When he climbed up the stairs, Li Mao felt less nervous than last time, because this was not a very important game, and it didn't matter if he lost. Why didn't he come even if he didn't see Coach Shi coming?
But why am I still feeling a little scared and my body is still shaking uncontrollably?
Is it because of the gazes of thousands of people around him? Is it because Yan Zheke performed so well in the past, which put pressure on himself, and he was unwilling to ruin a good situation?
Or is it that there is no reason, it’s just that I’m a born useless person, I can’t stand big events, and I have low self-esteem deep down, so why am I so nervous?
Li Mao, who felt disgusted with himself, stood opposite Feng Shaokun and saw the referee raising his right hand and was about to announce the start.
Me, I haven't adjusted yet... After a buzz, he felt that he was highly tense again. Although his thoughts did not become slow, he could not concentrate.
At this moment, a sentence suddenly flashed through his mind:
"Don't think about anything later, just remember this, slide left, kick low, and then punch."
"Sliding left, kicking low, then punching..." Li Mao muttered to himself silently, as if he was grasping at the last straw.
Feng Shaokun stopped breathing and felt the obvious tension from the enemy on the opposite side, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Fortunately it was him!
A few days ago, Feng Shaokun had thought about Li Mao's performance in the university martial arts competition and was deeply impressed by his stage fright. Therefore, he had already made up his mind to attack this opponent immediately and not give him a chance to recover.
!
Meeting this nervous guy despite a lot of exhaustion was simply a gift from God!
"The third game, start!" The referee did not give Li Mao time to adjust.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Shaokun's feet felt like stepping on ice floes, and the muscles on his back "flapping" like wings, he approached his opponent with a fast and fierce attitude.
"Slide to the left, low kick, then punch..." Li Mao didn't think anything, and followed his instinct to slide to the left to dodge, then tightened his thighs, bent his knees, and kicked low.
Come out and kick Feng Shaokun directly in the joint.
Feng Shaokun didn't expect Brother Nervous to dodge in time, so the tiger-hug split punch that he was preparing to attack had to be stopped abruptly, and he turned to twisting his waist, swinging his legs, and kicking sideways to block it.
Bang! After foot to foot, Li Mao was like a robot. He instinctively adjusted his muscles, borrowed a little strength, pulled his right arm back, clenched his fist and fired.
Sliding left, low kick, then punch!
Feng Shaokun's right arm shook, and the tiger fist roared out, confronting the opponent head-on without showing any weakness.
Bang! Amidst the muffled sound, Feng Shaokun felt pain in his right arm. He didn't exert enough force, and his opponent forcefully opened his fist.
Oops! The aftermath of the fierce battle just now! He made a prompt decision, using his left foot as a fulcrum, swinging his right hand sideways and behind, and pulling his body to the right direction.
Li Mao succeeded with a punch, as if he had entered the rhythm of training, his body's instincts swayed, and he used his strength again to blast out his left fist, directly hitting Feng Shaokun's wide-open chest.
I actually have the upper hand?
I didn't fail?
Just as simple as "swipe left, low kick, then punch"?
At this time, Li Mao finally woke up from his dream and returned to the rhythm of the game. Although there was still a little tension left and his thoughts were still a little unclear, he could at least think and judge the situation on the court.
But the current situation does not require him to make any complex analysis, nor does he need to be resolute and decisive, he only needs to skillfully deploy the Blizzard's Twenty-Four Strikes as usual training!
Bang! Feng Shaokun twisted his back and shoulders in time, clenched his left fist, and struck with his body. Hengjiang intercepted and withstood Li Mao's mountain cannon.
Li Mao's mind gradually became clearer and his attention became more focused. He felt that the rhythm of the game was so good that it made him feel like he was back on the practice field.
And a "familiar" environment can effectively reduce tension!
He swung his left fist back, letting the power flow into his spine and through the soles of his feet. Then, using his back as an axis, he whipped out a whip kick and hit Feng Shaokun's lower body.
Seeing this scene, Lou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and was secretly happy for Li Mao. He no longer stayed on the sidelines and easily returned to the coaching seat.
Feng Shaokun, on the other hand, was quite depressed. Knowing that he was once again trapped in the suppression of the Blizzard's twenty-four attacks, he no longer hesitated and responded with a whip kick. Then, he took a sharp breath, his face flushed, and he bulged.
The temples were raised.
Boom! There seemed to be gunpowder exploding in Feng Shaokun's body, prompting him to use his right fist to counterattack with jets of air, fighting for attack.
Li Mao, who had gradually become accustomed to the atmosphere of the competition, was now able to simply analyze and make quick judgments. He thought that the opponent would consume a lot of energy, so he did not shy away from the edge and used the borrowed power to beat the drum hard.
Bang!
The two of them each shifted their weight and took a step back. Feng Shaokun seized the opportunity, launched Crane Step, and flew to Li Mao's side, clenched his fist into tiger claws, and slashed down suddenly.
If it were Li Mao a few moves ago, he would probably have been able to resist this blow subconsciously, but at this moment, when he raised his right arm, he also lowered his center of gravity.
Snap! As soon as the tiger fist hit his right arm, Feng Shaokun suddenly transformed into a "crane's beak" and used the force to peck Li Mao's temple.
However, Li Mao followed the trend of his right arm sinking due to the beating, bent his knees, and dropped his center of gravity, making his body suddenly shorter and avoiding Feng Shaokun's pecking.
At the same time, he exerted force with his left foot, turning his entire body into a cannonball and crashing into Feng Shaokun's chest and abdomen.
Feng Shaokun did not put up any force, stepped on the crane step, moved out of the way nimbly, changed his position and fought again.
Within a minute, he launched an offensive continuously, but Li Mao, who had already calmed down, seemed to have returned to the twelfth lunar month of winter, back to the days when he braved the darkness, faced the cold wind, listened to the sound of firecrackers, and worked hard. He no longer panicked.
Every move is very impressive and can be defended without leakage.
It was this month that he truly mastered Blizzard's Twenty-Four Strikes!
As he continued to fight, Li Mao suddenly noticed that Feng Shaokun's strength had weakened a lot, and there was also a slowness between steps that was not there just now.
He had reached his limit! Once the judgment was made, Li Mao didn't think too much to avoid hesitation, and immediately slipped and pounced towards his opponent.
Feng Shaokun's heart tightened, and he abandoned all distracting thoughts. His spine bounced, his back squirmed, and he raised his hands, turning into crane wings, and fiercely slapped Li Mao's temples on both sides.
When his palms were about to hit his opponent's raised arms, he suddenly raised his hips, changed his center of gravity, assumed a golden rooster's independent stance, and kicked out his right foot soundlessly, just like a tiger's kick.
Tiger and crane attack together!
There were two snaps, and just as Li Mao resisted the "Crane's" slaps, he saw the enemy's fatal attack with his right foot. He was unable to resist for a moment, so he fell to the ground and rolled around.
While rolling, he felt quite sad in his heart. He had finally managed to perform normally, but he seemed to have fallen into the enemy's trap and was about to fail.
At this moment, Li Mao suddenly realized that Feng Shaokun had not caught up in time, leaving a gap for himself.
Is he really tired?
Was this the final counterattack?
As his thoughts turned, Li Mao flicked his back, Li Yu straightened up, and stood up again. Facing Feng Shaokun who had just approached, he pressed his feet inward, driving his spine, and fired a fierce cannon punch.
Snap!
Feng Shaokun raised his right arm and blocked it in time, but his body swayed involuntarily, and it was obvious that he had reached his limit.
Li Mao gained the upper hand and showed no mercy, and punched out again.
Bang! Feng Shaokun's hands were weak, and his frame was completely opened.
Li Mao's eyes almost turned red as he slid closer, turned his body sideways, and bumped into him fiercely.
Feng Shaokun leaned back and tried to avoid, but there was a feeling of emptiness in his body and he was unable to maintain his center of gravity and fell down.
Li Mao rushed up, tightened his thighs, bounced his knees, kicked out his toes, and stopped at Feng Shaokun's throat.
"In the third round, Li Maosheng!" the referee raised his right hand and announced the result.
Did I win?
Did I win?
Li Mao couldn't believe his ears, and suddenly he seemed to have returned to the university martial arts club. That time, he failed to live up to the expectations of the public, and was easily defeated due to nervousness in a good situation.
Now, have I finally won?
At this time, a picture flashed before Li Mao's eyes, including Chen Changhua's fists that bled as he punched the cabinet in frustration, Lin Que's pain covered up with a hot towel, Coach Shi's comforting and encouraging words, and his own troubles.
There are the hard training that you grit your teeth and persevere day by day, the biting cold wind in winter, the silence in the darkest hours of the morning, and the scene where Lou Cheng and others carefully take care of their emotions and rack their brains to help themselves relieve tension...
Amid the cheers from the audience, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the seats of the Songda Martial Arts Club.
There, Lou Cheng held Yan Zheke's hand, Yan Zheke held Guo Qing's hand, Guo Qing held Li Xiaowen's hand, Li Xiaowen held Lin Hua's hand, Lin Hua held Sun Jian's hand, Sun Jian held Lin Que's hand, and Li Mao looked at
When they came over, they raised their hands at the same time and shouted:
"Come on Li Mao!"
Li Mao's eyes turned red immediately, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. He knew clearly that he was locked on the big screen and everyone could see the details, but his vision could not be eliminated.
The dignified eight-foot-tall man was crying like a child at this moment.