Geng Qianqiu stood quietly on the ring, hearing the calls of thousands of people.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the moment calmly.
He used to be very proud, so proud that he was arrogant about everything, until he took the college entrance examination.
Just because he insulted Shen Qian in front of everyone, Li Jiaqi and Cao Qian's sister Cao Wen took action and easily defeated him in public.
How could Geng Qianqiu, who was born into an extraordinary family, had outstanding talents, and became a disciple of Uncle Kunhu, experienced such humiliation?
It was impossible for him to hold grudges against two women, so he could only transfer his hatred to that "country bumpkin" Shen Qian.
Even at that time, Geng Qianqiu didn't have any self-awareness. Even if Shen Qian won the national martial arts champion, he once thought that the other party might have better luck or have some insight into the inside story in advance.
But then, Geng Qianqiu experienced the bleakest years in his life.
The teacher who had always been kind to him put him in solitary confinement for two months after the college entrance examination.
In that dark confinement room, apart from the daily supply of training resources, there was only a bare simulator.
As soon as he logged into the simulator, the only thing that appeared in front of Geng Qianqiu was "Shen Qian".
Geng Qianqiu thought at the time that the teacher wanted him to defeat the phantom Shen Qian. Geng Qianqiu found hope and began to practice crazily. Whenever he made some progress, he would challenge "Shen Qian" in the simulator.
Once, twice...hundreds of times.
Geng Qianqiu found in despair that this "Shen Qian" could not be defeated at all.
Let alone defeat, even injuring the opponent is just a luxury.
Obviously his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. After realizing his shame and becoming brave, Geng Qianqiu broke through from the third level of a middle martial artist to the ninth level of a middle martial artist in just two months, and was only a hair away from being a high martial artist.
But...it's useless.
No matter what means he tried, the only result was to be ruthlessly suppressed, and even the time he lasted did not change qualitatively.
Finally Geng Qianqiu figured it out.
He realized that this was simply an obstacle deliberately set by the teacher for him, and there was absolutely no way he could defeat this "Shen Qian" who seemed to be Shen Qian.
So Geng Qianqiu started practicing without any distractions, and his progress became faster. He thought that the teacher just wanted to sharpen him, and he couldn't really pass this test anyway.
Until one day two months later.
When Uncle Kunhu appeared in the solitary room, Geng Qianqiu had just told his guess, but Uncle Kunhu looked at him with extremely complicated eyes, which seemed to contain a hint of disappointment.
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
Geng Qianqiu, who was inexplicably flustered, asked in confusion.
"Do you think this 'Shen Qian' is a phantom created by me?" Uncle Kunhu just pointed at the simulator and said.
"Isn't it?" Geng Qianqiu didn't believe it, "How could the real 'Shen Qian' be so strong..."
"You are wrong."
"Teacher..."
"The 'Shen Qian' you are facing is a mirror image I generated by restoring the data of the actual combat level of the college entrance examination at some cost..."
In Geng Qianqiu's disbelieving eyes, Uncle Kunhu said lightly, "In other words, he is the real 'Shen Qian'."
"Furthermore, his level is only that of a beginner martial artist."
The real Shen Qian...
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, making Geng Qianqiu instantly turn pale.
The last sentence was more like the straw that broke the camel's back, causing Geng Qianqiu to collapse on the ground and become breathless.
He couldn't figure it out, but he knew better...it was impossible for the teacher to make such a boring joke with him.
"Go, go see it with your own eyes, and feel it. This may be your destiny, but it may also be your destiny. The world is separated by just a thought."
After Uncle Kunhu whispered softly, he dropped a piece of Jiangzhong Junwu's admission notice at Geng Qianqiu's feet and left.
Since then, the teacher has never contacted him again.
Geng Qianqiu had no choice but to come to Jiangzhong Junwu.
Perhaps because he had sufficient psychological preparation, Geng Qianqiu found that his mentality was far more peaceful than he imagined.
At the entrance ceremony, when Shen Qian was provoked by the eight provincial champions, he just watched with cold eyes.
In this short period of half a year, Geng Qianqiu truly felt the despair of facing Shen Qian.
When he finally let go of his pride and admitted the gap with his opponent, Geng Qianqiu was surprised to find that he had so easily broken through the barrier from a middle martial artist to a high martial artist.
He is progressing at a speed countless times faster than before.
Until today, he finally stood on the stage of the "Nine Heavens Cup" and was almost on the verge of completing the terrifying achievement of piercing through Shen Wu with one person.
He felt the invisible forces slowly gathering toward him among the boiling crowds.
It’s hard to explain, and it’s hard to see, let alone touch, but something has definitely changed.
"Is this...the power of luck?"
Geng Qianqiu murmured to himself, and a smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
The teacher mentioned this power to him.
It may seem useless on the surface, but it is an indispensable cornerstone of martial arts for every warrior who aspires to the stars and the sea.
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Inside the Jiangzhong Military and Military Lounge.
While everyone else sighed and sighed that Lao Geng had finally "made his mark" under someone's shadow, Shen Qian frowned slightly.
He felt that Geng Qianqiu was a little carried away.
It’s not that you can’t end the battle cleanly, and it’s not that you can’t have some fun after a long period of depression, but...
Geng Qianqiu's attack was too ruthless and he lost his sense of control in his arrogance.
Others may not pay much attention to the loser, but in Shen Qian's mental perception, the two Shenwu students who were carried off the field could almost be described as "seriously injured and on the verge of death."
Such behavior will definitely arouse the collective hatred of Shenwu students. The most important thing is that Geng Qianqiu seems to have forgotten his warning.
Suddenly, Shen Qian felt something and slowly raised his head.
……
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At first glance, it sounded like slight footsteps, but it seemed to resound in everyone's heart.
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Gradually, the noisy main stadium became quiet.
Everyone turned their heads in astonishment, looking closer at the ring and at the big screen from a distance. On the escalator leading to Shenwu's preparation room, a person was walking up slowly.
The visitor has three-dimensional facial features, deep brows, and a slightly feminine appearance, which leaves a very deep impression on people.
With just one glance, everyone recognized this peerless genius who has long occupied the top three positions on the Qianlong list.
Shen Wu, Cao Qian!
"Cao Qian, it's Cao Qian!"
"How did he make the sound of his footsteps? Why can't I hear it from the stereo even though it's so far away?"
"It's an illusion, it should be the effect of the sound."
"Whatever, this is the ultimate showdown. This one will definitely be exciting. Let me make a short video first..."
The crowd was excited again.
Probably no one expected that in just the third game, Cao Qian, who was originally sitting on the bench, would actually come on the field.
Geng Qianqiu also opened his eyes and looked directly at the young man standing at the edge of the ring.
"Cao Qian, long time no see." Geng Qianqiu smiled faintly.
Cao Qian also came from the first province in the southwest. Before Shen Qian became famous, Geng Qianqiu had regarded him as his biggest competitor in the college entrance examination, so the two were no strangers to each other.
"Do you think I came here to catch up with you?"
Unexpectedly, in the face of Geng Qianqiu's "greetings", Cao Qian replied directly and indifferently, "Are you worthy?"
The whole place was in shock.
Cao Qian's sharp and unabashed opening remarks exceeded everyone's expectations.
Even the most obtuse person can smell the strong smell of gunpowder.
"Whether I am worthy or not, it seems that it is not you who has the final say."
After Geng Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, his expression turned cold.
"Really?"
Cao Qian suddenly grinned and turned to look at the Shanhai referee, "Can we start?"
Shanhai referee probably didn't expect Cao Qian to be so impatient. After confirming with the host, he looked at Geng Qianqiu.
"Classmate Geng Qianqiu, are you ready?"
"Always here for you!"
Although Geng Qianqiu was responding to the Shanhai referee, his stern eyes were fixed on Cao Qian.
"Beep!"
After the Shanhai referee confirmed it, he blew the whistle directly as everyone watched with bated breath.
The moment the whistle fell, Cao Qian...disappeared.
The "Nine Heavens Cup" has been going on so far, and this is not the first time that the audience has seen this kind of trick.
Now even the children in front of the TV know that when the speed exceeds the trajectory of visual tracking, there will be a "big change of life" situation on the field.
But this time, something seems different.
Most people can't tell what's different, they just feel vaguely weird.
"Not good!"
"Old Geng is going to suffer a loss..."
In the military lounge in Jiangzhong, Zhao Keyi's solemn voice and Shen Qian's sigh sounded almost at the same time.
"What do you mean, don't you just need to go faster? Old Geng can do it too!"
Everyone looked over in confusion, and Yue Dakan asked.
"It's different...haven't you noticed, there is no wind..."
Zhao Keyi frowned.
No wind?
Everyone was startled at first, and then their expressions changed.
Their strength may still be a bit lacking, but they definitely have the corresponding vision. They just need to pierce the window paper.
No wind... means no trace.
Having no trace means being unable to resist!
These three seemingly simple words contain a realm of body skills that is difficult for them to understand.
It may not be the first time that the "disappearance technique" has appeared in "Nine Heaven Cup", but it is definitely the first time that there is no "disappearance technique" without wind.
On the court, Geng Qianqiu's expression also changed slightly, and his vigilance had been raised to the extreme.
He didn't even dare to move at all, for fear that if he showed the slightest flaw, he would be caught in a violent storm.
The scene in the arena is weird, as if Geng Qianqiu is facing the air alone as if he is facing a powerful enemy.
But inexplicably, everyone can feel the oppressive and tense atmosphere.
"Do I need a sneak attack to beat you?"
Just when Geng Qianqiu was concentrating on trying to find Cao Qian's traces, Cao Qian appeared from ten meters away like a ghost, with a sneer on his face, "You think too highly of yourself!"
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Qian jumped up high, his body transformed into a strange posture, and after a brief delay, he smashed down directly towards Geng Qianqiu like a sledgehammer.
The trajectory was so simple and crude that the audience at the scene did not even need to watch the slow playback on the big screen to clearly capture the extremely direct action.
Geng Qianqiu's face was extremely gloomy, he shouted lowly, but he didn't even give way, he also merged into one, and hit Cao Qian like a thunderous thunder.
This is not only the simplest competition of strength, but also momentum!
Taking a step back is equivalent to giving up the opportunity. How could Geng Qianqiu tolerate it?
Bang!
A dull sound like the collision of meteorites resounded throughout the entire venue, and then, amidst the horrified gazes of countless people, without even a pause, a figure bounced hard again at a speed three points faster than when it left.
Come back.
Boom!
Amid the violent tremors, a big hole was created in the arena by the figure that smashed down. It took several seconds for it to return to its original state.
Everyone was silent.
Everyone stared blankly at Geng Qianqiu, who was lying on the ground with a trembling body and blood clots constantly spitting out from his mouth. Their thinking was somewhat stagnant.
In such a collision, there will be a winner or lose, which is expected by everyone.
But no one could have imagined that the outcome would be so disparate, without even the slightest suspense.
Geng Qianqiu roared angrily and finally struggled to stand up again. However, when he staggered back cautiously and found that Cao Qian was just standing there with a half-smiling smile and no intention of pursuing him, his face turned blue.<
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Just like Cao Qian could have taken advantage of his physical skills to carry out a sneak attack, but the other party stood up boldly, at this time the other party's behavior only had one meaning...
Humiliation!
This is unabashed humiliation.
"Now, do you regret it?"
Cao Qian folded his hands and asked calmly.
"What a joke, what do you think I am, Geng Qianqiu? The word 'regret' does not exist in my dictionary at all."
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Geng Qianqiu chuckled and said disdainfully.
"That's good, I'll give you a chance to admit defeat, but I hope you... don't slap yourself in the face so quickly."
Cao Qian smiled lightly and strolled over.
His speed is not fast, and his calm appearance is more like a joke than a serious battle.
"Pretending!"
Geng Qianqiu sneered, and after calming down the chaotic qi in his body, he shouted loudly and advanced instead of retreating. His vitality surged in his body, and he rushed forward to face Cao Qian.
Whoa!
Geng Qianqiu's punch, which contained terrifying power, missed. Cao Qian turned slightly to one side, and then kicked Geng Qianqiu directly on the shoulder blade with a lightning-fast kick.
Click!
With an uncontrollable groan, Geng Qianqiu was kicked away again, and his arm had been twisted into a strange shape.
But Geng Qianqiu, who was sweating profusely, just gritted his teeth, stabilized his body, and rushed forward again without saying a word.
Facing the opponent's overwhelming strength, Cao Qian showed no mercy and beat Geng Qianqiu away again and again.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
The noisy voices in the main stadium gradually disappeared, and were replaced by all kinds of whispered discussions, mixed with countless pities.
They were shocked by how terrifying Cao Qian was, how he could easily suppress a peerless genius, and they were also confused by Geng Qianqiu's stubbornness, who was still unwilling to bow his head even though his body was already badly damaged.
Obviously the referee has asked him several times if he wants to admit defeat.
His injuries are not fatal and he will not faint, but the pain will make life worse than death.
Cao Qian didn't seem to be in a hurry to end the battle, and he almost made it clear that he was torturing Geng Qianqiu.
Gradually, the whole place fell silent.
It was so quiet that only the dull sound of flesh being struck and the crisp sound of bones being broken were echoing.
Many girls even couldn't bear to close their eyes.
Until a certain moment, with Cao Qian's soft "Hey", the situation on the field suddenly changed.
Geng Qianqiu, who had been lowering his head as if he was just holding on, when Cao Qian's right fist struck again, his whole body's energy suddenly changed, and a quiet but decisive momentum suddenly emerged from his body.
Exploded out.
His speed suddenly increased.
Bang!
Cao Qian's right hand was tightly clamped by Geng Qianqiu's broken arm. Immediately afterwards, Geng Qianqiu roared and turned his body in an incredible trajectory. While breaking his arm, Geng Qianqiu gave a headbutt.
It hit Cao Qian hard on the back from a completely impossible angle.
"Pfft!"
Cao Qian immediately opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his entire face turned pale instantly.
"You are looking for death!"
The furious Cao Qian lost his previous calmness, and with a sudden bounce of his body, he threw Geng Qianqiu hanging on him away. Then, Cao Qian stomped the ground with his right foot, and shot towards Geng Qianqiu in the air like a shooting star.
Rush away.
But this time, his fists were aimed at Geng Qianqiu's Dantian...the place where the most meridians in the body converge.
With his strength of over 10,000 kilograms, facing Geng Qianqiu who is exhausted, Geng Qianqiu will not die with this punch, but he will have to lie in bed for at least half a year.
At this moment, not even the Shanhai referee's whistle could stop the violence in his heart.
Phew!
At this moment, there was a flash of fire in the air, and a figure flashed between the two of them like a ghost. It was so fast that it even surpassed the mountain and sea referee.