It's quite interesting to fight with the flying power... Qu Hui was lying on the ground, looking up at Lou Cheng, repeating what he just said in a daze. For a moment, he forgot that the coldness in his body had melted away, he forgot to stand up, he forgot
I usually have a very serious demeanor.
The reason why he played with me for so long was because he was experiencing and enjoying the unique experience of playing against flying abilities?
Dong Dong Dong! Qu Hui's heart expanded and contracted, spurting out streams of hot blood, dissipating the remaining coldness, but he did not feel any warmth from this. Instead, he felt as if he had sunk into a thousand-year ice cave, feeling deeply
The surroundings are dark, depressing and cold.
Is this what despair feels like?
Is the gap between me and Lou Cheng so big?
Even if I face him with unrecovered internal injuries, I will only be killed instantly?
The good feelings I had before have turned into ridicules and slaps...
Haha, how could a pie fall from the sky!
Lou Cheng didn't say anything, he cupped his hands, turned around, and walked towards the stone steps.
To be honest, Qu Hui does have a seventh-level combat power. It would be more troublesome to use other weak sixth-level players who have not recovered from internal injuries to deal with him. If he is not careful, he will capsize in the gutter. However, he has some special skills to restrain him.
He was able to kill him instantly, just like fighting a warrior who had just entered the Dan Realm and had no special powers.
For example, although Bing Jing cannot sense the operation of superpowers, Qu Hui does not rush directly into him recklessly, but still uses moves to kick his legs. There is a prelude, which makes it easier for him to "pre-emptively" grasp and deal with it in advance, allowing him to change strangely.
Xiang's characteristics have almost no effect. Similarly, the long-range attack ability of "Bing Zi Jue" within a certain range just solves the problem of how to hit him. Moreover, Qu Hui does not have the corresponding secret defense, and his spirit is not strong enough to be like him.
If a seventh-grade warrior resists with force like that, the result will be self-evident.
In other words, with the same seventh-level combat power, it would be much more difficult to defeat Qu Hui in his current state against a normal seventh-level Dan state.
Of course, the rules of the arena competition also limit the opponent's performance. If you can use weapons and give Qu Hui, who is flying in the air, a bow, a crossbow or a thermal weapon, then things will be completely different.
Watching Lou Cheng leave the ring and walk to his seats, the surrounding audience fell silent. The boos in the sky had long since dissipated, and only the lingering sound was still lingering.
At this time, booing the other person is more like booing yourself!
Along the road, back to the starting point, Lou Cheng saw Yan Zheke coming up to him, clenched his fists with a smile like a flower and shouted:
"Cheng Zi, you played great! You are so powerful!"
She was responding to the previous memes about "playing great" and "playing great".
With a tacit smile, Lou Cheng became more and more happy. After bumping fists with the girl, he high-fived Lin Que, Li Mao, Cai Zongming and others one by one. Everyone was very happy.
Haiyuan is weaker than Sanjiang. Passing this level means that the door to the national competition is close at hand!
"I really want to celebrate, but my reason tells me that I can't get carried away and look down on Haiyuan." Sun Jian said with a smile.
"Just understand! Keep a low profile and build up your character!" Lin Hua glared at him.
While everyone was talking and laughing, Old Man Shi waved his hand: "Let's go back to the locker room first. How dare you celebrate in front of so many sad classmates?"
"Excuse me!" Cai Zongming replied without hesitation.
Having said that, he still followed the main team and entered the locker room in the depressive atmosphere that permeated the entire venue.
Well, I had the nerve to celebrate, but I was more afraid of irritating my classmates who were still at an impulsive age. They were surrounded by thousands of people and trampled...
Yan Xiaoling in the stands was like an abandoned quail. She was about to cry but had no tears. She wanted to celebrate but had to look around, trembling under the gloomy faces.
"Hey!" She sighed deliberately, pulled Mu Jinnian and lowered her head, pretending to be sad.
Don't hit me, one of my own!
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January 5th, 3:45 pm, Haiyuan College Martial Arts Venue.
Lou Cheng looked at the fierce battle on the ring, turned his head to Yan Zheke's ear, lowered his voice and laughed:
"Your brother is not going to let me play today."
Yan Zheke rolled his eyes at him: "Isn't it enough that my brother left you the complete Qu Hui in the last game?"
In the match against Haiyuan College, it was Sun Jian's turn to be the vanguard, but he still didn't encounter anything good. At the beginning, he encountered the opponent's leader, Cheng Du Jinsha, who was in the Dan Realm and had super powers. He was easily killed instantly, while Lin Que later showed off his skills.
Xue, after three minutes of fierce fighting, once again used the "Death Tribulation" combo to defeat the opponent.
In the next two games, he faced different ninth-level warriors. First, he easily defeated one of them by seizing the opportunity to burst into the Dan Realm, and now he fought hard with an exhausted body.
While Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke were whispering to each other, Lin Que used his weight like mercury to find his opponent's flaw. He swung his arms rapidly and fired out "Meteor Power" one after another.
boom!
Lu Yaqian's energy and blood surged, rushing straight into her throat. Her internal organs seemed to be shaking violently along with her muscles and fascia. She wanted to use her arms, but she couldn't lift them. She watched helplessly as the opponent's fist hovered next to her temple.
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The referee raised his right hand and encouraged the sound of his Dantian:
"In the fourth round, Lin Que wins!"
"The final result is that Songda Martial Arts Club wins!"
Lin Que retracted his fist and gasped for air, sweat dripping from his forehead, and a flash of joy flashed in his tired eyes.
Lou Cheng and others all jumped up and high-fived each other with smiles on their faces, as if they were saying "Happy New Year" to each other during the Spring Festival.
National competition, we are finally here!
They don't have the excitement and ecstasy that comes after a hard battle, but they have a more natural sense of certainty and beauty.
Returning to Songcheng and entering the campus, Cai Zongming suddenly suggested with a smile:
"How about we all go have a dinner together to celebrate?"
Songda Martial Arts Club, which has not entered the national competition for many years, does have reason to celebrate!
"Okay, where should we get together?" Lou Cheng immediately agreed.
After answering, he remembered that he was not the one who made the decision, and quickly looked at his master.
"Go ahead, go ahead, you have to celebrate after qualifying. Don't forget to order a few bottles of good wine for the old man and pay the bill from the martial arts club." Old Man Shi agreed with a smile on his face.
Everyone cheered and started discussing where to have dinner. Finally, classmate Xiao Ming made the final decision:
"Let's go to the food stall. The quality is a bit lower, but it's comfortable and you can have a good celebration."
After inviting Shu Rui and her shooting team, the Martial Arts Club team went to a food stall near the old campus, found a spacious seat, ordered barbecue griddle pot goose lip and other items, and set up a full table.
After opening a bottle of wine for Old Man Shi, Lou Cheng and others each poured juice, raised their glasses, and under the recording of the camera, clinked their glasses together and shouted out their emotions in unison:
"National competition! National competition!"
The voice is loud and youthful.
Seeing this scene, Shu Rui couldn't help but recall the beautiful life in college, and felt sad and sighing for a while.
I really want to be reborn and go back to the day I first entered school, to taste and enjoy every bit of my past.
Once we graduate, everyone will go their separate ways, and many past events and friendships will never be brought back.
During the wanton celebration, the noisy Lou Cheng and others caused dissatisfaction at the table next to them. A young man with a tattoo on his arm came over and shouted:
"What's the fuss about?"
"Sorry, we will pay more attention." Old Lou Cheng blushed and apologized quickly, feeling that he and others seemed to have violated public ethics.
The young man looked around and sneered:
"Is it enough to just pay attention?"
At their table, seven or eight men stood up together.
Lou Cheng's mouth twitched:
"Is that so?"
With a flick of his wrist, he threw out a ball of crimson flame, causing it to explode on the steps in front of the tattooed young man, rising up and illuminating the other man's face.
...The tattooed young man stood there stupidly, neither advancing nor retreating. It was not until his companion came over tremblingly, pretending to be at peace, that he helped him back.
Lou Cheng ignored the astonished looks around him, retracted his hand, sat down again, picked up a skewer of beef, and started to bite into it.
We don’t cause trouble, but we’re not afraid of it either!
"Chengzi, this doesn't look like your style?" Yan Zheke tilted his head closer with a smile and whispered.
"Why doesn't it look like it?" Lou Cheng asked funnyly.
Yan Zheke raised his eyes, bit his teeth lightly, and said with a smile: "I thought you would be more low-key and step on the cement floor to scare him back, but you just used your fire power to demonstrate, huh, huh, too showy.
No, it’s not your style~!”
"You know me, Ke Xiaoke. In fact, the first thing I considered was to quietly crack the cement floor, which was relatively subtle and low-key. But after careful consideration, I gave up this idea." Lou Cheng sighed.
Yan Zheke blinked and asked curiously: "Why?"
Lou Cheng replied sadly: "You will be fined if you step on the cement floor!"
Once bitten, twice shy!
Phew! Yan Zheke turned his head and trembled, almost losing his temper with laughter.
The dinner continued until after eight o'clock in the evening. Everyone had enough to eat and drink. Finally, they raised their glasses and shouted a few more times:
"National competition! National competition!"
…………
In the days that followed, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke entered the busy exam season, reviewing for exams, reviewing for exams, in a continuous cycle.
On January 16th, before they had the last exam left, another thing started on time.
That is the drawing ceremony for the National University Martial Arts Tournament finals!
Sixteen strong martial arts teams from eight divisions will be divided into groups to fight!
In the office of Songda Martial Arts Club, a group of people gathered again, turned on their computers, connected to the Internet, and waited for the live broadcast to begin.
Shu Rui also came here and faithfully recorded the most original reactions.
In her opinion, Songda is currently only one step behind Shandong University, half a step behind Imperial Capital, and on the same level as Huahai Guangnan. It is a strong team capable of hitting the top four, but they have no historical results and cannot become seeds. Specific results
A lot depends on the result of the draw, after all, there are strong players in other teams.