an eye, appeared in front of An Chaoyang, and turned sideways, swelling his muscles, turning into a real iron mountain. Leaning towards the opponent.
Such a speed, such an impact, not to mention flesh and blood, even the Tin Woodman can't bear it!
As soon as the scene started, Lou Cheng went all out, and with An Chaoyang's level, he didn't even have time to dodge!
Faced with this, An Chaoyang took a quick breath, pushed his feet together, guided his back, and pushed out with his thick right arm.
As soon as his palm touched Lou Cheng's left arm, he felt the terrifying force of the high-speed impact, immediately squirmed his muscles, shrunk his fascia, and swung his body backwards, taking a step back.
boom!
The moment Lou Cheng's stick against the mountain was resisted, his back energized, and his long-planned right arm was concealed, and with the momentum of rushing forward, he slammed into the chest and abdomen of the enemy on the left side. White air filled the air, and the river in my mind was frozen.
Frost! Continuous strokes!
In the close fight, An Chao couldn't dodge at all, he could only rely on instinct, twitched the fascia of his ribs, quickly raised his left arm, and stretched out his palm to block Lou Cheng's fist.
Snapped! The cold current surged and poured strength, it was going to freeze An Chaoyang's muscles and dull his joints.
But at this time, Lou Cheng only felt that there seemed to be a boundless sea in the opponent's body, and his "Frost Energy" immediately disappeared without a trace after pouring in, without causing the slightest ripple.
The core strength of "Ministry of Water", "Wang Yangjin"!
Just when the "Frost Energy" was dissolved by "Wang Yang Energy", An Zhaoyang's palm against Lou Cheng's left arm suddenly showed black and blue tendons, and he was about to use all his strength to catch him, tearing him apart!
Lou Cheng had expected it, he took a breath in a calm manner, the muscles and fascia of his left arm swelled up, stretched the opponent's five fingers, so that his strength couldn't penetrate in a hurry.
At the same time, Lou Cheng lifted his thigh muscles, and kicked the enemy's knee joint with his toes, attacking his weakness.
Snapped! An Chaoyang seemed to "hear" the movement, and kicked his legs in time, blocking the opponent's surprise attack foot to foot.
Clap clap! Lou Cheng didn't move his upper body, his legs were chained, and he kicked the enemy's knees and ankles like a storm. From the beginning to now, he has been attacking, constantly attacking!
After two life-and-death struggles, he clearly knows that in a contest of the same level, whoever takes the lead will be closer to victory, and the passive side will have to pay more, or be more resourceful. There is hope for recovery.
Step by step, step by step!
bang bang bang! An Chaoyang also twitched his legs frantically, perhaps relying on Ting Jin, he was able to narrowly block Lou Cheng's attack.
Seeing that it was difficult to succeed for a while, the left foot that Lou Cheng had just kicked suddenly fell halfway, and then rebounded, he flicked his elbow, causing his right arm to bounce off An Zhaoyang's left palm, and shot him with lightning face.
This blow contains "Zhu Rongjin" and the release of supernatural abilities. Once it hits an empty space or is blocked by the opponent, it will immediately spray out flames and burn to the enemy's face, forcing him to dodge hastily and expose his flaws.
At this moment, An Zhaoyang's hairs exploded, sensing the danger, he tried to grab the palm of Lou Cheng's left arm as a push, causing his opponent's body to sway back.
Immediately afterwards, he exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, and moved his other hand upwards, hitting Lou Cheng's right wrist in time.
Snapped!
Lou Cheng's fist was tilted "backward" by the back sway of his body and the upward flick of his wrist. The red flames brushed against An Zhaoyang's head and rushed into the air, scorching a few of his hair.
With his body swaying back, Lou Cheng followed the trend and took a step back. An Chaoyang saw that he had managed to regain the situation, so of course he rushed up immediately and switched from defense to offense.
However, as soon as he took his left foot, he felt that the place where he landed was extremely slippery, and his body couldn't help but want to fall on his back!
Somehow, a layer of crystal clear ice had formed on the ground between the two of them!
Every time Lou Cheng kicked his legs just now, his feet trembled with frosty energy when he landed, and he secretly created a trap.
Bingbu, Form 17, "Polar Region"!
This is one of a kind applications!
Lou Cheng retreated deliberately to dig a hole for An Chaoyang!
Stab it!
An Zhaoyang slipped his left foot, lost his center of gravity, immediately contracted his pupils, and returned his blood.
Although it is not difficult to control the body with the center of gravity like mercury at this time due to the characteristics of the alchemy state, he knows very well that the opponent will immediately take advantage of the situation and attack violently. "Staying strong and holding on to strength" continued to eliminate and fight, followed by outbreaks, and even more persevered in the current crisis.
When An Chaoyang gathered energy in his dantian, Lou Cheng did not rush to attack, but Shi Shiran raised his hands, formed seals, exhaled solemnly and said:
"Soldiers!"
You have the potential to be inclusive of all rivers and can fight against the secrets of spiritual attacks, so I will choose to use when everything of you is shrunk in the lower abdomen! See what you have to fight against!
"Soldiers!"
The surrounding atmosphere was immediately tragic, and the ruthlessness of the criss-crossed soldiers stood out.
As soon as An Chaoyang's spirit spewed out, he encountered this. He seemed to be in a desperate situation for a moment, and was being shot by the enemy in line.
Snapped!
Lou Cheng embraced and let go of his blood, his right arm tensed, and he punched out his fist, blasting at his opponent.
An Chaoyang was indeed tyrannical. Under such circumstances, he managed to raise his arms.
boom!
As soon as his power exploded, he lost his airs and retreated.
And how could Lou Cheng miss this opportunity, strode forward, visualized the scenes of "It's freezing in the sky" and "The river is frozen", he raised his left arm high, and made a gesture of "Drinking"!
hiss! call!
The audience either gasped or screamed.
From the moment the referee called "Start", they were almost out of breath by Lou Cheng's non-stop continuous attack and the close-to-body short punches between the two of them. They were afraid that the fierce competition would be over in the blink of an eye.
During this process, they only felt that Lou Cheng's active fighting style was masculine and mighty, with the essence of violent aesthetics, and they couldn't help secreting adrenaline, shaking their hearts.
But now, Lou Cheng is so fierce that he has no friends, An Chaoyang seems to be about to lose!
"Between a square inch, the realm of life and death..." Regarding the previous confrontation between the two, guest commentator Chen Sansheng sighed.
Yan Zheke looked at her beautiful eyes brightly, and it seemed that only her boyfriend was left in her eyes.
As soon as An Chaoyang stepped back, he saw Lou Cheng approaching him. He knew that the victory or defeat was only a moment away, so he immediately visualized, stretched his fascia, and squirmed his muscles.
pedal!
As soon as his feet sank, he suddenly stabilized his body, and the ring under his feet shook.
At this second, he seemed to have turned into the earth, becoming one with the ring!
However, the moment he steadied his body, Lou Cheng's raised arm turned into an iron rod and slammed down, not giving him a chance to dodge, nor giving him the opportunity to "hold strength" and visualize the move. time!
Simplify the Waigang, "wake up"!
An Zhaoyang seemed to have given up hope, he just smashed the pot and smashed his shoulders, raised his right arm, and moved up.
puff!
As soon as Lou Cheng's fist hit his opponent's arm, there was a cold wave that froze his mind, and he felt that An Zhaoyang's vitality and strength began to shrink in that fleeting moment.
The timing was so perfect that frost appeared on An Zhaoyang's body, his eyes became dull, and the "holding strength" was still going on!
All kinds of sensations were suppressed and exploded, and the freezing power was sprayed out. An Zhaoyang immediately recovered his sanity, even inflated his body, and kicked out his left fist!
To resolve the "wake-up call" in this way, without the most accurate grasp of the timing of Lou Cheng's attack, it is impossible to do it at all. Either it is too late and the mind freezes, unable to make a "holding force" or it is too early and the cold wave is still coming. If you haven't entered, you can't resolve it with this, and your spirit is still sluggish!
"Yuhu Yuanjingzhi!" At this moment, a term popped up in Lou Cheng's mind.
This is the unique skill of "Shuibu" similar to its own "Bing Jing", the most difficult kind of martial arts below Waigang!
Unexpectedly, An Chaoyang managed to master it!
It is worthy of being handed down by the "Queen of Italy"!
Snapped!
An Chaoyang's left fist was like a flood dragon, rushing out of the low-lying area, out of the shallows, and attacked Lou Cheng with agility.
Lou Cheng didn't have time to dodge and hold the pill, so he could only imitate his opponent just now, crossing his arms and forcibly resisting.
boom!
His body shook violently, and he was about to step back step by step, losing his air.
At this critical moment, Lou Cheng suddenly returned his blood, sat firmly on Jin Luan, and maintained his center of gravity.
An Chaoyang took advantage of the trend to reverberate his arms, and made another Bao Dan, and made a "two consecutive explosions" with a continuous posture of water, shook out his right hand, and made a fist to smash!
Knowing that he couldn't hide, Lou Cheng shot up his strength, his arms swelled, and he jumped up.
boom!
Amidst the muffled sound, An Chaoyang took the initiative and used his strength to fight again.
Clap clap! Three consecutive explosions, four consecutive explosions, five consecutive explosions, and six consecutive explosions. Lou Cheng only felt that the opponent's attack was very similar to his "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes". The mellow and smooth!
bang bang bang! Seven consecutive explosions, eight consecutive explosions, nine consecutive explosions, ten consecutive explosions, passive and insufficient leverage, Lou Cheng was beaten back and forth by An Chaoyang's "flood force", stepping on every step. Out of potholes, out of cracks, out of footprints.
But in such a situation, he didn't panic, wasn't he just being suppressed and beaten back
I have experienced the demolition battle that night, and there is no wall here to hurt my back or stop my retreat!
Eleven consecutive bursts, twelve consecutive bursts, thirteen consecutive bursts... An Chaoyang hit fourteen consecutive bursts in one breath, the hair band on the top of his head broke, and half-length hair fluttered in the air. , made fourteen consecutive explosions tit for tat, and the place where the two passed was like being plowed by a bomb!
"The tide of victory and defeat has been reversed. It's worthy of being An Chaoyang, and it's worthy of being a sleeping tiger!" In the live broadcast room, Chen Sansheng applauded.
Yan Zheke, Cai Zongming and others stood up at some point, looking nervously at the ring, while the enthusiasm of the audience was stimulated even more, and the cheers were deafening.
After fourteen consecutive bursts, An Chaoyang slowed down his berserk attack, changed his footwork, and kept punching and pushing palms around Lou Cheng, each blow was mixed with "Wang Yang Jin".
Lou Cheng did not lose his momentum, and used "Frost Energy" and "Zhu Rong Energy" to deal with it alternately, but both the cold wave and the heat wave were tolerated and dispelled by the opponent's inclusive energy.
Of course, his strength was mixed with supernatural powers, and he was stronger than his opponent. An Zhaoyang's face gradually turned pale and flushed, obviously he was still affected, and the effects were superimposed little by little!
And Lou Cheng was also eroded a little by "Wang Yang Jin", and his tendons were gradually swollen, and his breathing was not smooth enough, as if he was sinking into the sea inch by inch!
Mizube, the fifteenth form, "drowning"!
Faced with this, Lou Cheng tried several times to open up the situation with "Bing Fen" and "Xue Mang", but An Chaoyang took the initiative and knew his moves quite well, so he never gave him a chance to escape.
Standing in the quiet place, An Chaoyang glanced at the environment, and suddenly changed his style of play, visualizing the scenes of "the tide is soaring" and "the embankment is collapsing".
Snapped!
The muscles all over his body swelled, and he raised a few points out of thin air. He punched out his right fist viciously, and hit straight!
Lou Cheng took advantage of the opportunity of his visualization, and made a "hugging force with strength", condensed the feeling of drowning, and then sprayed down the strength, swung his back, and blasted out his thick right arm.
boom!
The sound was astonishing, reverberating around, Lou Cheng, who was bursting out with all his strength, was forced back two steps by An Chaoyang, who was useless to "hold his strength".
"Ministry of Water" simplifies Waigang, flood!
Whichever it is, it is surging, its momentum is unstoppable, and it means to drown everything!
It doesn't have the effect of freezing and paralyzing the enemy, only pure power, the power generated by stimulation, surpasses the gushing power of Dan Jin!
Of course, An Chaoyang didn't dare to use this kind of move that stimulates qi and blood, at most three times in a match, it's just right for now!
Snapped!
Lou Cheng stepped back two steps, stabilized his figure, and caught sight of the edge of the arena out of the corner of his eye.
If you take another step back, you will fall down!
An Chaoyang endured it for so long, and it was because the environment is right now that he used the simplified "flood"!
He rushed to keep up, and the scene of "the turbid water is rolling in and the water level keeps rising" first appeared in his mind, and then "the dams on both sides of the bank were unbearable, and suddenly collapsed"!
boom!
The dam collapsed, and the "flood" surged. An Chaoyang once again punched out his right fist, relying on that terrifying power to forcibly knock Lou Cheng off the ring!
"Lou Cheng lost..." In the live broadcast room, Chen Sansheng sighed.
Cai Zongming and the others held their breath, while Yan Zheke bit her lower lip tightly.
Countless thoughts flashed through Lou Cheng's mind, and behind him was the verge of failure.
He grasped one of the ideas, and conceived a picture of a red sun standing high in the center with inner meditation.
As soon as this terrifying and heavy "fireball" appeared, the heat in Lou Cheng's body began to condense, collapse, and clump together.
Moments later, Lou Cheng's visual image changed, and the Vulcan Zhu Rong with the animal body and human head appeared with a red dragon on his feet, calming down the tyrannical fire ball and making it controllable.
Snapped!
When he reached his feet, he punched out his fist.
boom!
While the two fists were frozen for a short time, An Chaoyang felt something explode inside his body, his internal organs were churning, his blood was turbulent, his mind was buzzing, and the smell of iron came out of his throat.
He didn't even think about it, and immediately "strengthened" to resolve the shock from his body.
But Lou Cheng failed to resist the violence of the "flood", took two steps back and fell off the ring.
Amid regretful exclamations, his eyes were as calm as ice, he turned around in mid-air, concentrated all the remaining flame powers on his right hand, and shook them to the ground.
The "fireball" took shape and exploded towards the venue.
Boom!
Potholes were blown out on the ground next to the arena, and smoke and dust and shock waves rolled upwards.
With the help of this, Lou Cheng adjusted his muscles, rebounded and flew up like a god descending from heaven, and returned to the ring like a roc spreading its wings, and rushed towards the enemy!
In mid-air, he gathered most of the cold wave again, turning it into a ray of cold light, and threw it at An Chaoyang, who was "holding his strength" to eliminate the imploding An Chaoyang.
Immediately afterwards, Lou Cheng Yaozi turned over, stretched out his right arm, and slashed at the opponent, while in his mind, "The river is frozen", thunderclouds shook!
An Chaoyang, who was bright white and mentally shrunk, was hit directly, and hoarfrost and ice formed on the surface of his body, but his body immediately swelled and cracked with his gushing energy.
In the dullness brought by the cold, he saw Lou Cheng "falling from the sky" surrounded by smoke, and threw himself in front of him, his right arm was already approaching.
Flying fairy outside the sky, take a blow!
boom!
An Zhaoyang subconsciously raised his hand to block Lou Cheng's fist, but his thoughts were immediately blanked out, and his thoughts seemed to be frozen.
With one move, Lou Cheng turned his fists into presses, flew into the air again, turned somersaults, and rolled over the top of An Zhaoyang's head, and put his hands Shi Shiran on his temples from both sides.
Snapped! When Lou Cheng landed on both feet, he felt that the cold wave, heat and spirit had all been stolen from the building, which almost caused the golden core to become unbalanced again, and behind him, An Chaoyang was still standing there, facing out of the ring.
At this time, the referee withdrew his arms trying to stop, raised and shouted:
"In the first game, Lou Cheng wins!"