On Sunday afternoon, Yan Xiaoling was still lying on the bed, but she had changed her position and chose to sit upright, placing her laptop on her lap.
"Fan Fan, Fan Fan, are you sure you have it?" She glanced at the computer, took her cell phone, and quickly sent a message to Huan Fan.
"Huanfan" said with the expression "The most ridiculous thing in the world": "Anyway, that 'Wei Rui Zishengguang' just posted that 'Qidao Video Website' has a live broadcast, and bought the copyright from Songcheng TV Station. She had already obtained the trailer before.
, such a small thing shouldn’t be wrong, right? It’s so annoying, the website is so stuck, the internet speed is so slow, and it hasn’t been buffered yet!”
After hearing what Huan Fan said, Yan Xiaoling, who had just woken up from her nap, continued to look for the live broadcast on the "Qidao Video Website" with a confused look on her face. A few minutes later, she finally found "Hongluo Martial Arts School vs.
"Songcheng University Martial Arts Club" is written next to it, and there are two entrances for the TV station's commentary and the website's commentary.
Yan Xiaoling swiped her hand and chose "Site Commentary". After a long and frustrating buffer, she finally saw the floor of the martial arts hall covered with tatami mats, and saw the Songda Martial Arts Club's group filing out and kneeling on their knees.
People saw the leader, Lou Cheng.
The broadcasting rights for the first stage of the trials were sold by the organizing committee to the TV stations in the respective competition areas, and the TV stations recovered part of the funds from the video websites. The money flowing to the organizing committee will eventually become the insurance fees for the participating warriors, and the operation of the event
Fees and broadcast share of the quarterfinals.
——Because there are no restrictions on registration, it is impossible to get a share once you participate. There are so many people who are cheating on funds. Only the teams that reach the top eight in the competition area after seven or eight games are qualified to profit from the trials.
"Hey, it's true!" Yan Xiaoling happily sent a message to Huanfan.
Huan Fan quickly replied: "I've seen it too, idols are becoming more and more stylish! Ah ah ah ah ah, I'm going to send the link to the Dragon Tiger Club forum so that those people can see it!"
The two little girls were busy for a while, watching the live broadcast again nervously and excitedly, waiting intently for the game to start.
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Deng Deng stared, two minutes before three o'clock, Zhao Qiang, Qiu Zhigao and Zhang Jingye finally overcame the weekend traffic jam and arrived at the Hongluo Martial Arts Hall in time. They were followed by four girls who were quite student-like, but they were all very fashionably dressed.
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Looking around, Zhao Qiang saw Cai Zongming, pointed at him happily and said:
"where are we going!"
The "audience seats" reserved for the visiting team were sparse, and there were still plenty of seats. Cai Zongming greeted him warmly and helped arrange for the girls to be seated, while privately complaining to Zhao Qiang and Qiu Zhigao:
"The aesthetics of art schools are really different from those of us normal people. At this age, shouldn't we wear clothes that bring out the youthful atmosphere and complement our student style? Isn't this dressing up too mature? I really want to wear it, but I'm afraid of it in a few years.
no chance?"
Zhao Qiang took a secret glance and said with a reserved smile:
"I feel very good."
His black-rimmed glasses reflected a bright light in the sunlight outside the window.
Cai Zongming smiled and said nothing more because the game was about to begin.
After everyone took their seats, the girl next to Zhang Jingye pulled his sleeve and said with a smile: "Which roommate are you talking about that is awesome?"
This girl has a lovely round face, is slightly smeared with foundation, and is wearing a relatively immature light pink coat. She is Zhang Jingye’s prospective girlfriend, Wu Qian from the Art Institute.
Hearing her question, the other three girls also looked at Zhang Jingye curiously, waiting for the answer. This was the first time in their lives that they had friends who could be broadcast live on TV - friends of friends of friends.
Zhang Jingye pointed to Lou Cheng, who was kneeling in the first row of the visiting team’s tatami:
"That one, do you see it? The one on the far left, the very energetic one..."
Wu Qian stretched her neck and smiled:
"I saw it, it looks pretty cool."
The other three girls were about to speak when they saw the referee in black walking into the bluestone ground in the center and said loudly:
"The first match between Hongluo Martial Arts School and Songdai Martial Arts Club."
"Fang Tong is right on the floor!"
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As soon as the referee made the announcement, there was warm applause and shouting. Although the number of spectators was not large, they all belonged to a group of relatives and friends, so they worked as hard as they could.
With the voices of "Hong Luo must win" and "Fang Tong must win" echoing in his ears, Lou Cheng stood up slowly and turned his head to look at Yan Zheke without making any attempt to hide it.
Yan Zheke boldly stared back at him, her eyes watery, like hidden stars. Her face was bright red due to emotions such as excitement, nervousness and worry. She clenched her fist and waved it, her pink lips opened and closed up and down, as if
He was saying "Come on" with his lips.
With a smile on his face, Lou Cheng bent down calmly, put on his shoes, and walked slowly along the aisle to the ring in the face of unfriendly eyes. The strength in his heart accumulated little by little, and he waited for the official battle.
The explosion after opening.
The number of spectators on the surrounding tatami is estimated to be only a hundred or more, and most of them belong to the peripheral students of the Hongluo Martial Arts School, as well as the relatives and friends they brought here. A small number of them belong to the family and friends of the participating disciples, and they are in the venue of the Songda Martial Arts Club.
The huge crowds of people are definitely incomparable, but because we are so close to the ring, the cheers and provocative sounds are more impactful, as if someone is yelling with their ears blocked.
Lou Cheng could be regarded as a warrior who had experienced quite a few scenes, and he was not afraid at all. He passed through the shouts and curses, through the shouts of irritating generals, through the defense line composed of eyes, and stepped into the arena made of bluestone ground.
During this process, he could even think of some trivial things:
"I'm afraid these shoes won't last long. A few more intense exertions on your feet will make them almost useless. The road to martial arts is really expensive..."
On the ring, the referee's left hand, Fang Tong, was already standing tall, with his hair standing on end, and his aura was ferocious, as if he would get angry at the slightest disagreement.
He is tall, over 1.85 meters tall, and his simple red fire martial arts uniform makes him look like a slim-fitting formal suit.
"Three minutes for dialogue." The referee looked at his watch and took a step back.
Fang Tong looked at Lou Cheng and said with a contemptuous smile:
"Are you very proud of yourself?"
"It only takes half a year to grow from a novice with no rank to a ninth-rank professional warrior. You are indeed worthy of being proud and proud."
"But I like to fight with so-called genius warriors like you the most. I like to see you scurrying about under my attack, I like to watch your feeble and futile struggle, I like to watch your eyes that doubt your life after a disastrous defeat, I like to watch
You look like you are cowering in front of me, do you know that there was once an eighteen-year-old ninth-grade genius warrior who was beaten to death by me and made him cry?"
"Hey, if you want to cry later, just go ahead and cry. Don't hold it back and go back to your mother for comfort!"
Lou Cheng listened quietly, and a line of introduction in the information suddenly flashed through his mind:
"Fang Tong is good at trash talk and can inspire generals..."
He closed his eyes and confirmed his play method one last time:
When you get on the ring, go all out and fight like a life-and-death struggle, without leaving any trump cards!
And I don’t have enough experience in life and death fights. I only have one time, so I can only use this as a reference.
With this thought, Lou Cheng recalled in his mind the details of the battle with the ninth grade Anbu: a whip hit his temple, two bloody eyeballs were squeezed and flew out; a cannon shot into the sky, and his vagina exploded
, blood and urine covered the floor; the spiritual power and secret method hit the mind directly, shaking the soul...
Compared with the panic caused by the Ninth Grade Anbu, Fang Tong's trash talk was like a child's swearing...
Gradually, Lou Cheng ignored Fang Tong's trash talk and felt that there seemed to be a croaking sound coming from a distant place, which did not affect his memories at all:
The secret method of mental aura creates stiffness, the poisonous needle force brings panic, and forcefully opens one's own frame... I am well prepared, bite the tip of my tongue lightly... The center of gravity is like mercury, dodge in time... The sound power is deafening, and another killing move... Cun Jin
Short attack, fire ability, seize the opportunity...
Scenes flashed through his mind, and finally settled on the scene of ANBU's ninth grade bleeding from its seven orifices, with the look in his eyes quickly fading, leaving unwillingness behind.
The scene froze, his eyes opened, and Lou Cheng looked at Fang Tong with eyes as condensed as ice.
"What's the use of practicing for a guy like you who hasn't been weaned yet? Really..." Fang Tong was talking vigorously, but he was suddenly stunned by such a non-deterrent look. For some reason, he felt deep in his heart
There was actually a slight chill, and I couldn't speak anymore for a while.
"start!"
At this moment, the referee waved his right hand.
Fang Tong raised his breath suddenly, and the muscles in his calves and thighs swelled, making his martial arts pants sharp and sharp, causing the clothes on his upper body to twitch, exposing muscles one after another.
Invasion is like fire, explosion is like fire!
Bang! He quickly approached, stepped forward and punched, pouring all his strength into his right arm. The sound of wind stirred up, the huge muscles stretched, the skin membrane was pulled, and he hit Lou Cheng hard.
If an ordinary person received such a punch, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die!
Lou Cheng lowered his waist and sat on his crotch, lightning struck in his mind, the snow mountain collapsed, and the rolling force surged to the soles of his feet, a majestic force that could not be cut off.
He moved his right foot horizontally and exerted force towards the ground in a semi-twisting posture. Suddenly he felt a rebound, a slightly spiral force from the foot to the leg, from the leg to the waist, and from the waist to the spine. Using this as an axis,
All the power wherever the confluence passes is directed to the right arm.
His right arm seemed to be bulging, and the membrane seemed to be stretched open. Lou Cheng clenched his fist and punched it, blocking Fang Tong's incoming hand.
When the two were about to come into contact, his joints changed, his muscles stretched, and he let out a short and vigorous force.
Bang! A layer of flames soared into the sky, covering Lou Cheng's hand, and then collided with Fang Tong's fist.
Fire power vs. burning power!
Bang! Amidst the muffled sound, Lou Cheng felt as if his right hand was being burned by fire. However, he had expected it and took advantage of the situation to throw his right arm back, causing a reverse momentum. Fang Tong's face changed slightly, and his right hand
In order to get rid of the burning pain, I instinctively threw it outward, and my chest and abdomen immediately opened wide.
On the tatami of the home team, Wang Hui, Jiang Guosheng and Pan Chengyun immediately changed their expressions.
Lou Cheng was unyielding. He twisted his back and tightened his thighs. With the help of the pressing force of his right foot and the momentum of his right arm, his left leg was like a soft whip, suddenly tightened and whipped fiercely and violently.
It was aimed between Fang Tong's legs, and he was still in the posture of stepping forward.
There was panic in Fang Tong's eyes, and he instantly imagined the scene of a fire burning his body. He involuntarily clamped his buttocks, exerted force on his muscles, forced his tail vertebrae, caused his back to bounce, hooked his legs and feet, and pounced to the side.
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Burning the body, people come to the room!
With just one pounce, Fang Tong opened a few meters away from Lou Cheng and avoided the fatal whip kick.
Lou Cheng, on the other hand, was not in a hurry. After kicking his whip leg, he immediately sank down, adjusted his muscles, and stepped heavily on the bluestone ground, directing the endless "big avalanche" and "electric fire pile" in his mind to the soles of his feet.
Boom! As if the ground was hit, Lou Cheng bounced up, followed by Fang Tong and jumped to the side. His speed was not slow at all. Where he originally stood, there were shallow marks on the bluestone!
One after the other, like two eagles chasing each other, Fang Tong just stood firm and turned around with the help of force. Lou Cheng had already arrived. He turned his body sideways, lowered his shoulders, his muscles bulged, and he slammed forward with all his strength, almost as if an avalanche was crushing him.
state.
Fang Tong was no longer able to dodge, so he could only hurriedly raise his arms and block him in front of him.
Boom! Fang Tong’s arms were painfully hit and pressed to his chest.
A collision followed by a pick and a throw, Lou Cheng's shoulder exerted force, and Fang Tong flew up, flew out of the ring, fell in front of the tatami, and almost knocked over several spectators.
The referee nodded slightly, appreciating Lou Cheng's last mercy, otherwise he would have to stop it to avoid death or injury.
He raised his right hand and said loudly:
"Lou Chengsheng!"
In a few breaths, Lou became victorious!
The entire martial arts hall, including the home team's side, was completely silent.
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Yan Xiaoling was looking at the screen in frustration because the signal was interrupted just now.
Ten seconds later, the signal was restored. She saw the collision between the two and heard the explanation:
"Everyone is welcome to continue watching. The competition has just begun, and there is no delay. As I introduced during the conversation, Fang Tong, who wears red martial arts uniform, is one of the top young masters in Songcheng. He has been a professional ninth-level player more than three years ago...