Li Mao is not a beautiful girl like Yan Zheke, nor is he as famous as Lin Que. The students in the stands only care about whether he has won, and have no curiosity about him or any idea of exploring until they see him crying.
There was an uproar, and the 1.8-meter-old man shed tears like a child, and then they all had surprised thoughts and aroused emotions.
"It's just an ordinary trial, why are you crying like this..." Some viewers were confused and confused, feeling that Li Mao's reaction was too exaggerated.
Some students suddenly recalled the trash who was cursed and reviled by them and others last year, and recognized Li Mao, who was bursting with snot and tears: "Hey, I know him! At the critical moment of qualifying for the martial arts club group last year, he was like a wooden figure.
They were ravaged like a pile, which ruined their absolute advantage and made me almost cry..."
"Yes, yes, that's the nervous guy!" As soon as they were awakened, some students suddenly realized.
Only then did they understand why Li Mao cried bitterly. This was a sign that he had drawn a clear line with the past. This was a heavy burden that had been lifted from his heart. This was the bitterness and hardship along the way. This was part of what made up for it.
The joy of making mistakes is the constant gratitude to your companions.
It is easy to win over others, but difficult to win over yourself!
Those students who understood the whole story felt a little warm and a little sour in their hearts. One of them thought of his own stage fright, raised his hand, and shouted loudly:
"You can do it, Li Mao!"
At the moment when the audience was so surprised that they were crying and forgetting to cheer, this high-pitched voice pierced the silence and rang in the ears of many people.
The remaining students who had mixed feelings just now seemed to have received the call, and they also raised their hands and shouted in unison:
"You can do it, Li Mao!"
These sounds merged into a torrent, driving the entire audience and creating shouts that almost lifted the roof:
"You can do it, Li Mao!"
This tsunami of cheers echoed in Li Mao's ears, causing tears in his eyes to blur his vision even more.
He covered his face with his hands and kept whispering:
"Thank you, thank you..."
Feng Shaokun got up from the ground and looked around with some confusion. He didn't know why the audience suddenly burst out with more enthusiasm than before.
He felt aggrieved and unwilling to accept the match just now. If he had not consumed too much energy in the previous match, he would not suddenly feel exhausted after the ultimate move of Tiger and Crane Attack, and there would be an undue stagnation.
Thus ruining an easy victory.
The reason why too much physical energy was consumed in the previous game was because the play style was too aggressive and failed to take advantage of the "Crane Step", which gave Yan Zheke the opportunity to calmly use Blizzard's Twenty-Four Strikes.
The reason why the fighting style became aggressive was because he saw his sweetheart defeated and wanted to help her take revenge and save her face...
Thinking of this, Feng Shaokun had nowhere to vent his frustration and unwillingness. He turned his head and walked down the stone steps in a daze, unwilling to stay for another second.
At this moment, he discovered that Qian Ruoyu was close to Jiang Dingyi's ear, whispering something, very close and in a very friendly manner.
His heart and face sank at the same time, and he saw Jiang Ding standing up like an iron tower and walking towards him.
"What did Ruoyu just say to you?" Feng Shaokun couldn't help but ask as the two of them passed each other.
Jiang Dingyi smiled slightly and said: "She said that Li Mao consumes a lot of money, so she asked me to take advantage of my strength and force him to fight hard and win a quick victory."
Take advantage of your strength... Feng Shaokun whispered, the haze between his brows and eyes became more and more obvious, there was a sense of anger that he had been underestimated, and there was also a sadness of being "disliked" by his sweetheart.
Returning to his seat, he saw Qian Ruoyu's pretty face and pursed lips. He was nervous, expectant, and a little depressed. His mood suddenly softened and he said softly:
"With Lao Jiang here, we will definitely win."
Qian Ruoyu turned her eyes and glanced at him in surprise: "I hope, I can't even defeat the substitute of Songda Martial Arts Club..."
How long has it been since Shaokun was called "Lao Jiang"?
At this moment, she suddenly felt a little guilty. Because of her greed, selfishness, vanity and hesitation, the two boys she had played with since childhood had become strangers.
The thought flashed and was quickly thrown out of her mind. Her attention returned to the current game, wanting to win like never before.
Not one of the main members of the Songda Martial Arts Club, not even the official coach, came. If I and others still lost the game, how could they have the face to meet Mr. Jiangdong?
The purpose of organizing my own "Dream Team" is definitely not to enjoy being surrounded by children and play house, but to prove to those who think they are spoiled that I can do it, and I can do it on my own!
I am no longer a child, I also have dreams!
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At the location of the Songda Martial Arts Club, Lou Cheng and other "coaches" and team members cheered for Li Mao in a wave of people, then each let go of their hands and returned to their seats.
Sun Jian had just settled down when he suddenly remembered something, stood up suddenly, walked towards Lou Cheng, came to his side and said:
"Chengzi, no, Coach Lou! What exactly did you say to Li Mao just now, and what secret did you pass on to him, so that he could successfully get through the initial nervousness?"
"I admire you very much now. I think you have a magical power. I whispered a few words to Yan Zheke before, and she won when she first entered the ring. Then I whispered a few words to Li Mao. He was too nervous.
I won too! Why don’t you whisper a few words to me later?”
Seeing Sun Jian's curious and expectant look, and feeling Yan Zheke's turned gaze, Lou Cheng chuckled and said:
"What I told Senior Brother Li Mao is, back and forth, up and down, left, right, left, right, low, heavy kick followed by light punch..."
"What the hell is this?" Sun Jian blurted out, with a dull look on his face.
Lou Cheng looked at Yan Zheke's confused expression next to him and chuckled:
"A move list, a move list for big moves!"
"...Stop joking." Only then did Sun Jian realize that Lou Cheng had tricked him, and Lou Cheng's thigh was gently pinched by Yan Zheke.
Lou Cheng stopped laughing and said: "Actually, it's almost the same. I judged that Feng Shaokun was nervous about catching Senior Brother Li Mao, so he would attack immediately, and his right hand was hit by Keke one after another, and suffered two violent collisions. Although it was not
As for the injury, but there is no recovery time, the strength will definitely be affected, so I asked Senior Brother Li Mao not to think about anything, just slide to the left, kick down, then punch, and attack the right side."
"After these few moves, as long as you haven't lost yet, Senior Brother Li Mao should have recovered."
What he said made Yan Zheke feel proud, and the sweet pear dimples on her cheeks loomed again.
"So that's it... It's quite suitable for Li Mao's situation, but the prerequisite is that you have a sharp enough vision, experience enough, and a good grasp of Feng Shaokun's heart..." Sun Jian sighed with emotion, and became more and more interested in Lou Cheng.
admire.
Lou Cheng said modestly: "It doesn't matter if you are wrong, there will be no worse result."
Yan Zheke felt the same way that her boyfriend was praised. She quietly lowered her right hand and held Lou Cheng's left palm. Lou Cheng grabbed it with his backhand and scratched his palm.
"Then what did you say to your girlfriend?" Sun Jian was still curious.
The newcomer, who was new to the ring, won cleanly after a series of mistakes!
"I told her that I would lend her my power!" How could Lou Cheng let others think that Yan Zheke achieved victory through his own guidance, so he began to talk nonsense seriously.
It’s okay for girls to understand this kind of thing themselves!
Yan Zheke almost burst out laughing after hearing this, and was a little moved. He spread the five fingers of his right hand and interlocked with Lou Cheng tightly.
"Really?" Sun Jian obviously didn't believe it.
Lou Cheng chuckled and said, "Of course it's true. This is called the encouragement of love. Old couples like you and Senior Sister Lin won't understand."
Sun Jian glanced at him with contempt, nodded slightly, and was doubtful. Yan Zheke blushed with embarrassment, snorted, and turned to look back at the ring.
At this time, Jiang Dingyi had already stood opposite Li Mao, and the referee also raised his right hand. Sun Jian simply did not return to his seat, and just stood beside Lou Cheng and watched.
Li Mao quickly wiped away his tears and felt that the heavy things in his heart had completely disappeared with the crying just now, which made his emotions clear and relaxed.
"Just consume him well!" He secretly made a decision.
In the game just now, I was fighting with a heavy burden of tension, and my consumption more than doubled. Now I am almost at the end of my strength.
The referee waved his right hand:
"The fourth game begins!"
Jiang Dingyi was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with bronze skin. He looked nothing like a young man under the age of twenty. At this time, he closed the distance with two long steps, tightened his right arm, and moved forward.
Cutting posture.
Li Mao reacted in response, twisted his waist, shook out his right arm, and stabbed the opponent with his fist like the tip of a spear, making a crisp sound of tearing the airflow.
Jiang Dingyi's slash with his right hand suddenly paused, and it turned out to be a feint. After tricking Li Mao into striking first, he directly used the strength of his shoulder and elbow joints to quickly move his arm out again, slashing sharply at Li Mao's wrist.
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Earthshattering Palm!
Bang! Li Mao's wrist was not the strongest point for exerting force. After being hit by Jiang Dingyi like this, he immediately felt a stinging pain and retracted as if he was electrocuted. However, he also borrowed a little strength. His steps slipped and he dodged.
When he reached his opponent's right side, he held back the pain that had not dissipated and launched a fierce cannon punch towards Jiang Dingyi's waist.
Jiang Dingyi's body sank, his waist fell behind him, and his right arm struck out with his elbow, blocking Li Mao's fist in the form of a "hilt".
Bang! With a dull sound, Jiang Dingyi used his elbow as the fulcrum, his arm as the blade, and his palm as the tip of the knife, and made a diagonal slash.
Li Mao raised his elbow, flicked his back, and dodged again, arriving behind his opponent.
Just when he was about to attack, Jiang Dingyi suddenly twisted his waist and legs, swept back and turned sideways.
Bang! Jiang Dingyi's kick was so powerful that it kept blasting the air as he fiercely thrust towards Li Mao.
Li Mao quickly lowered his shoulders, raised his right arm, and blocked the leg.
Bang! Under the collision, Li Mao felt his body weaken for a while, unable to regain his strength, and was actually swept away from his center of gravity, staggering to the side.
Jiang Ding retracted his legs and hit the ground, and was about to attack. Li Mao, who had just regained his center of gravity, stabilized his body, kicked his feet, and counterattacked.
I'm approaching the limit! I must consume him! This is the only thought in his mind at this time.
Facing this hasty counterattack, Jiang Dingyi did not evade. He raised his left arm, stepped forward to block Li Mao's right fist, raised his left foot, leaned forward, and his right hand seemed to be holding a sharp knife.
He "stabbed" his opponent fiercely in the abdomen.
Li Mao blocked with his left hand, contracted his abdomen, and bounced his waist. He ignored Jiang Dingyi's hand and bumped forward, bumping his left arm and hitting his left shoulder. He tried to reach the limit with a force close to the limit.
The powerful crossbow penetrated the city wall!
Bang! Jiang Ding endured the pain, seized the opportunity, grabbed Li Mao's body, tripped under his feet, lifted him up, and fell to the ground.
Plop!
Li Mao was knocked unconscious and could not stand up for a while.
The referee took a look and announced the result:
"In the fourth round, Jiang will win!"
Jiang Ding rubbed his left shoulder and looked at Li Mao with complicated eyes. He didn't expect that the opponent would fight so hard and hard. He was hit by the slightest carelessness. Fortunately, the enemy's strength was exhausted and he was not injured.
Seeing this scene, Lou Cheng sighed, leaned into Sun Jian's ear and whispered:
"Senior Brother Sun, you are experienced and don't have stage fright. I didn't have anything to say originally, but since you strongly requested it, I will just say a few words."
"First, attack the left side fiercely."
"What about the second one?" Sun Jian asked curiously.
Lou Cheng smiled and said:
"Second?"
"Fuck you to death!"
Sun Jian laughed at first, then his face became serious, he clenched his fist and growled: