The girl with a mustache in a dark down jacket and the girl playing with her mobile phone followed Liu Yinglong in panic, looking back to the seventh ring from time to time, but their sight was completely blocked by the players and spectators coming and going.
Liu Yinglong walked forward in silence without saying a word, which made his junior brother and junior sister feel depressed.
After walking for a while, the girl playing with her mobile phone finally couldn't bear it anymore and timidly said: "Elder brother, where are we going now?"
Liu Yinglong stopped, paused for a few seconds, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Emergency Room."
The mustache and the girl looked at each other in astonishment. Not only did the senior brother lose to that classless college student, but he was also injured?
The three of them were silent again, walking through the crowd and heading to the emergency room.
——Injuries in martial arts competitions are very common, and disabilities and deaths occasionally occur. Therefore, for every official competition, the organizer will cooperate with the hospital to set up an emergency room at a suitable place in the venue to provide immediate treatment.
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Lou Cheng was smiling broadly and pacing excitedly. His excitement was palpable. He had already retrieved his mobile phone and was logging into QQ, ready to share the joy of his victory with Yan Zheke as soon as possible.
"Hahaha, I won the first official game! I won, I won, I won!" He pressed his hands quickly and made a "smug smile" expression.
Of course, Yan Zheke is still in the sky and will not land until after eleven o'clock. He cannot see or respond immediately, and this does not take into account the delay.
After sending this message, Lou Cheng calmed down a little. After thinking about it, he didn't tell Cai Zongming about the matter. He would wait until the matter was settled. Who knows how far he could go. If he was defeated in the second round tomorrow.
If you are eliminated, don't you have to endure the ridicule of classmate Xiao Ming in vain?
Opening the web page and entering the forum, he flipped through the live broadcast posts of "Road to the Arena" and "One Punch Invincible", wanting to know the results of their matches, but found that these two matches were in the afternoon, and they are now competing.
Wandering around the field, watching competitions in different arenas.
"It's a pity that no one paid attention to my match, and not many spectators witnessed my victory..." Lou Cheng felt a little regretful, put away his mobile phone, and walked to the central arena, intending to watch more matches and gain more knowledge.
The central arena arranges matches that attract relatively more attention, but attention does not mean that professional ninth-grade warriors will appear, because if their opponents are weak and the battle ends in a few blows, the viewing experience will be much worse. Therefore,
The competition in the central arena follows one principle - to be relatively evenly matched.
Of course, this is not the case for the famous warriors. Many spectators come just to watch their competition, so they will naturally be arranged in the central arena.
When Lou Cheng came to the central arena, a game had just ended, and some of the audience who didn't like the big screen and preferred to watch it up close were having a heated discussion.
"The White Ape Martial Arts School is really strong. No wonder it has become more and more famous in the city in the past two years and has spread to other cities." A young man with acne on his face said to his companions with emotion.
His companion was short, fat and stocky, nodding frequently: "Yes, the fifth-grade amateur versus the sixth-grade amateur, obviously only one grade higher, but they won so easily, and the battle was settled in a few or two!"
"Haha, he was jumping around like a monkey. He knocked his opponent out in a few strokes and couldn't keep up with his rhythm. By the way, what is his name?" An uncle wearing a black leather jacket interjected next to him.
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"It seems his name is Qin Zhilin, one of the more powerful disciples of the White Ape Martial Arts School." The acne-covered boy seemed to be a native of Yanling and knew the White Ape Martial Arts School quite well.
"Who is the most powerful among the disciples of White Ape Martial Arts School? I will go and compete with him to see." Uncle Jacket was very interested.
The acne-prone boy thought for a while and said, "It's their senior brother. He seems to be called Liu Yinglong. Liu Bei's Liu should be Ying, the Dragon King's Dragon."
Uncle Jacket wrote down this name and planned to go to the service desk to check which ring Liu Yinglong's match was in.
After watching him leave, the two teenagers spoke almost at the same time:
"Let's report to the White Ape Martial Arts School!"
Listening to their discussion, Lou Cheng felt a little proud, hehe, the disciple of the White Ape Martial Arts School that you say is so powerful lost to me, he lost to me!
However, according to them, the through-arm boxing of Baiyuan Martial Arts School seems to be very powerful. Liu Yinglong cannot be regarded as an ordinary fourth-level amateur. He may have the fighting strength of a third-level amateur.
Of course, a difference of one or two levels is not a huge difference, and three or four levels are not even considered desperate. In a martial arts competition, one should look at one's own level, the other should look at the state at the time, the third should look at everyone's will, the fourth should look at whether the fighting styles are incompatible, and the fifth
It depends on each other's understanding. It's not just the level that can determine the outcome. Otherwise, we don't have to compete. Just show the level. As long as the level is different, we can determine the winner.
"If you calculate it this way, how many levels of strength do I have?" Lou Cheng estimated with great interest while watching the competition in the central arena, "My strength is only slightly worse than Liu Yinglong, and there is a big gap in flexibility and agility, but
I am much better than him in physical coordination, short-term burst ability, and sustained burst of endurance. Concentration and sensory acuity cannot be compared for the time being... His fighting style is not bad, but his actual combat experience is weak... Calculate it, calculate it,
Do I have the strength of a third or fourth grade amateur?"
It’s not that I don’t know, but I was shocked when I calculated it. With comparison and actual combat, Lou Cheng intuitively felt his own level.
It has only been more than three months, and before I know it, I have reached the level of Senior Brother Li Mao? Is he as strong as a third- or fourth-level amateur?
Well, you can't be blindly proud. You have to play a few more games to be sure and have a bottom line!
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Qin Zhilin, a disciple of the White Ape Martial Arts School, received attention and cheers because he showed off his skills in the central arena. He was so proud and excited that it was hard to describe.
He met up with several fellow disciples who had finished the competition in a nearby arena and walked towards the agreed upon location.
"Hurry up, senior brother must be impatient with waiting!" Qin Zhilin said with a smile. His winning speed should be similar to that of senior brother, but the number of games is relatively behind.
Another disciple from the White Ape Martial Arts School echoed with a smile: "Senior Brother's opponent is so weak and the game starts so early. You can't blame us for being late."
He also won.
Several disciples chatted and laughed, and surrounded Qin Zhilin to the appointed stand. Liu Yinglong was already sitting there waiting, accompanied by a mustache wearing a down jacket and a girl playing with a mobile phone.
"Let me tell you, senior brother must have been waiting for a long time." Qin Zhilin had just finished speaking when he suddenly saw Liu Yinglong's right shoulder was bulging, and he didn't know what was stuffed in it.
"Elder brother, what's wrong with you?" he blurted out.
Several other disciples also noticed the strange atmosphere. The usually lively Mustache didn't even say hello or speak!
Liu Yinglong said calmly, and after a long silence, he said: "I was injured during the game."
"No way? That kid can hurt you, Senior Brother? He, doesn't he have no level?" Qin Zhilin stuttered a bit. Among the disciples of the White Ape Martial Arts School, he admired Senior Brother Liu Yinglong the most. He had no foundation in martial arts.
In just two years, he has overtaken all his peers and achieved the fourth rank of amateur level. In the words of his master, Liu Yinglong has both physical and mental abilities and is a genius in practicing Tongbei Quan.
How could such a senior brother be easily injured?
Another disciple expressed concern: "Sir, your shoulder is injured, what will happen in the next game?"
"What else can we do? Of course, give up." A female disciple retorted.
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the girl with the mustache and the girl playing with the mobile phone were strangely silent.
"There is no further competition, I have already lost." Liu Yinglong said in a hoarse voice.
Lost? Senior brother lost? All the disciples looked at each other in disbelief.
"Senior Brother, is that guy Lou, Lou or whatever, really a direct descendant of a big sect, and he just didn't participate in the amateur competition? What level of quality do you think he has?" Qin Zhilin quickly recovered and asked questions continuously.
Liu Yinglong thought for a while and said: "The body is unified and coordinated... If he is not close to this description, he is not far away."
The body is unified and coordinated as desired? Isn't this a description of the alchemy realm?
Several disciples were stunned and speechless.
After a short silence, Liu Yinglong slowly stood up:
"Let's talk about it after we get back to the martial arts school."
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After waiting in line for a few minutes, the man in the leather jacket smiled and said to the girl at the service desk:
"Can you help me check the match date? Liu Yinglong's match at White Ape Martial Arts School."
He was too lazy to look through the dense lineup, and what if the game was already over?
The girl at the service desk said with a professional smile: "Okay, wait a moment, Liu Yinglong from White Ape Martial Arts School...well, his competition is over, he lost."
"Lost? Hey, interesting, which player did he lose to?" The leather jacket man's interest became more and more intense.
From Qin Zhilin, we can infer Liu Yinglong’s strength, but he actually lost?
"A player named Lou Cheng, he, he, he has no class." The girl at the reception desk suddenly stuttered.
The uncle in the leather jacket was surprised at first, but then he was relieved: "Is he a disciple of some sect..."
"That's it, that's just an ordinary college student." The girl at the reception desk became even more surprised.
"What?" The man in the leather jacket took a breath and said hurriedly, "Give me his detailed information and I will take a look at it tomorrow!"
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After returning to the martial arts gym, Liu Yinglong reported the competition to the gym owner and master Yu Haichao, and finally said: "Master, can you tell what Lou Cheng's background is? Which school and sect is he from?"
Yu Haichao also had unusually long arms and slightly frosty white hair. He muttered: "Coordinate the body and bring the center of gravity back. This is the basic ability of the 'Dan Qi Realm'. In the 'Physical Refining Realm', there is also no shortage of pile skills. It is too much."
, it's impossible to tell, and the blow he hurts you later, according to Xiaodong's description, is a bit like the 24 blows of the blizzard of the 'Ice Department', and also a bit like the explosion of the electric fire pile of the 'Lei Department', it's hard to be sure.
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"Master, why don't you make a phone call and find out more about me?" Liu Yinglong requested again.
"Why bother? Who has never lost a game? The Martial Saint has lost, and the Dragon King has lost too!" Yu Haichao shook his head.
Liu Yinglong continued to plead: "Master, I don't want revenge, I just don't want to lose in an unclear way."
Yu Haichao thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
Although it has only been two years since he opened the White Ape Martial Arts School in Yanling City, the personal connections among the warriors gave him enough ability to investigate some things.
——After warriors gave up fighting against technology, they quickly integrated into modern society. They were humans, not beasts, and their relationship with technology was not life-or-death. They could also master technology and use thermal weapons, and they quickly occupied many resources.
In the current society, due to the popularity of martial arts, many criminals are not weak and have obvious advantages over the police who do not have strong firepower. The police department has to absorb martial artists who love power or have withdrawn from the professional circle to fight against and maintain the harmony and stability of society.
In recent years, the police department has basically been the preserve of warriors. Otherwise, it is not enough to fight against those criminals who are strong and armed with firearms. In the army, the special forces are all composed of warriors. Only high-tech and high-power units are still
While guarding against the disciples of the sect, more support is given to the new forces.
With this kind of personal connection, Yu Haichao quickly got the answer and turned to look at Liu Yinglong:
"The information is the same as what you saw, there is no other information."
Liu Yinglong frowned: "This is not normal."
"Yes, it's not normal." Yu Haichao sighed, "But what can I do? Master, do you want me to watch his game in person tomorrow?"