The shouts came like a wave, roaring, almost overturning the roof of the martial arts venue. Lou Cheng, who was walking at the back, vaguely saw the figures of Chen Changhua, Li Mao, Guo Qing and others paused. Even the usually taciturn
Lin Que, who spoke coldly and calmly, also slowed down his steps.
How can this situation not make people's blood boil?
The referee is already standing in the center of the ring. He is a broad-faced man in his forties. According to the regulations of the "Martial Arts Alliance", in regular competitions, referees and supervisors are at least two ranks higher than the players to prevent accidental death and serious injuries to the greatest extent.
, However, when the masters of the Waigang Realm who are on the third level compete, the role of referees and supervisors is weakened to almost nothing, and there are no requirements for the level. Fortunately, the strong men in this realm are easy to defeat but hard to be seriously injured. No one can point.
A means of pressing the bottom of the box.
This gentleman with a seventh-level profession looked at the Songda Martial Arts Club and the Kwannan Academy Martial Arts Club where they were seated, raised his voice, and shouted eloquently:
"The first match between the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club and the Kwannan Academy Martial Arts Club."
"Lin Que versus Guyue!"
He didn't have Liang Yifan's ability, so he could only rely on a loudspeaker to make his voice reverberate throughout the venue, overwhelming the waves of shouts.
There was a roar, as if there was a sonic boom in the venue, and the atmosphere was suddenly pushed to the highest level.
Is it a duel between captains from the beginning?
Guyue shook his body, threw off his outer clothes, stood up in his sky-blue martial arts uniform, spread his long legs, and came to the stone steps of the arena in front of him.
"Come on Guyue!" the accompanying Guannan College cheering group shouted loudly.
And their voices were suppressed in an instant, and every place in the martial arts venue seemed to be lit by fire:
"Lin Que, come on!"
"Lin Que, come on!"
Gu Yue stepped onto the ring and saw a figure with a white background and black borders walking across from him. Lin Que touched the school emblem on his chest that read "Seeing all the mountains and small mountains". His expression fluctuated slightly, but he soon calmed down and he held his hand indifferently.
"I don't understand why you are such an idiot and chose Songda. Don't you know that the martial arts club here is already synonymous with garbage dumps? If you had come to our Guannan, you would have hoped to reach the national finals this year!"
As usual, there will be three minutes of dialogue time before the referee announces the start of the game. It can be a pleasantries and reminiscing about the past, or it can be harsh words and a spiritual battle. Gu Yue did not waste it.
Of course, this is the rule before the start of the first game. There will be no time to recover physical strength in the second and third games.
Lin Que looked at him expressionlessly, without saying a word.
"Why don't you speak? Afraid of exposing your inner anger or regret when you open your mouth?" Gu Yue used trash talk to stab Lin Que one by one, hoping to peel off the other party's annoying "mask of calmness" before the official fight began.
…
Three minutes were about to pass, and no change could be seen on Lin Que's face. This made Gu Yue feel a little frustrated and blurted out: "Are you autistic? Or were you born deaf and mute?"
He was not expecting an answer at first, but Lin Que suddenly spoke, his tone was cold and there was no trace of emotion at all:
"There's nothing good to say to the weak."
There's nothing to say to the weak? The weak? For a moment, Gu Yue was so angry that his eyes were blood red.
At this time, the referee stretched out his hand and pressed:
"The game begins!"
Gu Yue leaned forward with a fierce attitude, trying to pull Lin Que into the range of close combat with a strong stance.
Lin Que stepped to the side, twisted his waist and punched, with his fists piercing his ears, and with a sound like golden drums roaring in unison, he struck directly at Gu Yue's left and right temples.
Gu Yue was unhurried, with roots under his feet and a slight body weight. He raised his hands to block the attack, and then grabbed Lin Que with his backhand, trying to lock Lin Que with his grasping hand.
Another step, Lin Que changed his position, dodged the grapple, twisted his body, and along the waist and back, kicked low to the opponent's calf bone. As soon as he was blocked, he changed his position again, assuming the most standard and obvious posture.
The fighting posture.
"Yu Dou...according to the information collected, his endurance is obviously not as good as mine, and Yu Dou consumes more energy than I do to defend. Is this a way to defeat my strengths? Is there some kind of trap?" Gu Yue thought.
In a flash, his hands were like two iron plates, and together with the kicking skills of his feet from time to time, he was able to defend himself.
Lin Que took a step to the left, and Gu Yue changed his stance and center of gravity accordingly. At this moment, he saw Lin Que straighten his back and spine, like a python squirming, and forcefully retracted his center of gravity and returned to the original position.
, a palm struck the flaw in his side.
This! Gu Yue was a little confused for a moment, but his thoughts were not complicated and his decision was decisive. His back sank, his legs bent, and he narrowly avoided this palm. He adjusted his center of gravity, raised his hands, and held it.
Lin Que's subsequent attack.
Snap!
Seeing no chance, Lin Que moved away again and continued to wander, making one or two surprise attacks from time to time.
"It was really dangerous just now. Lin Que's control and adjustment of the center of gravity are close to the realm of alchemy. No wonder he chose You Dou because he just wanted to give me a slap in the face." Gu Yue held on steadily while thinking to himself, "Only Qian Qian
If you are a thief every day, you will not be able to guard against a thief for a thousand days. I have to create an opportunity to get him closer. I can't let him change calmly like this anymore. Maybe there will be more tricks next time!"
While thinking, Gu Yue pretended to be impatient, and when Lin Que made another surprise attack, he tried to catch up and counterattack, but his footwork was slightly messed up.
Bang! Lin Que didn't waste this opportunity. He walked forward and came to the front. He caught Guyue off guard with a slash of his palm and hit him hard at the junction of his right shoulder and right arm.
"Okay!" A burst of cheers broke out from the audience.
Amidst the noise, Gu Yue showed a ferocious smile. As if he had been prepared for it, his left hand rolled up and grabbed Lin Que's arm. He stretched out his feet and was about to get in front of Lin Que and give him a fatal blow!
But at this moment, the sound of fierce wind suddenly sounded in his ears, and scenes of crazy snowstorms in the cold winter suddenly appeared in his mind, and his face actually felt a bit stinging.
Lin Que didn't dodge, his eyes were calm and crazy at the same time. He clenched his other hand into a fist and hit him with a roar. The momentum was overwhelming, extremely ferocious, and the speed was beyond imagination!
Not daring to be negligent, Gu Yue made some trade-offs and gave up relying on the mountain. He shook his right hand and raised his left hand, choosing to hold on firmly again.
Punches were thrown out, kicks were coming, elbows and knees were struck one after another. Gu Yue felt as if he was in a vast ice field, facing the overwhelming blizzard and snow, with no room to breathe.
At the seat of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club, Lou Cheng stood up unconsciously. These were the first eight of Blizzard's twenty-four attacks!
In his eyes, Lin Que was fighting faster and faster, not only tending to squeeze out every bit of his strength, but also constantly adjusting his center of gravity and muscles, borrowing a little strength from Gu Yue's parry. This was like the two sides.
There is a spring between them, and every time they retreat, they will move closer together faster, which continuously increases the madness and ferocity of Blizzard Strike.
The more Gu Yue fought, the more frightened he became. He felt like a naked pedestrian exposed in a snowstorm. If he didn't struggle, he would surely die. If he struggled, he would waste his precious energy, becoming weaker and weaker, getting colder and colder, and his heart felt cold!
"This is the true meaning of Blizzard's Twenty-Four Strikes. It's not limited to one move or another..." Lou Cheng was dazzled by the sight. All the bits and pieces he had practiced in the past month came to mind, and he kept disassembling and combining them again.
, my hands are itchy and I want to try it.
The twenty-four blows of the blizzard are divided into three groups, with each group of eight blows. What Lin Que showed was the essence of the first group of "violent snowstorms".
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! The sound of fists and body collisions kept coming, causing the shouts in the entire martial arts venue to gradually become lower.
Bang!
A figure retreated continuously, was kicked in the chest again, and rolled down the ring.
After a brief silence, the sound broke out again:
"Lin Que!"
The winner, Lin Que!
Guyue turned over and stood up, breathing heavily. He couldn't believe that he was defeated like this. He had almost no chance to fight back, and the pain in his chest was even more unbearable.
He squinted his eyes, looked at Lin Que who was no longer breathing evenly on the stage, snorted, returned to his seat, and said angrily to Fei Sanli: "Don't give him time to breathe and recover, he won't last long!"
Fei Sanli touched his bald head, laughed, ran towards the stone steps, and climbed onto the ring.
There was no need for the referee to make an announcement. He used his footwork and pounced directly on Lin Que.
Lin Que did not choose to evade, but sided away, closing the distance, and started a hand-to-hand fight.
Fei Sanli never gave in and used various moves in an endless stream.
His two fingers brushed Lin Que's eyelids, Lin Que's fist scratched his abdomen, his right hand grabbed a handful of Lin Que's hair, and Lin Que's palm knife slashed his arm... This fight
He really did everything possible, making the referee next to him who was ready to go secretly nervous, fearing that if he made a mistake, he would be accidentally injured.
During a formal martial arts competition, both players accepted the life-and-death contract by default, but afterwards they would investigate whether the referee intentionally caused casualties and chose to ignore it when it was time to take action.
After two or three minutes, the two figures suddenly separated. Lin Que's eyes were narrowed, his nostrils were bleeding, and his body was trembling. Fei Sanli's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he kept shaking his legs, as if he wanted to rub the bruises on the spot.
The referee took a look and raised his right hand:
"The winner is Fei Sanli!"
The winner was clear, and he prevented both sides from continuing to fight desperately.
Lin Que took a deep breath, turned around and stepped off the stage without delay, in order to shorten Sanli's recovery time.
Chen Changhua stood up suddenly, shaking the muscles of his arms, and in a few quick steps he climbed up the stone steps and passed by Lin Que.
Lou Cheng also went up to him and helped Lin Que, but he felt his breath go away, his body suddenly became weak, and he almost fell down.
"Thank you..." Lin Que whispered.
"It should be." Lou Cheng looked at him and said sincerely, "Your Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes are really good."
It's just that the consumption of physical strength in this way is really terrifying. After one round, even Lin Que was a little unable to support it... Well, this style of play is perfect for my characteristics!
I have never worried about lack of physical strength!
It seems that Master’s choice of this martial art was not a random mistake...
Chen Changhua stepped onto the ring, and in front of him was Fei Sanli, who was breathing heavily and looking miserable.
The scene suddenly changed, and he seemed to have returned to the scene when he represented the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club for the first time. It was still vivid in his mind after a long time.
I was also very high-spirited...
I was also full of enthusiasm...
I've also been here before!
At this moment, waves of cheers sounded in his ears:
"Chen Changhua, come on!"
"Chen Changhua, come on!"
Chen Changhua, come on... Chen Changhua was stunned for a moment, almost doubting that he was still dreaming.
His eyes were slightly red, he stared at Fei Sanli, spread out his snake steps, and pounced towards him.