"In the second round, Fang Zhirong won!"
Hearing the referee's announcement and watching Lou Cheng's back, Fang Zhirong was stunned on the spot. Immediately, his blood surged, he was ashamed and angry, and his fists were creaking.
"He was seriously injured, those two punches should be implosion punches..." In the live broadcast room, the host Liu Chang said half in amazement and half seeking confirmation.
However, he didn't hear the expected answer, whether it was affirmative or negative, the silence around him was eerily strange.
what happened? Liu Chang turned his head and looked at his partner, only to see that He Xiaowei's expression was dull, his lips were pursed, his face was blue and red, and he looked out of control.
Hey, what does Fang Zhirong's injury have to do with you? Why is it like losing all your property? Liu Chang was confused for a while, full of doubts.
At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he remembered something from the past, and instantly understood the reason:
He Xiaowei swore with a curse that if the emperor could win the championship, he would shave all the hair on his head!
After receiving two implosion punches from the weak and inhuman, Fang Zhirong's injuries cannot be recovered in three to five days. When he played in the imperial capital, he can still display 50% of his strength, which is considered great!
It seems that the casual tainted milk has to give way to the "well-prepared" one!
Liu Chang looked He Xiaowei's head up and down, his mouth was tightly pursed, his cheeks and neck trembled slightly, and he forcibly held back his smile.
It seems that we can probably look forward to it...
What kind of scene will it be...
I can't help it, hahahaha!
...
All the way back to the seat, seeing that everyone was still a little stunned, Lou Cheng laughed and asked:
"What's wrong?"
Although I don't expect to win this game, don't wait too long to make an appearance!
The corner of Cai Zongming's mouth twitched and said:
"Have you considered us?"
"What's the situation?" Lou Cheng looked confused.
"You lose if you say you lose, what a joke!" Classmate Xiao Ming pointed at Fang Zhirong on the ring with grief and indignation, "Look at him, he is obviously full of anger, and he will definitely vent it to Xiao Yangzi later And me, blood abuse us!"
Even if that guy is seriously injured and has declined in all aspects, he is not something that can be challenged by the top nine ranks!
Lou Cheng suddenly realized, solemnly stretched out his hand, patted "King of the Mouth" on the shoulder, and said in relief:
"Don't worry, there are referees!"
... Cai Zongming laughed back angrily: "If you say it, it means you didn't say it!"
It makes the calves tremble even more, doesn't it!
At this time, Deng Yang made an expression of resigning himself to death, fist bumped with Lou Cheng and the others one by one, and walked towards the ring with his head held high.
Watching him take a few steps forward, Lou Cheng took back his phone and shared his joy and joy with Yan Zheke.
Going up the stone steps, Deng Yang stood opposite Fang Zhirong who had done a "hold back force" to weaken the impact of the internal injury, and saw the enemy's gloomy face and black eyes full of fury.
He shuddered involuntarily, as if a poisonous snake had locked his throat, and a sniper rifle had locked his temple.
Is this the suppression of the aura of the sixth-rank alchemy realm? Deng Yang tried his best to soothe Qi and blood, making his skin glow.
Shizhou Island, "Quenching Jade Jue"!
The referee didn't give Fang Zhirong any more chances to calm down. He raised his right hand and swung it down suddenly:
"start!"
Fang Zhirong didn't wipe the blood from his mouth and nose, he bent his back, and walked in a meandering way, and approached Deng Yang strangely and quickly.
Deng Yang's movement was weak, he dodged a few times, but he couldn't get rid of it, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.
At this moment, Fang Zhirong withdrew his blood and held it in his lower abdomen, and then exploded with a bang, rushed out, and swelled his legs.
Click! A spider's web appeared under his feet, and with a sudden pounce, he got close to Deng Yang, and punched straight with his right fist!
Deng Yang took a breath, puffed his temples, raised his arms, and made the most conservative parrying posture.
Suddenly, two muscles on Fang Zhirong's back protruded like butterflies, and his spine was pulled aside suddenly, driving his body to change direction, and he dodged to the opponent's side in one step.
Snapped!
He poked his left palm sharply, with five fingers spread out, gleaming blackness, like terrible fangs.
Deng Yang's moves were old and lacking in focus, seeing that it was difficult to dodge, his face turned pale, he clenched his teeth, bulged his biceps, tightened his sleeves, and swung actively obliquely.
Tear! His sleeves split open, revealing the sapphire skin clasped by Fang Zhirong's five fingers.
Before the negative feelings such as weakness and shortness of breath emerged, Deng Yang's expression suddenly became ferocious, and a layer of jade-colored brilliance appeared.
He suddenly exerted force on his feet, bent his shoulders to corners, and leaned fiercely to the side!
boom! Fang Zhirong's qi and blood were still tumbling, and his body's reaction was a little slow. He only had time to raise his right arm, and was in front of him.
Arms trembling, holding it firmly, Fang Zhirong's qi and blood stagnated, and his internal injuries were almost detonated. He Xiaowei in the live broadcast room swayed, as if this "Iron Mountain Kick" actually hit him.
But Deng Yang's "dark vicious energy" was released, and his energy suddenly disappeared, and his breathing became difficult, so he could only bury his head and gasp for air.
The difference in realm is too great, and the effect is naturally surprisingly good!
Fang Zhirong's face turned red, then turned green immediately, his right arm was put forward to hold it, and his left fist was about to burst into the opponent's lower abdomen.
At this time, a hand stretched out and resisted his attack.
The referee raised his other hand, exhaled and said:
"In the third round, Fang Zhirong won!"
Phew, Fang Zhirong exhaled foul air, retracted his fist in anger, and stood up straight.
Deng Yang panted again and again, and finally recovered. After bowing his hands and saluting, he walked down the ring in a nonchalant manner.
As soon as he walked a few steps, Wang Dali and others came up to him and supported him who was weak.
"Go to the emergency room and get some oxygen?" Lou Cheng suggested.
"Yeah." Deng Yang nodded slightly, panting, and said with a wry smile, "I, I did my best..."
"You played well!" Lou Cheng praised sincerely, stretching out his fist.
Deng Yang raised his hand weakly, touched him, completed the ceremony, and was sent to the emergency room.
Cai Zongming next to him took a breath and looked at Lou Chengdao:
"Can I abstain?"
"What do you think?" Lou Cheng looked at him amusedly.
"I think it's okay..." Classmate Xiao Ming gritted his teeth and said with a distorted expression, "You think I'm afraid? What's there to be afraid of! Anyway, there are referees!"
He strode forward majestically and approached the stone steps imposingly. When he was about to step onto the ring, he calmed down, smiled hidden, and remained calm.
Well, it's time to enter the scope of the live broadcast!
Can't leave an ugly side...
When he came to the center, Cai Zongming shuddered suddenly when he was caught by Fang Zhirong's devouring eyes.
He quickly calmed down, and comforted himself with words:
"Just a dead man, just a dead man..."
Fang Zhirong vaguely heard that the veins on his forehead popped violently, and he almost failed to stabilize the injury.
The referee was almost amused, shook his head and raised his hand, and shouted:
"start!"
Click!
As soon as Fang Zhirong started, he made a "holding force" and put his feet on the ring, uncharacteristically, he went straight to Cai Zongming, as fast as a thunderbolt.
In a blink of an eye, the enemy is already approaching, Xiao Ming's heart tightened, and according to the predetermined plan, he pressed his feet inward and raised his arms to block.
His two hands were holding each other's cuffs in a rather weird posture.
Snapped! Fang Zhirong spread his five fingers and clasped the enemy's forearm.
At this moment, two sounds of tearing and pulling sounded at the same time. Cai Zongming tore off the sleeve, turned the cloth into a flag, and swelled the airflow, circling Fang Zhirong's palm in the opposite direction.
Immediately afterwards, with a flick of his elbow, he swung his forearm and hit the opponent's face. His knuckles were ready to complete the second attack.
Fang Zhirong's face darkened, he pulled his shoulders, and raised his other arm, staining the edge of his palm with a touch of blue.
Snapped! With a flip of his palm, he hit the enemy's bare arm.
In an instant, Cai Zongming felt the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, the knife scraping the bone, and ten fingers inserting needles. He instinctively hugged his arms back and shouted out!
Cold sweat protruded from his forehead, his expression was pale, and he seemed about to faint.
The twenty-seventh form of "Department of Plague", "Scorpion Tail Needle"!
This is a great way to magnify pain!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Zhirong raised his hips and was about to bend his knees and bump forward.
The referee raised his leg in time to block the blow, raised his right hand and said:
"In the fourth round, Fang Zhirong won!"
"The final result, Shanbei University Martial Arts Society wins!"
Fang Zhirong took a breath, calmed down a little, and raised his hands to the audience supporting him, applauding.
Cai Zongming was in a daze, and walked towards the ring dully, every step seemed to be enduring extreme pain, exhausting all the strength in his body.
He was relieved when he was supported by Lou Cheng and Wang Dali, feeling the pain began to subside, and said the first sentence:
"Fuck! It hurts!"
I'm relieved that you're so lively... Lou Cheng chuckled and asked casually:
"How did you feel just now?"
"Feeling? I'm starting to doubt life!" Xiao Ming replied with a rich expression.
The first game of the semi-final ended here, Songda was eliminated, and Shanbei entered the final for the third time in four years.
For the failure, Lou Cheng and the others had long been mentally prepared, they were not too sad, they just felt a bit disappointed and mixed.
After watching Ren Li show off her might and lead the Martial Arts Club of Imperial Capital Academy to the finals, Songda and his group returned to the hotel in a minibus.
As soon as Lou Cheng entered the lobby, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes greeted him with a smile on his face.
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he has a rather elegant demeanor. He introduced himself:
"I am a representative of Dragon Tiger Club."