Martial Arts Master

In the live broadcast room of the video website, guest commentator Zhang Hezheng was full of praise for Lin Que's attack just now:

"Looking at these three moves separately, it's the same thing. The use of power skills is more important than the ingenuity of the moves, but the connection between them, hey, this connection is really just right, flowing, one link and one link. Without giving Fang Zhirong a chance to get rid of it, Lin Que has gained a bit of the essence of Doubu's combo."

"In the end Fang Zhirong failed to struggle and resist. Firstly, his arms were held, secondly, his joints were pressed against him, and thirdly, Lin Que must have had the corresponding force to penetrate into his body, which affected him. Otherwise, how can this combo be called 'Death Tribulation'?"

"When Lin Que grabbed Fang Zhirong back, everyone pay attention to his fingers, there is also a 'secret viciousness' performance, this should be the secret skill of the fighting department's 'Dou Zhuan Xing Yi'. If I guess correctly, it is probably from the Ji family." "Yin Yang Zhuan", it's risky, a bit risky, in Lin Que's realm, it's a bit risky..."

"Lin Que finally regained his strength, pressed his opponent like this, jumped up and hit the ground, if he didn't restrain his strength, with Fang Zhirong's current physique, he would lose half his life, and if he was unlucky, his spine just happened to be hit by a sharp stone. Mostly paralyzed..."

"Fang Zhirong is the same, hey, how should I put it, others are successful in one day and talk incoherently, but he succeeds in one move, forgets to be cautious, or wants to win too much, cares too much."

Listening to Mr. Zhang's explanation, bullet screens drifted past one by one:

"Damn it, Lin Que was so cool when he grabbed someone and threw him down!"

"Seeing it makes my blood boil!"

"Fang Zhirong hit the ring with a 'bang' on his back, I was so excited when I heard it, I was on fire!!"

"This is competition, this is martial arts."

"I said earlier that the one who burned is holding back, and I am too! But I support Shanbei!"

"The way Fang Zhirong slammed into the ground made me, who is familiar with romance novels, think of a word, a ravaged rag doll..."

"Hey, Fang Zhirong seems to have fallen behind. He has withdrawn from the competition of the world's favorite boy."

"You can't even beat Lin Que, you're a waste!"

"Damn it, is it a fake game... Just look at the odds!"

"It's in vain that I support him so much, it's really mud that can't support him!"

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The audience couldn't hide their disappointment. "Losing" is something that everyone doesn't like to see, but as supporters of the defending champion, after going through the tests of battles again and again, they still restrained their emotions and sincerely supported Lin Lin. Que clapped his hands, for his performance just now, for the last clap that made his adrenaline secrete.

They also responded with the utmost tolerance to Mu Jinnian's excited performance and excited shouts. Yan Xiaoling was taken aback for a while, and even suspected that there were not many supporters in Shanbei, and most of the people present were invited extras.

Uh, the demeanor is still good, you can let yourself go later! she thought silently.

Amidst the applause, the students in Shanbei subconsciously cast their eyes on the seats of the home team, waiting for the "king" here to pick up his "scepter" and ascend to his "throne" to ease everyone's disappointment.

He hasn't really failed since entering college!

Peng Leyun cast his eyes on the ring, unhurriedly unzipped his clothes, and took off his winter coat, revealing the martial arts uniform inside.

Shanbei’s martial arts uniforms were originally pure white, which contrasted with the style of loose black background and black border. In this way, it would be difficult for the audience to distinguish who was who during the fight, which was not conducive to broadcasting. Therefore, the defending champion displayed his demeanor and wore On spare black.

Peng Leyun was dressed in dark black, which set off his skin like white jade, with a faint glow flowing, and his whole person's temperament became more and more clean, like a god like a fairy.

And on the chest of his martial arts uniform, there are two patterns of crowns embroidered, which symbolize the two national university martial arts championships that Shanbei won—two years ago, there was none!

Under the watchful eyes of all the audience, Peng Leyun flicked his clothes backhand, withdrew his thoughts, and stood up with concentrated eyes.

The moment he stood up, the audience suddenly erupted, and countless voices merged into one cry:

"champion!"

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On the ring, Lin Que let go of Fang Zhirong, took two steps back, opened his mouth, and breathed heavily like thin air. This was due to the exhaustion that made him exhausted, and also because of the "dark poison energy" Remnants still affect his body.

——"Dark Poison Strength" has toxic implications, which can be completely resolved and eliminated by "Returning Strength and Holding Strength", unlike shocks and pains. A martial artist who has achieved great strength, but his body is not strong enough, may need medical treatment to truly recover.

When Lin Que didn't need to "return all strength" to deal with Fang Zhirong's "polar rotation", he already had the idea of ​​taking a risk to resist the "dark poison" and using "yin and yang rotation" to surprise the enemy. The reason for this is that Because he feels that the combination of Anbu and Plaguebu is cunning and poisonous, and if he is not careful, he will fall into the trap and lose the game helplessly. It is better to actively create opportunities and hold the victory in his own hands, even if he pays a lot for it. The price is not hesitant.

It is impossible to defeat an opponent like Fang Zhirong without spending or paying the price!

Although old man Shi specifically told him to "don't worry" before going on stage, Lin Que still believed in his own observation and judgment when playing on the spot.

Fang Zhirong struggled to stand up, his eyes were full of anger, angry at the enemy, and even more angry at himself.

If after injecting the "Dark Poison Energy" into Lin Que's body, he was not happy and didn't plan to take the opportunity to attack again. Instead, he would dodge immediately and pull out the distance like Anbu's normal style of play to prevent the opponent's fierce counterattack and wait for the poisonous attack. If you use it fully, there is no possibility of being injured by the "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" derivation skills!

In that case, Lin Que would not only have to consume one burst of alchemy to reduce the toxicity, but would also be weakened to a certain extent afterwards, and he would almost be sure of winning!

Regret and pain were like poisonous snakes, gnawing at Fang Zhirong's heart, causing him to turn around and stumble off the ring without regard to politeness, the pent-up anger in his body seemed ready to vent at any time.

He could already imagine what kind of comments would appear on the Internet, but thinking of these, he felt even more aggrieved, more regretful, more annoyed, and more painful!

When he met Peng Leyun on the way, Fang Zhirong was completely immersed in his own world, and he didn't notice him at all, or he didn't want to notice him.

Passing by, the two did not meet each other, Peng Leyun took a light breath, shook off the little emotions in his heart, walked to the front of the stone steps with a smile, and climbed up the ring step by step, without any outward momentum, relying on his own All kinds of halos made Lin Que subconsciously hold his breath.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, the arrogance of the world has its own power and intimidation!

At the visiting team's seat, Lou Cheng, Yan Zheke and the others also focused their expressions, suppressed the joy just now, and became serious and silent.

He did a "returning strength" before, and then completed the "three consecutive bursts", and the influence of "dark poison" still remained in his body. How much fighting power did Lin Que have left, and how much could he shake this world's proud man? point?

In the feeling of depression, only old man Shi muttered to himself: "Boy Lin is also a reticent person, tell him not to worry, tell him not to worry, he has to be so anxious, if Fang Zhirong was not provoked by him After a while, he also became anxious, wanted to win even more, be more rational and sober, and he lost... Hey, don’t listen to the old man, hey, hey.”

He didn't even suffer in front of his eyes!

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Amid the shouts of "Champion" in the stadium, Peng Leyun and Lin Que stood on both sides of the referee, taking their positions.

The referee did not delay, and announced loudly:

"Second game, start!"

The sound of "beginning" was still echoing, just when everyone thought that Lin Que would adopt a tactic of avoiding reality and ignoring reality, in order to preserve his energy and consume Peng Leyun as much as possible, and when the critical moment burst out to seize the opportunity, the energy and blood all over his body suddenly strengthened. A contraction, a condensation followed by a release and an expansion.

With a bang, it was as if a bomb had exploded under Lin Que's feet, and countless fragments splashed out in all directions. His whole body turned into a heavy truck running at high speed, rushing towards the sound with a posture of chasing the sound. If you lose your opponent, you can close the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

But as soon as he took a step, Peng Leyun seemed to have a premonition, his blood sank and congealed, his waist swayed, like a cloud, and he bounced out naturally and harmoniously, facing difficulties without avoiding the slightest bit.

With this bombing, there seemed to be an afterimage in the air. It seemed that in just a split second, Peng Leyun was the first to strike, and got in front of Lin Que.

Boom!

He stomped on the sole of his foot and shook the ring, making Lou Cheng, Li Mao and the others who were seated on the visiting team's seats feel the power of a galloping horse. After seeing Peng Leyun's arm, he swung it sharply, and threw out his fist like thunder piercing the sky.

Leibu, the thirty-sixth type, "blitz"!

Lin Que hastily stopped his figure, transformed the kinetic energy into strength, his muscles bulged, his arms were raised, his fists turned into cannonballs, and shot out with electricity.

He knew that Peng Leyun had a "blitz", but he didn't expect that the other party seemed to have predicted that he would die in advance!

Boom!

The "Meteor" exploded, turned into a wave, and submerged towards Peng Leyun, but the fist of this man of heaven forcibly broke up the shock wave, passed through the strong wind, and collided with Lin Que's right fist.

The muffled sound was covered by the sound of the explosion. Lin Que leaned back, as if he couldn't bear it, and was about to fall back, but he once again "clung hard", returned his blood, controlled the center of gravity, stabilized his frame, and stepped on the left side. Feet, pedal and plow.

Almost at the same moment, Peng Leyun hugged the pill in his belly, inflated his right leg, and sent a dark energy from the sole of his foot down.

puff!

There was a muffled sound from inside the arena, but the blue bricks did not crack!

Lin Que's "cracking the ground" was resolved in an understatement!

With the help of the rebound, Peng Leyun stretched his body, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the enemy's shoulders on both sides.

Lin Que felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder, so he hurriedly raised his arm, trying to parry it. At this moment, Peng Leyun's muscles protruded, like dragons, showing a sense of strength, but corresponding to this, he swung his back , flashed behind the opponent in a smooth manner, the position of the grasping hands did not change, but the way he came from was dragged abruptly and turned into an arc, no longer the same, and just avoided the obstruction.

Peng Leyun pressed down with both hands and clasped his fingers. Lin Que's body was suddenly paralyzed, and he froze there, almost limp.

The referee raised his right hand and shouted loudly:

"In the second round, Peng Leyun won!"

Exactly three moves, Peng Leyun wins!

Lin Que came over slowly, turned his head, looked at his calm opponent with complicated eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Thanks."

Thank you for not taking it lightly, and going all out for it!

Peng Leyun nodded with a smile, as if he had just played a game.

At the visiting team's seat, Lou Cheng let out a breath and took off his jacket.

The scenes of hard training over the past four months and the related discussions with Yan Zheke flashed into his mind in an instant.

Is it finally time to start?