The referee stood in the center of the ring and shouted:
"The first game between Shanbei University Martial Arts Club and Songcheng University Martial Arts Club."
"Fang Zhirong versus Lin Que!"
As the sound echoed, Lin Que and Fang Zhirong stood up at the same time, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
Perhaps due to habit, or perhaps due to long-term influence, Lin Que did not go directly to the ring, but first bumped fists with his teammates from left to right, and heard cheers after cheers.
When he came to the coach, Old Shi coughed. He was not as enthusiastic as the young people, and he only uttered two words:
"Don't worry."
Don't worry... Lin Que repeated silently, a light seemed to flash in his deep eyes.
He turned around and left his seat, and walked step by step along the road to the defending champion to reach the stone steps, while the sound of small trumpets all around him was deafening, welcoming Fang Zhirong's appearance.
Fang Zhirong is a big boy of medium height, handsome appearance, relatively shy, but his eyes are wild and stubborn, and his body seems to hide a soul with eyes higher than the top and full of edges.
As soon as he stood on the right side of the referee, he stared at Lin Que sharply, his eyes full of eagerness to fight.
Lin Que showed no sign of weakness and looked back calmly, as if there was a fire burning in the depths of his eyes.
Defeating a qualified opponent is something that every warrior yearns for and looks forward to!
This tense scene on the stage made the host in the live broadcast room couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"Last September, they were highly anticipated talented martial artists in the university martial arts circles, but they were always sidelined and failed to compete. One of them was obscured by Peng Leyun's light and became a dark place under the lamp, and the other was overtaken by Lou Cheng.
, was dimmed by miracles, everyone has his or her own disappointments, and today’s showdown must have a loser and a winner, well, a draw is not ruled out, in short, the winner gets back his own glory, and the loser feels sad.
, encountered greater setbacks and endured greater pressure, Senior Zhang, who do you think you are more optimistic about?"
"It's hard to say." Zhang He shook his head in an old way and refused to make a definite judgment. "They have only entered the Dan Realm for a few months and are in the stage of rapid progress. How many battles has Lin Que trained?
What a breakthrough the move, 'Meteor Jin' has made, what new things Fang Zhirong has learned from the incomplete Anbu, Plague and Magnets are not known to outsiders, that is to say, they don't know each other very well.
This game is full of variables.”
When the host and the guests were chatting and introducing each other, the referee looked left and right, stretched out his right hand and said:
"Conversation time begins."
Fang Zhirong smiled shyly, and said with more fighting spirit in his eyes:
"When I first entered college, I kept hearing your name and being compared with you. I would inevitably want to fight with you. But last year, President Xu awakened the 'crow's mouth' power, and he didn't give it to you.
I left a chance, and now, I can finally have a formal competition with you!"
Having said this, he stopped being polite and polite and said decisively:
"Let's see who is more powerful and who doesn't deserve the name!"
"Let's see who among us is the proud one!"
Since August, I have been holding my breath, waiting for today, waiting for the battle to prove myself!
Faced with his provocative and stimulating words, Lin Que didn't even blink an eyelid. He stood there with no expression on his face, silent, brewing, and counting secretly.
Knowing the other party's usual behavior, Fang Zhirong didn't pay attention. He felt relieved after saying what was in his heart, and began to adjust his body slightly, turning the local magnetic field, and pushing the state up step by step.
When the conversation was coming to an end, he suddenly saw Lin Que open his mouth, speak calmly, and reply to his previous words:
"It's a pity that you are not Peng Leyun."
It's a pity that you are not Peng Leyun... Does it mean that I am not qualified enough? There is still a big gap between me and Peng Leyun? The place in Fang Zhirong's heart that he least wanted to be touched by others was hit, and he was furious because of his deeply hidden inferiority.
Like a wild cat whose tail has been stepped on, its pupils shrink and its hairs stand on end. It will pounce on it without hesitation and tear the opponent to pieces.
Sooner or later, I will defeat Peng Leyun, and sooner or later, I will surpass him!
"This day" starts with defeating you!
Just before Fang Zhirong came to his senses and suppressed his emotions, the referee raised his right hand and waved it suddenly:
"start!"
Lin Que's grasp of the enemy's psychology and his use of time were extremely precise, making him worthy of being a top student in the psychology department.
However, when it comes to psychological problems, those who are able to heal have always been unable to heal themselves, and are quite resistant to the treatment of others.
Fang Zhirong's anger burned, his back bent, and he zigzagged towards his opponent as if he was about to touch the ground. His speed was extremely fast, and his footwork was very tricky, making it impossible to predict where he would land every time.
Lou Cheng combined a mercury-centered snake step, which pales in comparison to what he is doing now!
No matter how furious he was, Fang Zhirong was still a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles. He had watched several of Lin Que's previous games and was deeply impressed by his lightning attack with an explosion of Dan Realm from the beginning, and did not leave him such a chance.
Lin Que's expression was indifferent, he did not make any attack, his muscles and fascia were moving, he stepped on Yu steps, and walked towards Fang Zhirong, turning his passivity into initiative.
The sound of the wind filled the stage, and the two people moved around quickly, constantly crossing each other, each looking for and waiting for the most suitable opportunity to make a move. However, as soon as such a moment appeared, it was often covered up by the other's footwork, so that they were
There was no collision within dozens of seconds, as if it was performing a dance for everyone.
A layman can watch the show, but an expert can watch the show. While the audience was a little disappointed because there was no physical fight, Lou Cheng was watching very intently.
The steps of Uncle Brother and Fang Zhirong are different. One has a clever turn and a straight line like a shooting star. They win with "quick" and "smart". The other is only crooked and not straight, winding and erratic, very weird.
Like a ghost in the dark night.
Of course, none of them have achieved anything in this regard. They are obviously weaker than the Qiu Lin that they have encountered. This girl has practiced the body skills passed down from her family to the point where "lotus springs up every step of the way, and clouds and thunder follow".
My eldest uncle has to practice Yubu to the level of "Bugang Step Fighting". When walking, he will be surrounded by "Gangfeng" and make continuous explosions, so that he can be compared.
After a few more circles, as the distance between the two sides became shorter and shorter, Lin Que and Fang Zhirong seized the opportunity almost at the same time. Without having time to use their strength and burst out "Elixir Qi", they exploded their shoulders and swung quickly.
The forearm punched out like lightning, a back muscle swelled, he slid forward to grab, and the fist came out as fast and violent as a night hallucination.
boom!
The opportunities of both sides were intercepted by each other, and the two fists collided in mid-air, creating the first muffled sound since the start of the game.
Seeing the two fists frozen in the air for an instant, Fang Zhirong's elbow flicked in a weird dislocated manner, raising his forearm like a poisonous snake, and jumped up against Lin Que's fist, with his fingers spread out, quickly and
He grabbed the opponent's arm accurately and hard.
At this moment, Fang Zhirong's five fingers glowed with a faint light, as if they had turned into fangs, trying to pour something deadly into Lin Que's body through contact.
ANBU, "Dark Poison Power"!
This power originally came from the Anbu, also known as the "Plague Poison Power". It was later learned by the founder of the "Black Sky Infinite Sutra" and incorporated what he learned, becoming one of the core powers of the Anbu. Compared with the original version
, the poisonous intention is reduced, and the trick is even worse. No matter where it touches Lin Que, as long as it is not cut off by his burst of strength, it will poison him!
Although at Fang Zhirong's current level, the "Dark Poison Power" he has developed cannot kill Lin Que, but it can at least make him suffer from various negative states, such as dizziness, difficulty breathing, chest tightness and shortness of breath, thereby effectively reducing the opponent's
He had great strength, and the "poison" would definitely accumulate, and it would be difficult for Lin Que to withstand it when it was added up again and again.
The five fingers are like teeth, and he is about to bite down hard, so fast that no one can dodge.
At this moment, Lin Que's arm muscles suddenly tightened, contracted inward, and clung tightly to the bones, making that area "shorter" out of thin air, causing Fang Zhirong's "venomous fangs" to activate slightly earlier, briefly
Being in vain is like being trapped in a void where it is difficult to reach.
This stretch and shrinkage are not ordinary, but Lin Que accomplished it with "returning strength and holding strength"!
Immediately afterwards, without trying to grab the opponent's wrist, he sprayed out his strength and stepped hard with his left foot, each step followed by a plow!
Doube, the 16th form, Earth Splitting!
Boom!
Sound erupted from inside the ring, and the ground under Fang Zhirong's feet suddenly cracked, and he rushed upward with force, just like the resurrection of a volcano.
Compared with the previous one, Lin Que's move has made great progress!
Fang Zhirong felt pain in the sole of his foot, and he involuntarily twitched his leg away. His body became unstable, lost its center of gravity, and became swaying.
During this process, his right hand was raised upwards, and his open fingers left Lin Que's arm, and he was no longer able to catch and inject poisonous energy.
Lin Que's eyes flashed, and he was about to seize the opportunity and start a combo!
In this situation, Fang Zhirong neither followed the swaying trend, dodged outwards, and used footwork to avoid the follow-up, nor did he hold on hard, return his energy and blood, stabilize his body, and resist the counterattack. Instead, he shifted his center of gravity while swaying.
Swinging, his shoulders tightened, and he swung his right hand back, using the back of his palm to hit Lin Que's arm that had not been withdrawn.
He visualized in his mind, and the darkness on his fingertips quickly faded, and the edges of his palms were stained with a touch of cyan.
Snap!
Lin Que, who was about to attack, couldn't dodge, and the back of his hand grazed his forearm. His vision suddenly went black, and he felt an indescribable severe pain, as if he had suffered a fracture or been hit in a vital part.
Just one rub, but it hurts so much!
Wenbu, the twenty-seventh form, "Scorpion Tail Needle"!
Fang Zhirong's past few months have not been in vain. Not only has he mastered his strength, but he has also mastered two unique moves!
Such a blow cannot exert the toxicity of "Dark Poison Power", but it can produce many times the normal pain stimulation, significantly affecting the enemy!
In the severe pain, although Lin Que's right hand was not actually injured, it still seemed to be crippled because it felt uncomfortable when he exerted force!
At this time, Fang Zhirong finally swung away and took a few steps back unsteadily.
Lin Que knew that such stimulation could be resolved by contracting Qi, blood, strength and spirit, but it was equivalent to wasting an opportunity for the elixir realm to explode, so he stubbornly glared, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and did not deal with it.
His face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.