Looking at Peng Leyun's slightly staggering back, and feeling the uncontrollable tremor of his own muscles under the influence of the residual electric current, Lou Cheng, who was standing in the center of the ring, suddenly felt a little sad.
It's really not easy to finally defeat the Great Demon King in an upright manner!
From today onwards, he and I are truly on the same level, looking at each other at the same level, no matter how high or low.
And this has been two and a half years since Master took me to the north of the mountain, met Peng Leyun in the morning, received education, and set goals!
Hundreds of days and nights, I have come here step by step.
Of course, it doesn't mean that I will be able to overwhelm the "Taoist" from now on. I can feel that even if the secret method is counted, the gap between the two sides is only a hair's breadth. Sigh of the Ice Queen", the ending may be completely different, and the improvement of the non-human level, at the current stage, every step will be very difficult, even if I have mastered the "Fire Department" skills later, the "Taoist" has become a different person. His unique skills are just enriching means, playing the role of surprise once or twice, but will not bring about substantial improvement. For a long time, the two will win and lose each other.
Lou Cheng glanced at Peng Leyun for the last time, then slowly withdrew his gaze, and said silently in his heart:
Next, our competition is to see who can get closer to the "Dragon Gate" faster, and who can become a Waigang earlier!
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On the stands, An Chaoyang, who had paid for the ticket, let go of his crossed hands, leaned back, sighed and said to himself:
"Hey, 'Taoist' didn't wave and lost the game..."
In the past, Peng Leyun had never failed, but he either lost in the battle of the strong, or was capsized because he wanted to see the opponent's unique skills. It was rare that he went all out and lost to the opponent. Contests between the same levels Even more so!
In the locker room where Imperial College was located, Ren Li watched the live broadcast, not worried that it would affect the upcoming second semi-final.
At this time, her doll-like beautiful face was a little more sad and relieved.
It's a pity that Lou Cheng finally caught up, his worry became reality, and his relief was "proving" that Taoist priests would also "fail", and there were times when they were powerless, not an invincible demon king, and a little shadow in his heart was swept away. null.
I can beat you too... She stroked the sheathed long sword lying horizontally on her lap, her tentacles were warm and the brass was as new as new.
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"It's a success!"
"Peng Leyun, Peng Leyun!"
With half flames and half sea water, half cheers and half encouraging shouts, the host Liu Chang in the live broadcast room sighed spontaneously: "Excellent game, tyrannical Lou Cheng, the era of the big devil is completely over."
"Indeed, although the gap between them is not that big, maybe Peng Leyun will be able to win back in the next match, but the invincible 'big devil' has indeed passed away." Guest commentator He Xiaowei echoed with a sigh, "From now on, masters will not lonely!"
"A master is not lonely... That's a good saying! They don't have to worry about having no opponents of the same level. They can strengthen each other and promote each other, like enemies and friends, surpassing the past!" Liu Chang admired, and then added, "I said' Enemy' means competitor."
The current fans are very scary, they will label them if they disagree with each other, be cautious and cautious when speaking, be careful and careful!
"Well, there are not many such contests in the non-human duels in professional competitions. You can often use them for aftertaste. At that time, Liu Chang and I will publish a detailed commentary version. It won't be a little bit stuck and a little bit stunned like just now. I can't keep up with the rhythm, haha, if everyone wants to watch the replay now, the Bai Yutang video we collaborated with supports online playback and slow interpretation." He Xiaowei put out an advertisement for the partner.
Liu Chang nodded invisibly satisfied, and then said with emotion:
"It's a pity that Lou Cheng will enter the professional competition 'internship' in his senior year, otherwise, in the next university martial arts meeting, he will be an unshakable super demon king."
"What's the point of bullying 'primary school students'? Without Peng Leyun, without Ren Li, without a similar opponent, what's the point of bullying vegetables? Waste of time, waste of life!" He Xiaowei said with a smile.
Liu Chang thought for a while and answered seriously:
"As far as I'm concerned, I must admit that it's really interesting to abuse food!"
While talking, he laughed, which made He Xiaowei couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, the second round is about to start, let's see how much strength Lou Cheng has left, and whether he can create miracles!" Ten seconds later, Liu Chang's expression changed.
"I don't think Lou Cheng can do anything after he wins against Peng Leyun." He Xiaowei has never been shy about expressing his opinions.
Shut up! Every Shanbei supporter and every Peng Leyun fan shouted these two words in their hearts.
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In the early morning in the United States, the sky was slightly bright, Yan Zheke leaned on the pillow, with the computer in front of her, the tablet on the left, and the phone in the right hand. While continuing to watch the live broadcast, she recalled the battle just now again and again, and scrolled through the forum’s WeChat account over and over again. Bo's words of praise.
When the referee had just announced the result, Yan Xiaoling had already jumped up at the seat of the Martial Arts Club of Songcheng University, waving her arms excitedly, and muttering something incomprehensible.
If it wasn't for He Zi's pull, she really didn't know what she would do.
Another die-hard Lou fan, Deng Yang, also waved his fists frantically, bumping fists with Cai Zongming, Wang Dali and others over and over again, leaving others speechless.
Damn mental retardation... Xiao Ming glanced left and right with the corner of his mouth upturned, and cursed secretly.
Oranges are fucking amazing!
Soaked in joy, they forgot that the game was not over yet. It was not until the freckled and handsome Fang Zhirong climbed the stone steps that they calmed down and waited half expectantly and half indifferently for the referee to wave his arms.
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On the ring, looking at the enemy with a baby face and a slightly gloomy and unruly demeanor, Lou Cheng didn't take a breath, but hugged his blood back, afraid of wasting his little energy.
Although this will cause the body to continue to be paralyzed and stimulated by the electric current, when the battle officially starts, you can "eliminate and fight" in the game!
Looking at Lou Cheng's slightly twitching body, Fang Zhirong didn't dare to neglect, put on airs, and concentrated on it.
The opponent is indeed close to the limit, and has a relatively serious electric shock effect, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse!
Dying beasts are equally ferocious!
The referee didn't wait, raised his right hand, and swung it down swiftly:
"start!"
Fang Zhirong bent his back, and sprang out to the side in a strange posture, like a poisonous snake wandering in a meandering manner, a wild wolf hiding and leaning against its prey, its figure seemed to darken, as if dragging out a shadow.
He wants to swim around the enemy, waiting for a chance to kill a blow!
Lou Cheng took a deep breath, supported the numbness and soreness of his muscles, and with the extremely strong "seeing himself" control ability as the center, he rushed out with a bang, and instantly changed from static to high speed. When turning, he rubbed against the void and hit Break through the barriers of energy, sway the wind, and actively pursue the enemy!
boom! boom! boom! The strong wind continued, the thunder intertwined, as if a god had done it, Lou Cheng repeatedly changed directions, pushed forward frantically, and shortened the distance with Fang Zhirong with loud shouts.
However, the opponent's movements are weird, slippery, and in a hurry, it is difficult to lock.
At this moment, Lou Cheng concentrated his mind, outlined the ancient characters, and the blood circulated accordingly, stimulating a certain part of the body.
His eyes were suddenly sharp and cold, and a bloody aura "shot" out, covering the enemy.
Fang Zhirong's heart and spirit swayed immediately, as if he had come to a blood-stained battlefield, facing a general riding a high horse and raising a butcher's knife, he was trembling from the inside to the outside, and his body was stunned.
It was just this pause that Lou Cheng rushed forward, healed his blood and relieved part of the paralysis, and with his left fist wearing a glistening and frosty glove, he struck out from the side.
The effect of the simplified "soldier" tactic was not strong. Fang Zhirong woke up after just a daze. Seeing that he couldn't dodge Bingpo's heavy punch, he quickly exploded his strength, puffed up his arms, punched forward, and blocked it.
boom!
Fang Zhirong's body was swaying, and his strength was comparable to that of Lou Cheng in his current state, but his blood was cold, his muscles were slightly stiff, and his movements were a little rough.
Snapped! Lou Cheng did the "returning strength" again, his right fist was surrounded by crimson fire, it turned into a cannonball, and shot out with electricity.
Clap clap! He made explosive bursts, his fists alternated, sometimes "Bing Po" slowed down, and sometimes "Yandi" hurt people, the connection was smooth and smooth, each move was heavy and precise.
bang bang bang! Fang Zhirong struggled to hold on, and barely held on. He wanted to use his ultimate move to get out of the predicament, or dodge and retreat, and regroup, but he couldn't find a chance. The rhythm of the opponent and the connection of moves seemed to be measured by a ruler without any flaw , Let the unique skills I have worked so hard to practice this year be useless at all!
During the fierce attack, Lou Cheng suddenly slowed down, and used his first hand to visualize the heavy and scorching "Emperor Yan" and the Vulcan Zhu Rong with his feet on the red dragon.
pedal! He stepped forward, pulled his right arm back, bent his bow and set an arrow, and shot out with a heavy fist.
The "Fire Department" simplifies the outer gang, the fist of implosion!
In the previous battles, Lou Cheng had used ice power a lot, exhausted it, and was no longer able to hold on to the "wake-up call". Even if he tried his best, the impact on Fang Zhirong would be limited, and it would be difficult to leave any injuries, so it was a waste of time.
At this time, Fang Zhirong was clearly at a loss for the enemy's changing rhythm and was not able to adapt to it, so he could only "hold on vigorously" and spray out his "alchemy", he clasped his palm upwards and slammed it under Lou Cheng's fist.
Boom!
It was as if a bomb exploded in his body, his blood was tumbling wildly, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.
Lou Cheng shrank his blood, and threw out another ice-cold fist, which hit Fang Zhirong's arm that was barely erected, causing him to stagger backwards, his muscles stiffened, and he quickly tried to hold the pill again, struggling contend.
Another visualization, another implosion, Lou Cheng expressionless, took a step forward, swung his right fist, and slammed down heavily, hitting the opponent's hastily erected arms.
Boom!
The corners of Fang Zhirong's eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth were red, his blood was churning to the point where it was difficult to circulate, and his internal organs were severely injured.
Lou Cheng withdrew his strength and tried to punch "Bing Po" again, but his head suddenly became dizzy, and his energy was beyond the limit.
Before he could hold the pill, the condensed Qi and blood dispersed.
Fang Zhirong was taken aback for a moment, then suppressed his injury, seized the opportunity, stretched his back, and swung backwards, jumping more than ten meters.
It wasn't over yet, he forced a turn and dodged to the side.
Lou Cheng regretted it for a while, tried to catch up, and tried again with normal attacks.
But as soon as he took a step, he felt that the sky was spinning and he almost fell, so he had no choice but to stop.
But when he stepped out, Fang Zhirong was like a frightened bird, shaking his weight, and retreated in a hurry, as if he was scared out of his wits.
Lou Cheng couldn't help laughing, and actually smiled.
This smile, he couldn't stop, it came from Fang Zhirong's overreaction, and from the joy of defeating Peng Leyun with difficulty!
"Ha ha… "
Lou Cheng shook his head, ignored Fang Zhirong and the referee, turned around, walked up to the stone steps with a smile, and left the ring casually.
S: Please recommend a monthly ticket~