Chapter 46: Knowing yourself and not knowing the enemy
Since the beginning of January, the sky in Yanling City has cleared up for the first time, the gloom has faded away, the warm sun is high, and the light shines on the earth, making people feel cheerful unconsciously.
Lou Cheng hummed a song, wearing a down jacket and a loose martial arts uniform with white bottom and black edges. He walked briskly into the venue and came to the big screen, looking for his number and name.
The fourth knockout round will be the biggest test to determine whether you can advance to the group stage!
I have come all the way here, gone through three tests, and transformed bit by bit. If I say that my mentality towards the group stage has not changed, I would definitely be deceiving myself.
At the beginning, the group stage competition itself was like an elusive hope. There was only a slight possibility. Booking the accommodation date until the end of the group stage was just in the hope that if you were lucky and the weakest player was drawn, you would get a bye.
What? If you have a good character, even the gods and Buddhas cannot stop you!
But now, the group stage is only one door away from me, and I can reach out and touch it. The hope is so great that people can't help but start to imagine, start to put their desires, start to be excited and excited, and also start to worry about gains and losses.
Never draw a strong person with a ninth-level career in the fourth round...
Lou Cheng prayed silently in his heart, his eyes fixed on the number "656".
"The first arena, the sixth game, No. 656, Lou Cheng, eighteen years old, no rank, No. 18, Wu Shitong, seventeen years old, second rank amateur."
The character is not bad... Lou Cheng felt joy in his heart, and he quickly came to his senses. The first arena? Isn't this the central arena?
This means that your game will be truly exposed to the majority of the audience!
Even before the group stage and the top 16, the audience would not exceed 2,000, but the gazes of hundreds or thousands of pairs of eyes would still make people fear and tremble. The focus of the crowd is always so beautiful and so difficult to digest.
Taking a deep breath, Lou Cheng was both a little nervous and a little excited. He pressed the phone and unlocked the screen. Just as he was about to "report" the lottery results to Yan Zheke, he saw that she had sent a message three minutes ago, with her hands clasped together.
road:
"It's not the ninth-level profession, it's not the ninth-level profession, it's not the ninth-level profession..."
Lou Cheng was amused, and with warmth and joy in his heart, he smiled and replied: "I was just wondering why you are so lucky today! It turns out it's your character that shines through! When I return to school after school starts, I must treat you to a meal!"
This is called beating the snake and following the stick, trying to get Yan Zheke to make a private appointment at the beginning of next semester!
Yan Zheke made a drooling expression: "I won't be polite! Did you get the amateur second or third grade?"
Seeing her reply, Lou Cheng couldn't help but clenched his fist and waved, whispering "YES". After two tragedies of failing to keep up with the changes, he finally found an opportunity to ask out Yan Zheke!
Sure enough, we still have to experience something together before the topic can naturally evolve into an appointment to have dinner and watch a movie.
"Amateur second grade, much better than I expected." Lou Cheng replied with a laughing expression.
Yan Zheke responded with a proud expression of pushing up his sunglasses: "Yes, I pray for you in vain, but you can't be careless. Those who can make it to the fourth round of knockout are not real weaklings, and they are also second-grade amateurs after all.
, there are too many things that capsize in the gutter."
"Thank you, Coach Yan, for the tip!" Lou Cheng replied with a smile.
While chatting and laughing, he reached the front of the queue. Before he could speak, the girl at the service desk Ning Ling said with a smile: "Be careful about your opponent today, but I believe you can win~"
Her voice rose slightly at the end, revealing a bit of liveliness.
Be careful? This opponent is not easy? Lou Cheng replied with a smile: "What's so special about him?"
"He is a lay disciple of Daxing Temple!" Ning Ling said as he printed out Wu Shitong's detailed information and handed it to Lou Cheng.
Lou Cheng, a lay disciple of Daxing Temple, was stunned for a moment. His heart became a little more solemn unconsciously, and he reached out and took the information.
Daxing Temple is one of the twelve highest-level forces together with Shangqing Sect, Shushanzhai, Yanzhao Hall, Wuyuehui, Longhu Club, Xinghai Club, etc.
Buddhist exoteric truth is an ancient pronoun.
You can imagine how its lay disciples are!
"Wu Shitong, a native of Yanling City, seventeen years old, a lay disciple of Daxing Temple..." Lou Cheng read the content of the information silently. It did not reveal the martial arts that Wu Shitong was good at, but he was eliminated from the seventh-level amateur in the first round and was eliminated in the second round.
Amateur level 3, amateur level 2 was eliminated in the third round. It can be clearly seen that he has a stable performance level, and he is not an ordinary amateur level 2. He should have some unique skills.
He took a deep breath, stepped aside, and sent this content to Yan Zheke.
Yan Zheke responded with a dumbfounded expression: "He is actually a lay disciple of Daxing Temple, but how did he end up as a second-grade amateur..."
Amused by what she said next, Lou Cheng's seriousness dissipated a bit: "Maybe it's because he's young, or maybe he was unlucky during the final product competition."
This is no joke, the fixed-level competition is quite a test of luck, because every year, the number of candidates for each level of professions below the fourth level is fixed, usually 10 to 15% of the applicants, and then divided into a certain number according to this ratio
In a group, there is an intra-group confrontation, and the top two will advance to the final round of knockout. If you are not good in character and are assigned to the strong group, and you meet two warriors who happen to be a little stronger than you, you can only watch helplessly because you are assigned to the weak group.
The defeated subordinates who were promoted from the group cheered for joy.
Therefore, Lou Cheng has begun to treat Wu Shitong as a real amateur.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Wu Shitong only participated in an amateur ranking competition once and has never been there since. His current strength cannot be calculated based on his ranking.
Yan Zheke made a scratching face: "No matter what, he is not at a professional level. If you could beat Jin Tao yesterday, you can hope to beat him today."
If it's a professional level, then participation is the main thing... Lou Cheng insulted himself and responded with a chest-beating expression: "Coach Yan, don't worry, after yesterday's battle, I am very confident and won't be afraid!"
Yan Zheke immediately made a "so angry" expression: "... Daxing Temple has many martial arts, and I don't know which style he is good at, so I can't arrange it accordingly."
This is common knowledge in martial arts. Lou Cheng knows it without searching. Daxing Temple has two nine-door secrets: "Buddha Speaks of the Great Light Sutra" and "Womb Treasure" and "Vajra".
Bad, golden bell shield and other physical skills, the "Vajra Realm" Zhi Fist Seal evolved into Arhat Boxing and other Zen martial arts, the great mighty virtue secret method evolved into the Sakyamuni Elephant Throwing Kung Fu and other powerful skills, the Vajra Seal evolved into the Grand Opening Tablet Hand, the Great
There is so much room for lay disciples to choose from the hard skills of outer sects such as monument smashing. Without seeing it with your own eyes, it is impossible to guess which skill Wu Shitong is good at and what style he is.
"And my game highlights were replayed on the big screen today..." Lou Cheng replied with a trembling expression, which meant that his opponent knew that he was good at it, but he had almost no idea about his playing style.
Yan Zheke immediately replied without any expression: "Then check to see if there are any of his game highlights on the big screen. I'll look for them on the official website."
After a while, when it was almost nine o'clock, Yan Zheke made a blank expression: "There are no similar martial arts in the competition highlights on the official website. Is it too easy for him to win, or is he too plain and simple..."
Seeing her devotedly helping him find information, Lou Cheng felt very sweet in his heart. During this trip to Yanling, not only was his martial arts and mentality undergoing radical changes, but there also seemed to be some welcome changes in his relationship with Yan Zheke.
progress.
When she successfully participates in her own affairs, she will always accumulate investment, care and concern little by little, and it is not just limited to small talk.
Of course, classmate Cai Zongming, the "Sage of Love", said that "feeling like she kind of likes me" is the first of the three major delusions in life, so we should not be too blindly optimistic.
"Those big screens that broadcast the competition don't have anything like the highlights of Daxing Temple disciples." Lou Cheng replied, but then he sent a smiling expression, "Forget it, just think of it as another kind of competition experience. It is inevitable to encounter encounters in life.
Meeting an enemy whom I don’t know but who knows myself and the enemy will be a test for my on-the-spot judgment and performance.”
Thanks to the transformation in the past few days, he quickly adjusted his mentality and actually comforted Yan Zheke.
Yan Zheke responded with a nodding expression: "Yeah, that's it. But even if we don't know exactly what martial arts Wu Shitong is good at, we can classify the martial arts of the lay disciples of Daxing Temple and make certain plans for different styles.
, the more prepared you are, the calmer you will be when encountering it.”
"Wise Coach Yan!" Lou Cheng praised him sincerely.
The two quickly began to collect and discuss information on this issue. During the process, Lou Cheng also asked the girls at the service desk and found that they did not know the exercises that Wu Shitong was good at.
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In the seats near the central arena, Liu Yinglong came to watch Lou Cheng's game again. He seemed to regard him as a continuation of his own game goals. It was better to lose to the top 32 than to lose to someone who had never passed the previous knockout rounds.
ah!
Next to him sat the disciples of the White Ape Martial Arts School. By the fourth round, they had all been wiped out.
"Wu Shitong, it's not easy..." Qin Zhilin sighed. They were both from Yanling, but he was only seventeen years old and was a lay disciple of Daxing Temple, a second-grade amateur. Every time he thought about it, he was jealous to death.
Liu Yinglong nodded: "This is a battle between dragons and tigers..."
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Not far from them, a sturdy young man wearing a red and yellow Daxing Temple lay disciple uniform was looking at the big screen intently. After a long time, he whispered:
"Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes..."
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When the fourth match in the central arena began, Lou Cheng had initially classified the Daxing Temple body training and Dan Realm exercises, and had a rough plan for them.
"I have to go and calm down." Lou Cheng waved his hand.
Yan Zheke responded with an encouraging expression: "I have lent you my wisdom and character~"
Then, she took the initiative to send a voice message.
With a smile on his face, Lou Cheng pressed the button to listen, and a familiar voice reached his ears:
"Go ahead, young man! Go for victory!"
Unable to hold back his laughter, Lou Cheng felt all uneasy and collected this voice message again.
The third time of refueling was no longer as surprising as the first two, but it was more understanding and warm, just like the feeling every time when I return home, plain and meaningful.
He put away his cell phone, stood up, and walked toward the central arena and into the sight of hundreds or thousands of spectators, fighting spirit boiling in his heart.