"Admiration?" Old Man Shi clicked his lower lip, as if he was very disdainful of the thoughts of martial arts enthusiasts like Lou Cheng, "When you can one day completely defeat the warriors you admire, you will have the greatest respect for them."
Adore him, respect him, then defeat him? Hearing Old Man Shi's words, Lou Cheng burst into flames in his heart, called the flame of ambition, not YY, but ambition!
Can I? Can I really?
This flame burned so loudly that Lou Cheng shuddered slightly, completely forgetting the pride he felt after defeating Wu Dong with his wit, adaptability and strength.
He changed the subject and said: "Master, do you think we can make it to the national finals in this martial arts competition?
The National University Martial Arts Association is divided into eight major competition areas. The top two in each competition area enter the finals and complete the competition in one place. The regional competitions are held from November to January every year, and the national finals are held in May.
Old Man Shi rolled his eyes at him: "Do you think your master is a god? You have only been training for one month and you want to be the top two in the competition?"
"Didn't Lin Que join..." Lou Cheng's voice became weaker and weaker, "Master, what level do you think our martial arts club is at in the district university?"
"It has surpassed many people, but the top four is basically impossible. There is hope for the top eight." Old Man Shi thought for a while and said, "The ninth level of professionalism is great for freshmen, but it may not be the case for juniors and seniors.
, Good prospects, good background, good coaches are not only available to us at Songda. Last year, the top eight in the division had at least one professional ninth grade. This was last year, and it has been a year now. Except for those who graduated and left school,
They won’t stand still.”
He might also become lax and regress... Lou Cheng complained silently, not daring to speak out.
"How many professional ninth grades are there in Shanbei University?" he asked curiously.
This was last year’s national championship!
Old Man Shi smiled: "Why are you asking them? You haven't learned to walk yet, and you want to run away? Last year, Peng Leyun was at the eighth level of the profession. With his talent and hard work, there was no problem for Wai Gang to be promoted to the first level the year before.
, the president of their martial arts club, Xu Wannian, is also a ninth-level student, but he has some special abilities and cannot be treated as a normal professional ninth-level student. He graduated with a professional ninth-level student in his senior year, but there seems to be another new one when he joins the school. This kind of strong martial arts school is in a similar situation.
I don’t know how much more attractive it is than Songda.”
Just listening to the introduction, Lou Chengcheng deeply realized the huge gap in the martial arts level between Songcheng University and Shanbei University. Without Peng Leyun, Xu Wannian had great hope of sweeping his own martial arts club!
Is this the difference between an average strong school and a national champion?
Seeing that Lou Cheng's expression became heavy, Old Man Shi laughed and said, "So, this year is just for training. When Lin Que takes a step further next year, you will also grow up, and the martial arts level of others will also be significantly improved.
This is our chance to reach the national finals.”
You have also grown up... Lou Cheng felt excited and proud, and blurted out: "Master, I didn't expect that you value me so much and think so highly of me."
He imitated Crayon Shin-chan, scratching his head and laughing.
Old Man Shi snorted: "I just said it casually, you don't have to take it seriously."
"..." Lou Cheng looked up at the sky, pretending not to be embarrassed.
Old Man Shi stopped talking about the martial arts club and said instead: "After yesterday's battle with Wu Dong, I believe you must have gained a lot. Old man, I have also seen your sparring with Li Mao. I am barely proficient in boxing and kicking. Today
Starting from now, I will officially teach you the fighting moves of the 'Physical Refining' realm."
The previous one could only be regarded as a combination of basic movements and force-generating techniques.
Lou Cheng restrained his excitement and saluted:
"Thank you, Master. I wonder what the move is?"
Old Man Shi coughed and managed to restrain his unruliness: "As a teacher, the root of my inheritance lies in the 'Bing Soul Divine Art', which is now the 'Bing Bu' secret skill, but in the 'Physical Refining' realm, you don't have to care too much about the attributes of the technique. , without affecting future Wai Gang, what I will teach you today is the body-training fighting method derived from the secret skill of the 'Hongbu': 'Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes'."
Twenty-four strikes of a blizzard? At such an exciting moment, Cai Zongming's face suddenly flashed through Lou Cheng's mind. If Xiao Ming were here, he would definitely complain: "Twenty-four strikes of a blizzard? The first strike must be called "I am your father"!
"This style of play is famous for its ferocity and madness, but the spirit must not follow the madness. Instead, it must be as calm as water turning into ice. Coupled with the explosion of electric fire stakes, it is definitely the best in the body training level..." Shi The old man began to explain.
Lou Cheng listened very carefully. This was the first set of fighting moves he had learned.
Time flew by, and he had just roughly memorized the key points of the twenty-four strikes, and it was time for special training with other members of the martial arts club.
Old Man Shi stood in front of the special training members, looked at the remaining twelve people, and said solemnly:
"Wu Dong was injured unexpectedly and cannot come to special training during this period. Next week is the divisional competition of the National Martial Arts Association. I will announce the main players and substitutes."
Li Mao and others, who were expected to compete for the main spot and substitute position, immediately held their breath, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Yan Zheke nodded slightly at the fact that Wu Dong was injured unexpectedly and could not be trained in special training, and then looked at each other and smiled at Lou Cheng.
"The three main players are Lin Que, Chen Changhua, and Sun Jian." Old Man Shi gave the answer that everyone agreed with.
Even if Wu Dong is not injured, based on his performance some time ago, he is no longer a match for Sun Jian. After more than half a month of recuperation, Chen Changhua's hands have already recovered as before.
After talking about the main players, Mr. Shi glanced at Chen Changhua: "You are a senior. You will graduate and leave school next July. You may not have the chance to meet us in the future. There is really no need to go all out in this regional competition. But you have been joining the martial arts club for more than three years and have been the president for almost two years. Don’t you have any feelings for this place? Four years have passed by. Don’t you want to leave something here? Don’t you want to leave something behind for your junior brothers and sisters in the future? It is said that when Chen Changhua became president, our Songda Martial Arts Club began to return to glory?"
In life, fame and wealth are inevitable. Chen Changhua, who was originally expressionless, became slightly moved at this time and nodded solemnly:
"Don't worry, Coach Shi. I will definitely try my best. If I can break into the top eight in the conference in my last year, I haven't wasted these years!"
Seeing that he had a good attitude, Old Man Shi smiled with satisfaction:
"There is definitely hope for the top eight!"
After saying that, he turned to look at the others: "Three substitutes, Li Mao, Lin Hua, and Guo Qing."
Similar team martial arts competitions are all in the form of three players from each side appearing in sequence. In a single confrontation, the winner continues to accept the challenge. The game is not over until all three players on one side are defeated. Since the list and order of the three players are all It is determined by the coach before the game starts, so it is a very important step to judge the opponent's players and in what order, so as to consider tactics such as counterfeiting, counterattack, and attrition in a targeted manner.
As for martial arts competitions, not to mention professional martial artists with weapons licenses, just amateur competitions have a saying that fists and kicks have no eyes. No matter how good the referees and supervisors are, they cannot prevent all injuries, so the existence of substitutes is very necessary.
Guo Qing was a little surprised when she heard her name. She was stunned for a moment before cheering and high-fiving Yan Zheke next to her, making it seem as if she had won the championship.
"You are in good health and have great potential. After more than three weeks of training, even if you don't get the fourth rank amateur, you are still outstanding among the fifth rank." Mr. Shi has never been so mean to girls.
Wu Dong was injured, and the sophomores and juniors except Li Mao, Lin Hua, and Sun Jian were all at the fifth-level amateur level. Comparing the two, it was natural to choose Guo Qing.
It's a pity that Xiao Ming didn't participate in the special training... Lou Cheng sighed secretly.
"Others, Yan Zheke, Li Xiaowen, you find other girls during the martial arts class, form a cheerleading team, create a cheering atmosphere in the stands, Lou Cheng, Wu Meng, you guys gather twenty or thirty boys
Members, cooperate with the school security department and the student union to ensure security." Old Man Shi continued to give instructions.
Everyone was stunned, and it took a long time for Chen Changhua to ask:
"Coach Shi, what kind of security work are you doing?"
Old Man Shi chuckled and said: "Don't you know? This year's opening ceremony will be held at Songda, and there will be a first-class strong man coming. You don't need to worry about his safety. The total number of people combined is not enough for one of his hands..."
Before he finished speaking, most of the special training members were excited and booing:
"Which strong man is it?"
"Who? Who?"
“Can we collectively ask for signatures?”
Old Man Shi coughed a few times and said: "We will know who it is in a few days. The first-grade strong men themselves do not need our security, they protect us. The specific security work is to cooperate with the school security department and the student union to block paparazzi reporters and fans.
Group, block the support club and maintain order. If there is a chance, I will help you ask for signatures."
"Long live Coach Shi!" the special training members shouted in unison, and all the pain and fatigue during this period seemed to disappear.
After the shouting, everyone looked at each other and felt that we were a collective. Even Chen Changhua's eyes softened a lot when he looked at Lin Que.
Old Man Shi smiled and stretched out his hand to signal them to calm down:
"The regional competition is coming soon. We still have a lot of things to do. The first is to collect intelligence. Let's all share one point. Find out all the game data and videos from last year's regional competition and national competition. When the draw is over, the opponents are determined, the main players and substitutes.
Watch the corresponding part immediately to understand the enemy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Que raised his hand: "Coach Shi, I have all this information."
"Okay, very good. Remember to pass it to me when the time comes." Old Man Shi nodded with satisfaction.
This was the most talk Lou Cheng had ever heard from Lin Que since he joined the martial arts club. He couldn't help but want to complain. According to Cai Xiaoming, the loudspeaker, when the Songda Martial Arts Club competes in the future, everyone will sympathize with it, because the commentators
It will be said that Lin Que, the chief force of the Songda Martial Arts Club, is a contestant who was born deaf and mute, physically disabled and strong-willed...
"Secondly, there's still one week left. I'll teach you twelve styles of fighting, the first twelve of the twenty-four attacks of 'Hyobu' Blizzard." Old Shi stretched his muscles.
Hehe, I can learn twenty-four strikes, but you only have half. This is differential treatment... Lou Cheng was a little proud for a moment, and took the opportunity to review and master the previous parts.
At noon, the sparring was completed, and Lou Cheng was in front of Yan Zheke and Guo Qing again as he had been for weeks.
"I wonder which first-grade expert will come this time." Yan Zheke took the initiative and spoke with interest in gossip.
Lou Cheng smiled low and said: "I know."
"Who is it?" Yan Zheke's dark eyes were so bright that people unconsciously fell in love with him.
"Liang Yifan from Xinghai." Lou Cheng can't tell anyone.
"Liang Yifan?" Yan Zheke's slightly thin face was filled with joy, "He is also my idol!"
Guo Qing next to him was also inexplicably excited.
"You have so many idols..." Lou Cheng teased.
Yan Zheke puffed up his cheeks and said in a playful tone: "If I were the Dragon King, Chengzi, and I wanted to break into your security, would you let me off?"
"I have been a traitor for a long time!" Lou Cheng replied decisively.
Both sides burst into laughter. After a while, Yan Zheke sighed: "I hope Coach Shi will succeed and let us all get signatures."