After the arena was cleared, the referee asked Li Mao and Fei Sanli to get closer, then raised their right hands and announced the start of the game.
Li Mao has been successful for several months. "Blizzard's Twenty-Four Strikes" is no longer just a scratch, but is already fully prepared physically and mentally. Therefore, he actively steps forward, trying to attack and looking for opportunities to launch his moves.
At this moment, his body was trembling slightly, with a little nervousness remaining, but this was not a morbid manifestation that could affect his judgment and influence, but a normal level of wanting to win and fearing to lose, causing hormones to be secreted and nerves excited.
Fei Sanli had already anticipated Li Mao's opening attack. He did not make any moves or avoid the sharp edges of the "Twenty-Four Blizzard Strikes". He lowered his head, bulged his muscles, transformed into a bison, and charged forward arbitrarily.
His bald head reflected the light in the room, creating a somewhat ferocious look.
When the two were about to collide, Fei Sanli suddenly turned sideways, raised his left arm, swung his elbow sharply, cracked the air, and hit the opponent's chest hard.
Li Mao was not in a hurry, visualizing the potential of a big avalanche. He raised his arms, supported it with one hand, and pushed it with the other hand, firmly blocking the enemy's elbow attack. He also took advantage of the situation, tightened his waist and back, and was about to kick his legs to counterattack.
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But Fei Sanli was not an energy-saving lamp, so he followed up closely, and with the help of the collision, he swung his waist violently, swung his arms sharply, and fired his right fist towards the opponent's face, aiming above the bridge of the nose and under the eyebrows!
Li Mao straightened his spine, channeling his strength, and flicked his left arm, raising it in front of his face and holding it firmly.
Bang! The iron fist made a muffled sound and stirred up the sound of wind.
At this distance, Li Mao's eyes were affected first, and he became weak subconsciously to prevent the wind from entering and irritating his eyes!
This was the effect Fei Sanli wanted to achieve. He took advantage of the opportunity when the opponent's sight was affected, used his left elbow as the fulcrum, flicked out his forearm, spread his fingers, and slapped Li Mao's throat fiercely and quickly.
He could have used this move by turning his body and punching him at first, but he endured it and waited until the wind blew his eyes out before striking out.
Li Mao couldn't see clearly for a moment, and lost control of his judgment. He was inevitably a little frightened, and he didn't dare to rely on his feelings. He used force on his feet, jumped back a big step, and quickly adjusted his muscles, trying to control the center of gravity in the shortest possible time.
When Fei Sanli got this opportunity, he couldn't let it go. He missed the blow, hurriedly stepped forward, and nearly bullied his opponent. Then he exploded his shoulders, turned his palms into knives, and slashed down from both sides.
Li Maogang regained his footing and opened his eyes again. He had no time to dodge, so he could only shake his arms, swing them outward, and hit the enemy's palm knife.
During the exchange of blows, Fei Sanli's palm knife turned and turned into a blow, pulling on the waist and back, moving the thigh, pulling out his left foot, and thrusting it straight between the opponent's legs.
Bang! His left leg tensed up like a whip, tearing up the airflow all the way, making Li Maohan's hair stand up, he turned his waist sharply, and faced the enemy sideways with his lower body.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his right leg and bent his knee for a short kick.
This series of attacks made him a little confused and frightened. Fortunately, he didn't lose his position and was unable to cope with it.
Bang! Amidst the muffled sound, Li Mao borrowed strength, kicked off his right foot, leaned forward and punched, launching a counterattack with the force of a violent storm.
However, when Fei Sanli saw that he could not succeed, he had already rationally moved away and went behind him, not giving him a chance to gain momentum.
Seeing this situation, Li Mao calmed down his impatience, calmed down his emotions, corrected his position, and tried to find ways to deal with the situation, but at the same time, he did not forget to look for opportunities and create a situation that suited him.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! The two men sometimes fought in close combat, and sometimes wandered apart. Fei Sanli was slick and cunning, and firmly controlled the rhythm, never letting Li Mao's "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" last more than two times.
They fought fiercely for several minutes, and the students were so excited to watch and feel the pleasure of punching to the flesh. From time to time, they would blow the trumpet and hit the inflatable hammer, as if they were here to celebrate a festival.
Li Mao adhered to Fei Sanli's idea of playing many professional nine games and recovering for less than a week. He did not rush forward and played well, waiting for the opportunity to come.
When the fight was in full swing, he suddenly saw the bald bad guy's knees weakening and his sliding steps stagnating.
Chance!
Li Mao perked up, took a big step forward, exerted force under his feet, spread his right arm, and fired a cannon punch forward that made the clothes rattle.
Fei Sanli hurriedly lowered his center of gravity, raised his arms, and hurriedly resisted.
Bang! Li Mao's right fist failed to open the opponent's frame and bounced back. However, in his mind, he had already imagined the scene of howling wind and blizzard. He slightly changed his posture, adjusted his muscles, and used the force to shake out his left arm, making a big show.
It stabbed the enemy's throat like a spear.
Fei Sanli kept his eyes still, clenched a fist with his other hand and punched it violently, repelling the blow.
Once the violent storm started, it never stopped. Li Mao took advantage of the situation and pumped his legs, howling and kicking.
But at this moment, his thighs suddenly felt sore and weak, and he almost fell down after exerting all his strength.
Fei Sanli had a smile on his face, leaned forward, stretched out his right hand, spread his fingers, and pinched Li Mao's neck.
Huh, who doesn't know that "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" is a test of "persistence"? I let you fight so many times in vain just to consume your physical strength and bring you closer to the limit step by step.
At the end, he deliberately used a flaw to force you to use "Snowstorm" again. At this time, how many moves can you do in your state?
Hehe, if you continue to fight steadily, I will really have a flaw, and I don’t know who will win!
The referee raised his right hand and announced the result:
"Fei San wins!"
Hearing these words, Fei Sanli took back his right hand, looked at Li Mao with a cheerful smile and said:
"Boy, you are too young."
Although we are all juniors, I have experienced many battles.
Li Mao let out a breath, feeling a little disappointed and sad, but more of a self-examination and reflection, without the painful feeling.
In a martial arts competition, how can you only win but not lose?
And Fei Sanli is indeed stronger than himself.
He turned and walked towards the stone steps, while the students in the stands shouted and encouraged:
"Come on Li Mao!"
"You played well!"
They were very confident about the final result, and the short-term defeat did not affect their emotions at all.
Hearing these voices, Li Mao smiled, raised his hands, and clapped in thanks, leaving no trace of self-blame or pressure.
At the home team's seat, Lou Cheng turned his head to look at Yan Zheke and said with a smile:
"Looks like you have to bully the weak."
Yan Zheke rolled her eyes at him and snorted:
"If you don't solve it with these three moves, don't come back~!"
She reached out and gave Lou Cheng a high-five.
"Three moves? Are you too tolerant of Chengzi?" Cai Zongming next to him interjected, "I'll bet on one move!"
"What are you betting on?" Lou Cheng went to the ring in no hurry and fist bumped with the team members one by one.
Cai Zongming said without hesitation: "Bet on my integrity! Don't let yourself go!"
"Forget it, what's the point of betting on something you don't have?" Lou Cheng straightened his sleeves and walked towards the stone steps.
As soon as he appeared on the stage, the whole venue suddenly became noisy. Yan Xiaoling, who was standing in the aisle, Zhao Qiang, Li Liantong and others all raised their voices and shouted a name:
"Loucheng!"
The sound was overwhelming, as if they were welcoming their heroes!
Lou Cheng waved his hand and walked along the road to the stone steps. Mu Jinnian in the stands stamped his feet, secretly complaining that Coach Shi would not let Lin Que go up.
Standing opposite Fei Sanli, Lou Cheng looked calm, his eyes were clear, and he smiled and said:
"Don't worry, I will do my best."
This is a sign of respect for the warriors competing.
Don't worry? I don't feel at ease at all! Please, don't respect me anymore! Fei Sanli took a breath, saw the referee raise his right hand again, and shouted loudly:
"start!"
He didn't even bother to say which game this was, it was the last game anyway.
Fei Sanli thought to himself that his physical strength was almost exhausted, so he didn't want to fight to the death. Anyway, losing to Lou Cheng was not a shameful thing. When he was in his prime, there was an eight-way gap between him and his opponent, let alone now.
He suddenly took a few steps forward, waved his arms, and punched vigorously.
Lou Cheng smiled slightly, spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and grasped it with the palm of his hand empty. As soon as the two came into contact, his blood suddenly flowed back and condensed in his lower abdomen.
Fei Sanli suddenly felt that his fist was stuck in nothingness, limp and without strength, and then he saw the enemy's arm on the opposite side becoming bulging, and felt a violent and majestic force rushing in, as if he was encountering a real thing flying into the sky.
dragon
Lou Chengdan's Qi spurted out, his back swung sharply, and with a flick of his arm, he threw Fei Sanli away and flew high into the air.
Fei Sanli entered the state of soaring in the clouds without any resistance. He quickly adjusted his center of gravity and tried to stabilize his body, but he was shocked to find that he had not lost his balance at all, he was just flying.
Snapped!
He landed on his feet, stood firm, and saw the edge of the ring, from the outside!
With one swing, he was thrown directly out of the ring from a position close to the center. He flew for an unknown number of meters, and his center of gravity was stable without stumbling!
This lightness is simply frightening!
Raising his head in surprise, Fei Sanli looked at Lou Cheng, but the other party had put away his airs and was standing leisurely.
The referee also announced the final result:
"Lou Chengsheng!"
"Songdai Martial Arts Society wins!"
The students were stunned by the scene just now, feeling that it was unscientific. It was not until they heard the referee's voice that they came back to their senses and blew the trumpet, creating a warm atmosphere.
When Lou Cheng turned around and stepped off the stage, they all shouted again:
"Lou Cheng! Lou Cheng!"
"Lin Que! Lin Que!"
"Songda! Songda!"
Enjoying this atmosphere, Lou Cheng returned to his seat, smiled and said to Yan Zheke:
"one move!"
Yan Zheke snorted, turned his head with a smile, and immediately looked at the ring and both sides, suddenly thinking of the next divisions and the finals in April next year.
At this time, Shu Rui brought the team over and recorded their daily life.
"Lin Que, I rarely see you playing with your phone." She glanced at the expressionless man who was lowering his head and pressing the screen.
Lin Que glanced at her, did not answer, and continued to bury his head, typing characters in the search box: