"Lou Chengsheng!"
Unfamiliar words echoed in his ears, Kazuei Sakata lay on the ground, his mind went blank, he even forgot to turn over and stand up, as if he had returned home, the daze he felt when he woke up every afternoon.
I tried my best to break through the past, but I still lost the game. Looking at Lou Cheng's shoes intact, it seems that he didn't use all his strength at all, and he has been able to handle things with ease...
When I was overtaken by Tiger King, I comforted myself that the one who runs fast does not necessarily run well, and the second half is the key to the comparison. When he practiced the real "wave" and I was always stuck in the same place, I comfort myself, below this level, I am invincible and the strongest, and I will definitely be promoted in the future...
But now, facing an opponent of the same level who was only twenty years old, I lost so embarrassingly and powerlessly, what else can I comfort myself with
Lou Cheng withdrew his hand, coughed, and woke up Sakata Kazuei, and watched him stand up without his frenzy, his eyes full of confusion and frustration.
Knowing only a few Japanese words, he couldn't communicate, so he didn't bother to say much. He arched his hands and said softly in his mother tongue:
"Concession."
Dongying warriors are the most important etiquette, and I can't lose the country's face in this regard.
Sakata Kazuei was used to bowing and returning the salute naturally, turned around, and walked down the ring with his footsteps ignoring the line and diverging, completely ignoring the pain in his arm - he used "Ninjutsu: Back Attack" in a desperate situation before, and in a hurry The lower body is unstable, and the recoil damage of the mutant version of "Shocking" remains. Even if he blocked Lou Cheng's series of kicks all the time, he was "floated" and flew out, and his arms were almost broken or cracked. open.
Lou Cheng had no interest in his mental journey and behind-the-scenes stories. He even forgot to greet the stands. He hurried down the stone steps, found the game supervisor, took back his wallet and mobile phone, unlocked the screen, and sent Yan Zheke a A message, "bad smile" said:
"Won!"
At this time, Peng Leyun, Ren Li, and An Chaoyang, who raised their right hands and were about to congratulate each other, withdrew their arms in embarrassment, looked around in a pretentious manner, and commented on the matches in other arenas.
Yan Zheke seemed to be waiting, and quickly said with a "surprised face" expression:
"It took three and a half minutes to finish... Sakata Kazuei is worthy of his reputation."
"Pfft, I'll be proud if you flatter me like that!" Lou Cheng's lips curled up, and he sent a picture with a similar expression to himself.
The implication of classmate Ke Xiaoke is that anyone who can survive a minute or two in his hands is considered a leader at the sixth-grade level!
Yan Zheke "covered her mouth and snickered" and said:
"Hey, please call me the professional Orange Blow!"
"Okay, now you can concentrate on class~"
Lou Cheng put away his phone, returned to the stands, stretched out his hands in a good mood, and gave Peng Leyun, An Chaoyang, Ren Li, and Zhong Ningtao high fives respectively.
Uh, the expressions of the teammates are a bit strange...
"What's wrong?" Lou Cheng asked in doubt.
"It's nothing." Peng Leyun's eyes continued to drift away, An Chaoyang focused on listening to the song without squinting, Ren Li lowered her head, and seriously studied the issue of how to bet.
...
In the Dragon Tiger Club forum, "Unrivaled Dragon King" said "funnyly":
"Haha, I'm browsing Dongpu's forum, it's so cool to read their comments!"
"Hey, hey, hey, you still know Dongying, translate it quickly, and let me see how they tout it!" "Long night is coming" Yan Xiaoling deliberately used an expression of "laughing out of anger".
"Wait!" "Huan Fan" immediately replied.
After a while, "Unrivaled Dragon King" began to translate line by line:
"Sakata Kazuei has really become an ordinary person."
"Ichiei-kun has actually performed beyond his level, but he still failed."
"He didn't have a chance from the beginning to the end, and when he burst out and played 'Seven Sins', it made people feel pleasantly surprised and hopeful, but it still didn't have any effect."
"Idiot! Ishi Yuan from the Martial Arts Association, how could you give Hua Guo four wild cards?"
"That Lou Cheng became very famous last year, I've seen his name here."
"I feel like he is a genius even stronger than Mr. Tiger. It is said that Huaguo has many other geniuses who are similar to him. All the players sent this time are all!"
"After all, it is an ancient country full of history."
"I can only look forward to Xun Jiang and Tiger Lord!"
"Sun sauce saigao!"
…
"Haha, Dongying people are quite qualified, and they don't show any sourness." "Selling, selling wontons" said with "kids on their hips and laughing".
"The long night is coming." Yan Xiaoling said stupidly: "Although I can't understand what they are talking about, it still feels good!"
There is nothing more delightful than the defeat, praise and envy of your enemies!
"Xiaolong, Xiaolong, I will entrust you with the important task of translating such comments in the future (pat on the shoulder)!" "Huanfan" said enthusiastically.
...
After scrolling through the content of the live broadcast post, Lou Cheng felt more at ease and didn't show up again. After the first round of the double-elimination tournament, he and his teammates returned to the hotel directly.
Standing in front of the window of the high-rise room, he looked at the bright lights that symbolized human civilization, and he was full of ambition, waiting for the next round.
Picking up the phone, Lou Cheng shared this feeling with his daughter-in-law, and finally said with a "smirk":
"There will be a bonus for breaking into the top sixteen!"
Yan Zheke was seriously attending class and couldn't reply in time. Lou Cheng waited for a while, but couldn't hear the special reminder.
He subconsciously unlocked the screen, thinking about sending another message, but after typing, he considered that too frequent messages would affect the girl's study, so he restrained himself and deleted the written content word by word.
After washing, Lou Cheng turned off all the lights, lay down on the bed in the quiet and dark, and looked for something to pass the time. After seeing Jiang Fatty "talking" crying bitterly, hungry and wanting to eat supper, he kindly handed over the St. I sent the image of gourmet food to my best friend.
"You are ruthless! I decided to go out to eat Lao Liu's barbecue, and I will take pictures for you later, thank you!" Jiang Fei said with an expression of "Come on, let's hurt each other".
"Squeeze the fat on your body, touch your bulging belly, won't your conscience hurt?" Lou Cheng scolded, "Besides, I'm going to bed soon, and I can't see what you posted ( manual funny)."
In attacking Fatty Jiang, Yan Zheke replied to his previous message, "sit well" and said:
"Waiting for you to bring me a bonus to treat me to a big meal~! By the way, the queen mother will return to China on the 14th of September."
"Okay!" Lou Cheng quickly switched to A, booked a flight to the United States on September 14th, and showed Ke Xiaoke the screenshot.
"I really want to tear off more than a dozen pages of the calendar!" Yan Zheke said what was in her heart in a joking tone.
After chatting for a few words, it was time for class again, and Lou Cheng was getting close to bedtime, so they said "An" to each other.
In the early morning of the next day, he woke up on time, did various things step by step, and finally came to the place where he had been exercising before, and continued his hard work day after day.
In his visualization, the cold light burst out, crystal clear and dreamy, but set off the boundless darkness, endless loneliness and extreme coldness without heat.
As this picture took shape, Lou Cheng only felt that the frost ability in his body was undergoing subtle changes, becoming more illusory, ethereal, and more like a vortex absorbing temperature.
This is the sublimation of "Frozen Energy" to "Ice Soul Energy". He has discovered the way and is laying a solid foundation.
After practicing "Bing Po Jin" for a while, Lou Cheng took out the "Picture of Emperor Yan" in which the charm had faded a lot, concentrated his mind, focused on comprehension, and tried to outline in his mind the kind of gathering, that kind of heaviness, that kind of explosion and that kind of jet.
However, he was still a little behind, and still failed to visualize successfully.
"'Yan Di Jin' seems to be a highly condensed and self-generated 'Zhu Rong Jin'..." Lou Cheng Ruo thought about it, and when his spirit was close to the limit, he turned to temper his fists and feet.
It was another day without accidents. They practiced in the morning, rested in the afternoon, and came to the Holy Elephant Country in the evening to watch the draw for the second round of the double-elimination knockout match.
Since it was only one round, no one had lost two matches yet, so there were still thirty-six contestants, eighteen duels.
This time, Lou Cheng's name was drawn out early.
"Who could it be? I hope it's not Japanese warriors, and I want to experience different martial arts..." He thought to himself.
After a few seconds, the guest drew out his opponent and shouted out the name:
"Miluo, Vega!"
Vega? Lou Cheng turned his head in astonishment, and looked at the stern man in the blue general uniform, he saw him looking over expressionlessly, his eyes were silver and white, jumping slightly!
Damn, I met the No. 2 seed in the second round of the double elimination tournament!
It's really not a Japanese warrior...
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