Martial Arts Master

After the ring was cleaned up, the referee brought Li Mao and Fei Sanli closer, then raised his right hand, announcing the start of the game.

Li Mao has been in peace for several months. "Blizzard's Twenty-Four Strikes" is no longer mere superficiality, and he is already in shape and spirit, so he takes the initiative to step forward, trying to rush to attack, looking for opportunities to launch moves.

At this moment, his body was trembling slightly, and there was still a little nervousness, but this was not a morbid expression that could affect judgment and performance, but a normal level of wanting to win and fear of losing, which made hormones secrete and nerves excited.

For Li Mao's opening attack, Fei Sanli had expected it a long time ago, and he didn't fight or avoid the sharp edge of "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes".

His bald head reflected the indoor light, creating a somewhat ferocious appearance.

When the two were about to collide, Fei Sanli turned sideways suddenly, raised his left arm, swung his elbow sharply, blasted the air, and slammed into the opponent's chest.

Li Mao was not in a hurry, visualized the avalanche, raised his arms, supported with one hand, pushed with the other, firmly blocked the enemy's elbow, and took advantage of the situation, tensed his back, and was about to kick his legs to counterattack .

But Fei Sanli is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he followed closely, with the help of the collision, he swung his waist violently, and swung his arms sharply, so that his right fist shot towards the opponent's face, above the bridge of the nose and below the center of the eyebrows!

Li Mao straightened his spine, channeled his strength, let his left arm flick, raised it in front of his face, and held it firmly.

boom! The boxing made a muffled sound, stirring up scattered wind.

But at this distance, Li Mao's eyes were affected first, and he became unconscious subconsciously, so as not to have the wind pour in and irritate his pupils!

This is the effect Fei Sanli wanted to achieve. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the opponent's line of sight was affected, he used his left elbow as a fulcrum, flicked out his forearm, spread his five fingers, and slapped Li Mao's throat fiercely and quickly.

The use of his throwing body punching move could have been used at the very beginning, but he held back his temper and waited until the enemy's eyes were blown by the wind before he could use it Shi Shiran.

Li Mao couldn't observe clearly for a while, and his judgment was lost. He was inevitably a little panicked. He didn't dare to rely on his feeling to force himself. He made a big step back with his feet, and quickly adjusted his muscles, trying to control the center of gravity in the shortest possible time.

Fei Sanli got this opportunity, how could he let it go, his blow missed, he hurried forward, and almost bullied his opponent, then his shoulder exploded, his palms became knives, and he slashed down from both sides.

Li Maogang stood firm, opened his eyes again, and had no time to dodge, he could only shake his arms, swing them back, and hit the enemy's sword.

During the fight, Fei Sanli turned his sword in the palm of his hand, turned it into a slash, stretched his back, moved his thigh, pulled out his left foot, and slammed it straight between the opponent's legs.

Snapped! His left leg was tensed into a whip, tearing the air flow all the way, making Li Mao's hair stand up, he turned his waist suddenly, and his lower body faced the enemy sideways.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his right leg, bent his knee and slammed it short.

This series of attacks made him a little flustered and frightening. Fortunately, he didn't lose his position and was unable to cope with it.

boom! Amidst the muffled sound, Li Mao borrowed strength, kicked his right foot down, and was about to lean over and punch, launching a counterattack with the force of a blizzard.

However, seeing that Fei Sanli failed to succeed, he had already rationally dodged and walked around behind him, not giving him a chance to make a move.

Seeing this situation, Li Mao calmed down his impetuous feeling, calmed down his emotions, adjusted his position, and saw the tricks, but at the same time he did not forget to look for opportunities and create a situation that suits him.

Clap clap! bang bang bang! The two sometimes fought close to each other, and sometimes wandered apart. Fei Sanli was sophisticated and smooth, and firmly controlled the rhythm, never allowing Li Mao's "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" to hit more than two times in a row.

They fought fiercely for several minutes, and the students were so addicted to watching, and felt the pain of punching to the flesh, they blew the small trumpet and tapped the inflatable hammer from time to time, as if they were here for a festival.

Li Mao adhered to the idea that Fei Sanli had played a lot of Ninth Career games and had recovered for less than a week. He didn't rush forward, played well, and waited for the opportunity to come.

At the height of the battle, he suddenly saw the bald man's knees go limp, and his sliding steps came to a standstill.

Chance!

Li Mao was refreshed, took a big step, exerted force on his feet, swung his right arm, and blasted forward a cannon punch that made the clothes rattle.

Fei Sanli quickly lowered his weight, raised his arms, and hurriedly resisted.

boom! Li Mao's right fist failed to open the opponent's frame, and bounced back, but he had already imagined the scene of the strong wind and snowstorm in his mind, slightly changed his posture, adjusted his muscles, and used his left arm to shake out the big gun. like a stab at the enemy's throat.

Fei Sanli didn't move his eyes, he clenched his fist with the other hand and punched it shortly, repelling the blow violently.

Once the blizzard started, it didn't stop. Li Mao took advantage of the situation and kicked.

But at this moment, his thighs suddenly felt sore, he paused when he exerted all his strength, and almost fell down by himself.

A smile appeared on Fei Sanli's face, he leaned forward, stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pinched Li Mao's neck.

Hmph, who doesn't know that "Blizzard 24 Strikes" is a test of "persistence"? I let you hit so many empty strikes before, just to consume your physical strength and bring you closer to the limit step by step.

In the end, he deliberately sold a loophole, forcing you to show off the "storm and snow", and at this time, how many tricks can you perform in a row?

Hehe, if you continue to fight steadily, I will really have a loophole, and it is not yet known who will win!

The referee raised his right hand and announced the result:

"Fei Sanli wins!"

Hearing this sentence, Fei Sanli withdrew his right hand, looked at Li Mao with a happy smile and said:

"Boy, you are too young."

Although everyone is a junior student, I have experienced many battles.

Li Mao let out a sigh of relief, feeling a little lost and sad, but more of a self-criticism and reflection, without that painful feeling.

Martial arts competition, how can there be no reason to win but not lose?

And Fei Sanli is indeed stronger than himself.

He turned and walked towards the stone steps, while the students in the stands shouted encouragement:

"Li Mao, come on!"

"You played well!"

They are very sure about the final result, and the short-term failure did not affect their emotions at all.

Hearing these voices, Li Mao smiled, raised his hands, and applauded in gratitude, without any remorse or pressure remaining.

At the home team's seat, Lou Cheng looked sideways at Yan Zheke and said with a smile:

"It seems to be bullying the weak."

Yan Zheke rolled his eyes at him, and hummed:

"If you don't solve the three tricks, don't come back~!"

She extended her hand and gave Lou Cheng a high five.

"Three tricks? Are you too lenient towards Chengzi?" Cai Zongming next to him interjected, "I'll take a bet!"

"What are you betting on?" Lou Cheng didn't rush to the ring, and bumped fists with the team members one by one.

Cai Zongming said without hesitation: "Bet on my integrity! Don't let yourself go!"

"Forget it, what's the point of betting on something you don't own?" Lou Cheng straightened his cuffs and walked towards the stone steps.

As soon as they saw him appear on the stage, the entire venue immediately clamored. Yan Xiaoling, who was standing in the aisle, Zhao Qiang, Li Liantong, who was standing in the seat, and others all raised their voices and shouted a name:

"Lou Cheng!"

The sound was overwhelming, as if they were welcoming their heroes!

Lou Cheng waved his hand, walked along the road, and came to the stone steps, while Mu Jinnian on the stand stamped his feet, secretly complaining that Coach Shi didn't let Lin Que go up.

Standing opposite Fei Sanli, Lou Cheng looked calm, his eyes were clear, he smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I will do my best."

This is respect for the fighters in the competition.

rest assured? I'm not worried at all! Please, stop respecting me! Fei Sanli took a deep breath, saw the referee raise his right hand again, and shouted loudly:

"start!"

He didn't even bother to say which round it was, it was the last round anyway.

Fei Sanli thought to himself that his physical strength was almost exhausted, so he didn't want to struggle to the death. Anyway, losing to Lou Cheng was not something to be ashamed of. In his heyday, he was still eight blocks away from the opponent, let alone now?

He took a few steps forward suddenly, swung his arms with momentum, and punched vigorously.

Lou Cheng smiled slightly, stretched the five fingers of his right hand, held the palm emptyly, and grabbed it. Just as the two touched, his blood suddenly flowed back, congealing in his lower abdomen.

Fei Sanli suddenly felt that his fist had fallen into nothingness, limp and without force, and then he saw the arm of the enemy on the opposite side become swollen, and felt a violent and majestic force rushing madly, as if he had encountered a true soaring to the sky. dragon

Lou Cheng's qi was gushing out, his back swung sharply, and with a flick of his arm, he threw Fei Sanli out, flying high.

Without any resistance, Fei Sanli entered the state of flying through the clouds, hurriedly adjusted his center of gravity, and tried to stabilize his body, but he was shocked to find that he hadn't lost his balance at all, he just flew up.

Snapped!

He landed on both feet, stood firmly, and saw the edge of the ring, from the outside!

With a flick, he was thrown directly out of the ring from a position close to the center, flying an unknown number of meters, and his center of gravity was stable without staggering!

The lightness of this weightlifting is simply terrifying!

Looking up in surprise, Fei Sanli looked at Lou Cheng, only to find that the other party put away his airs and stood there leisurely.

At this time, the referee also announced the final result:

"Lou Chengsheng!"

"Song Da Martial Arts Society wins!"

The students were stunned by the scene just now, feeling unscientific. They didn't recover until they heard the referee's voice, and blew the small trumpet to create a warm atmosphere.

When Lou Cheng turned around and stepped off the stage, they all shouted again:

"Lou Cheng! Lou Cheng!"

"Lin Que! Lin Que!"

"Song Da! Song Da!"

Enjoying this atmosphere, Lou Cheng returned to his seat, smiled and said to Yan Zheke:

"one move!"

Yan Zheke snorted, turned her head with a smile, and immediately looked at the ring, looking to both sides, thinking of the next sub-division, thinking of the final round in April next year.

At this time, Shu Rui brought the team over and recorded their celebrations.

"Lin Que, it's rare to see you playing with your phone." She caught sight of the expressionless young man pressing the screen with his head down.

Lin Que glanced at her, didn't answer, and continued to bury his head, typing characters in the search box:

"What's the joke about the hunter and the bear..."