Ning Xinjing, holding Yuanshouyi, Lou Cheng looked inside himself with the help of Jindan, squirmed his muscles a little bit, adjusted his state, forgot everything other than the game, and completely concentrated his attention and energy.
Before he knew it, he heard the announcement from the referee of the Central Ring:
"Fifth match, Ye Youting wins!"
The fourth and fifth rounds are over... Lou Cheng opened his eyes. His eyes were as dark as a deep pool. He walked forward and walked to the center of the field without haste, stepping on the familiar yet unfamiliar stone steps.
I used to be so envious that the main members of the Martial Arts Club could walk this glorious path, but now I finally have the opportunity to try it once.
One step, two steps, three steps, he walked up the steps, stepped onto the ring, and stood on the referee's right hand side.
During this process, he was keenly aware of dozens of hundreds of eyes watching him, and heard the sparse applause and shouts, although it was much worse than the dark crowd of heads and the roaring and tsunami-like enthusiasm in the Songda Martial Arts Center. But that belonged to Lin Que, Chen Changhua and the others, and this belonged to me!
Looking straight up, Lou Cheng saw Wu Shitong, a lay disciple of Daxing Temple. He was wearing a red and yellow martial arts uniform with a lotus pattern on the cuffs. A bit childish.
He's still a seventeen-year-old boy... With this thought in his life, Lou Cheng's last bit of fear towards Wu Shitong melted away like snow in the sun.
Moving his eyes upward, he saw the big screen diagonally above, where the confrontation between himself and Wu Shitong was displayed, and a line of vivid text was highlighted:
"Dahang Temple Disciple Vs Mysterious Master!"
"Buddhist Zen skills are unique to Bingbu!"
On the stands, Lao Zheng and other spectators who had watched Lou Cheng's game adjusted their sitting postures, looking forward to the start of the game. Facing the words on the big screen, their blood was a little excited.
Martial arts is the pinnacle of personal passion, igniting the yearning and worship of the strong in the hearts of human beings since primitive society.
"Which one of you has watched the competition of that Daxing Temple disciple? What is he good at?" Old Zheng asked subconsciously.
On the first day, he watched Wu Shitong's fight according to the recommendation, but the whole process was lacklustre, he only vaguely remembered that his palm technique was tough and he didn't give the opponent any chance.
Lao Zheng's companion looked at me and I looked at you, and shook his head blankly: "We were working before, it wasn't strongly recommended by you, how could we use up the vacation in advance?"
Lao Zheng stopped talking, for some reason, his heart tightened, and he was a little more worried about Lou Cheng.
Looking at the big screen, Liu Yinglong asked as if talking to himself: "Who of you watched Wu Shitong's game before?"
"I watched one, and he used the big open tablet and the big drop tablet, which were quite powerful." Qin Zhilin recalled.
"It seems that he is taking the path of subduing demons just now..." Liu Yinglong nodded slightly, his eyes returned to the ring, and he stopped talking, waiting for this battle between dragons and tigers.
In the nearby stands, a young man with a tight fit glanced at the big screen and let out a cry:
"Master, it's the student from our hotel. He really came to participate in the competition."
He was wearing a dark blue martial arts uniform with a mountain pattern on the cuffs and neckline.
The old man with big earlobes laughed: "I'm old, I don't want to look like a real person. He can make it to the fourth round, so his strength doesn't look weak."
The Bancun youth clasped his hands, with a faint iron color: "He seems to have a unique skill in the ice department."
"No wonder..." the old man suddenly said, "Xiaoye, take a closer look, maybe you will meet in the next competition. Although you have already set a professional rank nine, you can't underestimate such outstanding amateur fighters."
"En." The Bancun youth nodded vigorously, and suddenly said with some depression: "Master, I will definitely break into the final four. For my father's illness, you, you have helped too much."
The old man smiled: "Being a teacher for one day and being a father for the rest of your life is not only a requirement for the disciples, but also for the master. Don't talk about it, let's play it well, your two junior sisters are still waiting for you to invite a big meal."
"Okay!" The Bancun youth clenched his fists subconsciously, and turned his gaze to the ring.
Due to the eye-catching slogan, all the audience who noticed turned their attention to the central ring. For a moment, Lou Cheng felt exposed to the spotlight.
They bring stress as well as goodness!
At this moment, Wu Shitong spoke up and said with a smile:
"I've seen your previous game highlights, 'Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes' is nothing more than that."
It was the first time that Lou Cheng encountered the provocation of the dialogue time, and a surge of anger rose in his heart, but that's it? But this can also win you!
But he quickly regained his composure as he visualized the "congealing pile" and told himself not to be influenced by words, to be influenced by emotions during the game, and there should be deviations that should not have occurred.
In martial arts battles, emotional and spiritual factors are also very important, and spiritual confrontation is something that must be experienced when stepping into a high-level rank!
After recovering, Lou Cheng remained calm and said with a slight smile: "I have watched many games these days, and I have a little impression of you. Since you are a lay disciple of Daxing Temple, maintaining a humble and compassionate attitude seems to be more in line with Zen skills. request?"
He lied, implying that he had watched Wu Shitong's match and knew something about his martial arts!
Wu Shitong was stunned for a moment, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and then he returned to just now without any ripples:
"Buddhas also have fire, and besides compassion, there is also the vajra that subdues demons."
Lou Cheng didn't respond any more, but kept an inscrutable smile, as if saying, I've seen you through!
This is the most superficial spiritual confrontation, which can be encountered in daily life.
Wu Shitong also closed his mouth and adjusted his breathing. The remaining time ticked away, creating more and more pressure.
The referee raised his hand, glanced left and right, and swung it down suddenly:
"start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lou Cheng stepped on snake steps, swayed his center of gravity, and quickly approached Wu Shitong.
In the stands, the audience applauded and applauded for the first attack of the game!
Wu Shitong's expression became a little more dignified, as if he couldn't judge Lou Cheng's real direction, so he simply lowered his waist and put on a steady posture.
Lou Cheng's center of gravity changed suddenly, and he circled to Wu Shitong's right side in an instant. His left palm was slapped out like a swift wind, bringing out bursts of coldness, but there was no sound of breaking through the air.
In his mind, there was a picture of the cold before the heavy snow arrived.
"Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" second move, chilling to the bone!
Faced with this unusually fast palm, Wu Shitong did not panic, raised his elbow, and blocked Lou Cheng's slap just right.
Snapped!
The palm and arm were retracted as soon as they were touched, and Lou Cheng only spat out a small part of his undisclosed strength before choosing to stop. With a little force, he pulled his body to the front of Wu Shitong.
He just moved away from the original position, and there was a crisp sound, Wu Shitong whipped his leg, kicked there swiftly, and landed in the empty space.
Seizing the opportunity, Lou Cheng slapped Wu Shitong's neck with yet another quick palm that contained strength but did not reveal it.
He always spared no effort to prevent unknown moves from unknown opponents. This attack was mainly based on probing!
As soon as Wu Shitong whipped his legs back, Lou Cheng's right palm reached him. He took a deep breath, his hands didn't have the process of accumulating strength, and he just pushed flat, but the momentum was still astonishing, almost like breaking a monument. I felt the rigid and mighty power, as well as the changes in the opponent's muscles reflected in the heart lake through contact with the pores.
Adjusting himself and changing the center of gravity, Lou Cheng borrowed some strength quickly, and then dodged to the side. His footwork unfolded, his palms and low kicks staggered and attacked, gradually forming a soft and dense attacking net, one wave after another. Wave after wave is higher than the other, leaving the enemy breathless.
During this process, Lou Cheng still spared some energy to deal with unexpected changes.
Slowly, he had a preliminary judgment on Wu Shitong's martial arts. The opponent's palms are mainly fierce, and he should have both the strengths of the big-opening hand and the big-throwing hand. If he slapped him on the torso and head , I probably won't be able to hold on to the fight.
Correspondingly, Wu Shitong's footwork is also obviously strong and tough, rather than nimble and wandering. Lou Cheng attacked with a "chilling to the bone", just in time to restrain him.
"If he meets Liu Yinglong, a master of cross-arm punching, I'm afraid he will be even more embarrassed..." With a flash of thought, Lou Cheng imagined a violent storm in his mind. In "Chill to the Bone", ferocity and madness are integrated, as cold as a mirror. Xinhu kept "listening" to the opponent's changes, borrowing strength, one punch was heavier than one punch, one kick was faster than one kick, and quickly smoothed out the disadvantage in strength, making Wu Shitong no longer able to fight back, as if he was walking alone. Passers-by in the North Pole are crumbling.
There was another burst of applause and applause from the stands, applauding Lou Cheng's attack like a storm.
Several times, Wu Shitong wanted to use the explosive moves of Da Kai Bei Shou and Da Shi Bei Shou to get out of the predicament, but Lou Cheng, who had a fierce collision with "One Punch Invincible" yesterday, had corresponding experience, and he did not back down with " The "electric fire pile" promoted the "big avalanche" and blocked it head-on, and the crazy and fierce attack did not weaken in the slightest.
Liu Yinglong frowned slightly, and said to his junior brother Qin Zhilin in a low voice: "Wu Shitong is not as strong as he imagined. Could it be that he is really a second-rank amateur?"
"It should be because of the restraint in the fighting style. Those two palm techniques are not easy." Qin Zhilin pondered.
At the height of the battle, Lou Cheng's right hand shook, and his fist stabbed out like the tip of a spear, hitting Wu Shitong's left arm which was hastily parrying with a crisp sound.
Snapped!
A muffled sound erupted, Wu Shitong swung his left arm, and was bounced up by the majestic force, exposing a huge hole in his chest.
Lou Cheng gained power and was relentless, borrowing his strength again, his left fist roared out, like a dragon, it forcibly penetrated into Wu Shitong's chest!
puff!
Wu Shitong was punched in the chest, but Lou Cheng didn't feel like he hit a flesh and blood body, but as if he hit a piece of hard wood, making a strange sound.
Lou Cheng's face changed slightly, and he was about to fly back to dodge, but he was grabbed fiercely by a faint golden palm, grabbing his wrist!
Admiralty!
Wu Shitong's fundamental skill is the golden bell jar!
He used the provocation of the dialogue time, the passivity at the beginning, and the big stele-opening hand and the big-breaking stele hand that he used at critical moments, to tell himself an almost true story, a story about a layman disciple of Daxing Temple who is good at palm techniques !
This made him gradually lose his desire to explore, and began to attack frantically without reservation in order to suppress it.
But at the end of the story, everything turned upside down!
In Lou Cheng's line of sight, the corners of Wu Shitong's mouth curled up slightly, showing a smile, the childishness on his face completely disappeared, as if to say, so what if you watched my previous game? They haven't been able to force out my golden bell yet!
His right hand firmly grasped Lou Cheng's left wrist.
s: As I write this, I suddenly come up with a thought, is it true that fake monks who use gold bells are very fond of telling stories... (According to the usual practice, we will ask for recommendation tickets in advance on Monday~)