Unfamiliar words echoed in his ears. Sakata Ichiraka lay on the ground, his mind went blank. He actually forgot to stand up, as if he had returned home, returning to the daze he felt when he woke up every afternoon.
I tried my best to break through the past, but I still lost the game. Looking at Lou Cheng's shoes intact, it seemed that he didn't use all his strength at all and was always doing well...
When I was overtaken by Mr. Tiger, I comforted myself that those who ran fast did not necessarily run well. The second half of the race was the key to comparison. When he practiced the real "wave", I was always stuck in place.
I comfort myself that below this level, I am invincible and the strongest, and I will definitely be promoted in the future...
But now, facing an opponent of the same level who is only twenty years old, I am losing so embarrassingly and helplessly. What else can I do to comfort myself?
Lou Cheng took back his hand and coughed, waking up Ichiraka Sakata. He watched him stand up without any enthusiasm, his eyes full of confusion and frustration.
He only knew a few Japanese words and couldn't communicate, so he didn't bother to say more. He raised his hands and whispered in his native language:
"Concession."
Japanese warriors attach great importance to etiquette, and they cannot disgrace the country in this regard.
Ichiraka Sakata bowed as a habit and returned the favor naturally, turned around, and walked out of the ring with his steps drifting away from the horizon, completely ignoring the pain in his arm - he had used the "Ninjutsu: Back Attack" in desperate situations before, and he hurriedly
The bottom plate was temporarily unstable, and the mutated version of the "knock-on" recoil damage remained. Even if he had blocked Lou Cheng's series of kicks, he was still "floated" and flew out, and his arms were almost broken or broken.
split.
Lou Cheng had no interest in his inner journey or behind-the-scenes stories. He even forgot to greet the stands. He quickly rushed down the stone steps, found the match supervisor, got back his wallet and mobile phone, unlocked the screen, and sent Yan Zheke a message.
A message, he said with a "bad smile":
"Won!"
At this time, Peng Leyun raised his right hand and planned to punch to congratulate Peng Leyun. Ren Li and An Chaoyang retracted their arms in embarrassment, pretending to look left and right, and commented on the competition in other arenas.
Yan Zheke seemed to have been waiting, and quickly said with a "surprised" expression:
"It only took three and a half minutes to finish... Sakata Ichiraka is so famous that he has no merit."
"Pfft, I'll be proud of you for praising me like this!" Lou Cheng raised the corners of his mouth and sent a picture with a similar expression to his own.
The implication of Ke Xiaoke’s words is that anyone who can survive a minute or two in his own hands is considered a leader at the sixth level!
Yan Zheke "covered his mouth and snickered" and said:
"Hey, please call me a professional orange blower!"
"Okay, now you can concentrate on class~"
Lou Cheng put away his cell phone and returned to the stands. He stretched out his hand in a good mood and gave Peng Leyun, An Chaoyang, Ren Li and Zhong Ningtao a high-five respectively.
Uh, the expressions of some teammates are a bit strange...
"What's wrong?" Lou Cheng asked in confusion.
"Nothing." Peng Leyun's eyes continued to wander. An Chaoyang kept his eyes straight and concentrated on listening to the song. Ren Li lowered her head and carefully studied how to place bets.
…………
In the Dragon Tiger Club forum, the "Unparalleled Dragon King" said "funny":
“Haha, I’m browsing the Japanese forum, it’s so cool to see their comments!”
"Hey, hey, hey, you also understand Japanese, please translate it quickly and let me see how they praise it!" "The long night is coming." Yan Xiaoling deliberately used an expression of "laughing in anger".
"Sit and wait!" "Huan Fan" replied immediately.
After a while, "The Unparalleled Dragon King" began to translate one by one:
"Ichie Sakata has really become an ordinary person."
"Ichiei-kun actually performed beyond his level, but he still failed."
"He didn't have a chance from the beginning to the end, so when he burst out and hit 'Seven Sins of Death', it made people feel surprised and hopeful, but it still had no effect."
"Idiots! How could idiots like Ishihara from the Martial Arts Association give Hua four wild cards?"
"That Lou Cheng became very famous last year. I have seen his name here."
"I feel like he is a genius even more powerful than Mr. Tiger. It is said that there are many geniuses similar to him in China, including all the players sent this time!"
"After all, it is an ancient country full of history."
"We can only look forward to Kaoru-chan and Tiger-kun!"
"Kaoru-chan Saigao!"
…
"Haha, the Japanese people are quite talented, and they don't show any sour behavior." "Selling and selling wontons" and "laughing with arms akimbo".
"The long night is coming," Yan Xiaoling said stupidly, "Although I don't understand what they are saying, I still feel so good!"
There is nothing more satisfying than the defeat, praise and envy of your enemy!
"Xiaolong, Xiaolong, from now on the important task of translating comments like this will be left to you (patting on the shoulder)!" "Huan Fan" said enthusiastically.
…………
After finishing reading the content of the live broadcast, Lou Cheng felt more comfortable and did not show up again. After the first round of the double elimination tournament, he and his teammates returned directly to the hotel.
Standing in front of the window of the room on the upper floor, he looked at the bright lights symbolizing human civilization in the distance, feeling confident and waiting for the next round.
Picking up the phone, Lou Cheng shared this feeling with his wife, and finally said with a "sneaky smile":
"If you make it to the top 16, you'll get a bonus!"
Yan Zheke was in class seriously and could not reply in time. Lou Cheng waited for a while and did not hear the special reminder.
He subconsciously unlocked the screen and thought about sending another message, but after typing, he considered that too frequent messages would affect the girl's study, so he restrained himself and deleted the written content one by one.
After washing up, Lou Cheng turned off all the lights and lay down on the bed in the quiet darkness, looking for something to do to pass the time. He saw Fatty Jiang kindly giving away the holy food he had stolen in the past few days after "talking about" crying that he was hungry and wanted to eat midnight snacks.
It's like sending a picture of a delicious meal to a best friend.
"You're cruel! I decided to go out to eat at Lao Liu's BBQ. I'll take pictures for you later. You're welcome!" Jiang Fei said with an expression like "Come on, let's hurt each other."
"Pinch the fat on your body and touch your bulging belly. Won't your conscience hurt?" Lou Cheng scolded, "Besides, I'm going to sleep, and I can't see what you're posting (
Manually funny).”
To attack Jiang Pangzhong, Yan Zheke replied to his previous message, "Sit upright" and said:
"Waiting for you to treat me to a big dinner with the bonus~! By the way, the Queen Mother will return to China around September 14th."
"Okay!" Lou Cheng quickly switched to the APP, booked a flight to the United States on September 14th, and showed the screenshot to classmate Ke Xiaoke.
"I really want to tear off more than a dozen pages from the calendar!" Yan Zheke said in a joking tone what was in her heart.
After a few words of conversation, it was time to go to class again, and Lou Cheng was approaching the time to go to bed, so they said "goodbye" to each other.
The next morning, he woke up on time and did various things step by step. Finally, he came to the place where he had been exercising and continued his hard training day after day.
As he was visualizing, the cold light burst out, crystal clear and dreamy, but it brought out the boundless darkness, endless loneliness and extreme coldness without any heat.
As this picture took shape, Lou Cheng felt that the frost power in his body was changing slightly, becoming more illusory, more ethereal, and more like a vortex absorbing temperature.
This is the sublimation of "Bingshuang Jin" to "Bing Soul Jin". He has seen the way out and is laying a solid foundation.
After practicing "Bing Soul Jin" for a while, Lou Cheng took out the "Picture of the Emperor Yan" whose charm had lost a lot of time, concentrated on the realization, and tried to outline in his mind the kind of gathering, the kind of heaviness, the kind of explosion and the kind of jet.
However, he was still a little behind and still failed to visualize successfully.
"'Yandi Jin' seems to be a highly condensed and spontaneously changing 'Zhu Rong Jin'..." Lou Chengruo thought thoughtfully, and when his spirit was close to the limit, he started to practice his fists and kicks.
It was another day without any surprises. They sparred in the morning, rested in the afternoon, and came to Elephant Kingdom in the evening to watch the draw of the second round of the double-elimination tournament.
Because it has only been one round and no one has lost two games yet, there are still thirty-six players and eighteen duels.
This time, Lou Cheng's name was drawn out early.
"Who could it be? I hope it's not a Japanese warrior anymore, so I can experience more different martial arts..." He secretly thought about it.
After a few seconds, the guest drew his opponent and shouted the name loudly:
"Miluo, Vega!"
Weijia Lou Cheng turned his head in astonishment and looked at the stern man wearing a blue general uniform. He saw him looking over expressionlessly, his eyes filled with silvery white and dancing!
Damn it, we met the second seed in the second round of the double-elimination tournament!