Lou Cheng suddenly realized, looked at Cai Zongming and said:
"It's not a feeling, it's a fact..."
Damn it, I was actually ridiculed by my uncle!
It was useless for me to think that he was a cold and serious person!
Cai Zongming chuckled, turned his back to Lin Que, raised his eyebrows and said: "Chengzi, come on! Beat him!"
He knew that at this distance, no matter how low his voice was, he could not hide it from Lin Que's ears. It was purely a joke to liven up the atmosphere.
"What you're doing is just like letting a dog bite someone." Lou Cheng looked at him with contempt, "Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Shall I go there myself? Should I go and beat him up? Or should I go and beat him up?" Cai Zongming spread his hands.
"Haha, I thought of that joke, about a hunter going to hunt a bear..." Lou Cheng pursed his lips, suppressed his laughter, and did not continue.
Cai Zongming has extensive knowledge of similar jokes, and he understood them without having to listen to them all. He also trembled and almost laughed, secretly cursing "bitch".
At this time, Ji Lan finished walking up the stone steps, climbed onto the ring, and stood opposite Yan Zheke.
Seeing her, Yan Zheke suddenly had an idea, wondering whether he should withdraw from the game now and give the chance against Ji Lan to senior brother Li Mao to help him settle his worries and complete a reincarnation.
In December last year, it was precisely because Li Mao was overly nervous and lost to Ji Lan in a good situation that the Songda Martial Arts Club's hopes of qualifying were in vain.
While her thoughts were swirling, the girl rejected the idea. She felt that such a ritual would be too strong and would not respect Ji Lan, who was opposite her. It would also put more pressure on senior brother Li Mao and might be self-defeating.
Let nature take its course... Yan Zheke sighed silently, seizing the last bit of time to continue recovering his physical condition.
Although the battle just now did not last long, the high-intensity duel with the senior professional ninth still consumed her a lot. Especially during the process of painstakingly planning to create opportunities, her spirit was highly tense. Once it was over, she would inevitably be exhausted.
As soon as she let out a breath, the referee raised his right hand and announced:
"The second round begins!"
When Ji Lan first collected information about the Songda Martial Arts Club, she found that Yan Zheke did not participate in the amateur qualifying competition in September, so she suspected that she might have exceeded the level of the professional first class and wanted to compete in the professional ninth class in late October. As a result, the opponent did not seem to
She didn't sign up, which made her feel uncertain about the speculation, thinking that she was thinking too much. Who would have thought that she really had the strength of the ninth class, and even defeated the captain Gu Yue in a head-to-head battle!
The people in Songda Martial Arts Club are all monsters!
With a change of heart, Ji Lan chose the game of You Dou that she was best at, and nimbly walked around to the side of Yan Zheke, slid closer, and gave a low kick, causing her clothes to make a crisp sound.
Yan Zheke swung his right shoulder back, pulled his body to face Ji Lan, and pulled out his whip leg, tearing up the airflow and making a sharp sound on the ring.
boom!
After two blows, Yan Zheke quickly swung his right leg back, borrowing strength, his fist burst out from his waist and went straight to Ji Lan's abdomen.
Ji Lan knew the horror of the "Twenty-Four Blizzard Strikes". Once he collided, he immediately took advantage of the force and retreated. His footwork was light and coordinated, not giving his opponent a chance to connect downwards and hit him harder and harder.
Seeing this situation, Yan Zheke bowed his foot, rushed forward silently, and quickly caught up. One of the two retreated, the other advanced, the distance quickly narrowed, as if they were dancing.
During this process, Ji Lan changed directions several times, but how could he compare with the flexibility of Yan Zheke, who was able to initially control the center of gravity? Seeing that he could not escape, he was about to encounter a "face-to-face" attack.
At this moment, she suddenly stopped, before Yan Zheke could "brake", and took a step forward, so that the distance between the two parties was less than an arm's length!
With a snap, Ji Lan raised his right foot upwards, as fast as lightning, and kicked his opponent's chin.
Her movement is like lifting her leg up and attaching it to her shoulder to stretch the ligaments in dance. However, such a fierce and rapid exertion will inevitably injure herself unless the ligaments, fascia and muscles have been trained to a certain extent.
, standing unsteadily.
This kick came out of the blue without any warning, like an assassin's attack, immediately threatening the situation and making Yan Zheke break out in cold sweat on his vest, realizing that he had been careless.
In the flash of lightning, she used her waist as a fulcrum and leaned back sharply, trying to avoid this dangerous kick.
At the same time, according to her usual practice, she raised her hands to neutralize subsequent killing moves.
Snap! The shadow of the leg passed dangerously in front of Yan Zheke's eyes, and the sound of the turbulent wind hit her face.
When the kick failed, Ji Lan exerted force on his back, pulled his raised right leg, and made a menacing "tomahawk chop" downwards, swinging it towards the opponent's chest and abdomen.
Chain kicking skills!
Yan Zheke half-reclined his body, and his raised hands arrived in time. He raised one arm and pressed it against the enemy's Achilles tendon, while the other palm was held empty and pushed to the side.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, the arm she raised moved down to relieve the force. Coupled with the push and block from the side, she barely blocked the tomahawk kick.
Just when the students in the stands breathed a sigh of relief, Ji Lan took advantage of Yan Zheke's fight, soared into the air, flew out with his left foot, and kicked his opponent's body.
Three consecutive kicks!
Seeing that Yan Zheke was in danger because he couldn't move or raise his legs to stop him, she bounced her waist and straightened her body with full strength.
Taking advantage of this, she held onto Ji Lan's "battle ax chop" arm and flipped it back and forth, forcefully shaking the opponent out and throwing him far away, avoiding the fatal kick.
After three consecutive kicks failed to hit, Ji Lan immediately returned to the fight, spreading his legs, constantly changing positions, coming closer to kick from time to time, low kicks, side kicks and roundhouse kicks.
Yan Zheke also calmed down and used her tactics as she saw them, but she did not give up her previous style of play. She would pursue the attack whenever she found an opportunity, but she just kept an extra degree of caution in her mind.
Chasing after each other, and sometimes fighting, she once again locked onto the enemy, relying on her own agility to gradually narrow the distance with Ji Lan, making it impossible for the opponent to escape.
Ji Lan gritted his teeth, suddenly jumped up, and kicked out his legs fast, hard, and violently!
You are the one waiting! Yan Zheke has watched the video of Ji Lan's game and has previous experience. He is prepared for this. His spine suddenly bounces like a dragon breaking out of its shackles.
She strained her muscles, flicked her back, and abruptly changed her center of gravity, pulled her body back, and dodged to the side, allowing Ji Lan's volleying kicks to fly past her.
Seizing the opportunity, she stretched out her hands and pushed the enemy to the side. Ji Lan immediately flew away, staggering and falling.
The soles of his feet shook, and Yan Zheke rushed forward. Before his opponent could stand firm, he touched his right foot to the midline and inserted it between the enemy's legs. He then leaned forward with his body, causing Ji Lan to completely lose his center of gravity.
Lean back.
Yan Zheke grabbed the opponent with his left hand and pulled him upright. With a shake of his right arm, he punched out his fist and stopped at Ji Lan's temple.
"In the second game, Yan Zheke wins!" the referee shouted loudly.
After retracting his hand in a comfortable state of mind and body, Yan Zheke kept panting and felt that he was exhausted and close to the limit.
In the battle just now, she was very immersed and focused. She didn't think about this aspect. She just wanted to defeat her opponent before she couldn't hold on any longer!
Ji Lan glanced at her, sighed in frustration, shook his head, and turned towards the stone steps. Fei Sanli touched his bald head and stood up helplessly. Gu Zhen and Gu Yue's faces were equally ugly because of the photo.
If this situation continues, my martial arts club may not even be able to see the opponent's general at the bottom of the gate. That would be too embarrassing!
Before Fei Sanli came on stage, Yan Zheke waved to the audience on both sides with a sweet smile, and left the ring amidst waves of cheers.
Lou Cheng came towards her, stretched out his fist, bumped with her, and praised her sincerely:
“Awesome!”
Beforehand, he thought that Ke Xiaoke would be successful if she could defeat Gu Yue. Who would have thought that she would pick two generals in a row!
Yan Zheke's eyebrows arched, his chin raised and he said, "Do you admire me?"
"I admire you, I especially admire you!" Lou Cheng replied with a smile.
He didn't care about Shu Rui who was recording the game nearby. This comrade reporter should have been aware of his relationship with Keke for a long time, after all, he almost blocked the intimacy between the two of them.
At this time, Li Mao had already left his seat and walked to the two of them.
"Come on!" Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke bumped fists with him respectively.
Since both Li Mao and Fei Sanli were new to the game, there was no problem of recovering their strength. The referee called the staff and asked them to come on stage to clean up the ground.
Li Mao stood in a clean and open place, looking at the bald warrior not far away, and couldn't help but recall the beginning, and felt quite sad for a moment.
At that time, I was trembling and nervous, and I was full of self-blame, regret, and pain. I really couldn't predict my current situation.
Nervous disease hardly affects the game anymore! Even vocational nine is expected!
He closed his eyes, and in his mind came the words of Coach Shi's comfort and teachings, Lou Cheng's repeated explanations and encouragements, and the understanding and support of the special training members of the martial arts club.
Thank you, thank you all!
At the home team's seat, Lou Cheng sat down with the exhausted Yan Zheke and looked up at the ring.
"What is Senior Brother Li Mao thinking about?" He saw Li Mao closing his eyes in deep thought and gossiping boringly.
Cai Zongming, who was standing next to him, took the initiative to answer: "Probably he wanted to thank the country, thank the TV station, thank Songda, or something like that."
"Can you please stop talking nonsense like this?" Lou Cheng glanced at him.
"You know it's nonsense, don't you? We are not roundworms in Senior Brother Li Mao's stomach, how can we possibly guess what he is thinking? Your question itself is wrong!" Cai Zongming laughed.
After listening to the two people talking about "crosstalk" for a while, Yan Zheke turned his head and leaned into Lou Cheng's ear and said:
"Do you think Senior Brother Li Mao can win?"
"There is hope. Although senior brother Li Mao has only been practicing internal training for more than a month, he is still at the level of Qianye No. 1. Fei Sanli is almost as strong as a first-time employee of No. 9, but he participated in the final product and played high-intensity games.
In the competition today, the state will not be very good, let’s start June 4th, Senior Brother Li Mao 4th." Lou Cheng analyzed.
"It sounds like you kind of hope that Senior Brother Li Mao loses?" Yan Zheke opened his eyes and chuckled.
"If he loses, I will have a chance to play." Lou Cheng chuckled.
Yan Zheke pursed his lips, looked at him sideways, and said with a smile: "Is it interesting for you to go out and bully a quasi-professional ninth grader who has fought hard?"
Lou Cheng thought for a while, covered his face and sighed: