With a calm mind and holding Yuan Shouyi in his arms, Lou Cheng used the golden elixir to look inside himself, squirming his muscles bit by bit, adjusting his state, forgetting everything except the competition, and completely focusing his attention and energy.
Unknowingly, the referee's announcement from the center ring came to his ears:
"In the fifth game, Ye Youting wins!"
The fourth and fifth games were over... Lou Cheng opened his eyes, his eyes as dark as a deep pool. He stepped forward and walked slowly towards the center of the venue, stepping onto the familiar yet unfamiliar stone steps.
I used to envy the main members of the martial arts club for being able to follow this glorious path, and now I finally have the opportunity to try it.
One step, two steps, three steps, he walked up the steps, climbed onto the ring, and stood to the referee's right hand side.
During this process, he was keenly aware of dozens and hundreds of eyes staring at him, and heard sparse applause and shouts, although it was much different from the black crowds of heads and the tsunami-like enthusiasm in the Songda Martial Arts Hall.
But that belongs to Lin Que, Chen Changhua and the others, and it belongs to me!
Looking straight, Lou Cheng saw Wu Shitong, a lay disciple of Daxing Temple. He was wearing a red and yellow martial arts uniform with a lotus pattern on the cuffs. He was strong, medium in height, and had a light beard on his mouth. But this not only did not show his maturity, but on the contrary
It shows a bit of childishness.
He is still a seventeen-year-old boy... With this thought in his life, Lou Cheng's last fear of Wu Shitong melted away quickly like snow in the sun.
Moving his eyes upward, he saw the large screen diagonally above, where the confrontation between himself and Wu Shitong was shown, with a line of clear text highlighted:
"Disciples of Daxing Temple VS mysterious masters!"
"Buddhist Zen Kung Fu and Hyoubu's unique skills!"
In the stands, Lao Zheng and other spectators who had watched Lou Cheng's game adjusted their sitting postures, looking forward to the start of the game. Facing the words on the big screen, they were all a little excited.
Martial arts is the ultimate of personal physical fitness, igniting the yearning and worship of the strong that have remained in human hearts since primitive society.
"Have any of you ever seen that Daxing Temple disciple's game? What is he good at?" Old Zheng asked subconsciously.
On the first day, he followed the recommendation and watched a fight between Wu Shitong, but the whole process was lackluster. He only vaguely remembered that his palm skills were tough and he didn't give the opponent any chance.
Lao Zheng's companion looked at me and I looked at you, and shook his head in confusion: "We were working before. If you didn't strongly recommend it, how could we use up our vacation in advance?"
Lao Zheng stopped talking. For some reason, his heart tightened and he became a little more worried about Lou Cheng.
Liu Yinglong looked at the big screen and asked as if talking to himself: "Which of you has watched Wu Shitong's game before?"
"I watched a game, and he used the Big Opening Hand and the Big Falling Hand, which were quite powerful." Qin Zhilin recalled.
"He seems to be taking the path of conquering demons with force..." Liu Yinglong nodded slightly, his eyes returned to the ring, and he stopped talking, waiting for this fight between the dragon and the tiger.
In the stands nearby, a young man with a straight face glanced at the big screen and exclaimed:
"Master, he is the student from our hotel. He really came to participate in the competition."
He was wearing a dark blue martial arts uniform with mountain-shaped patterns on the cuffs and collar.
The old man with big earlobes laughed and said, "I'm getting older. You should never look at a person's appearance. He can make it to the fourth round. He seems to be strong."
The young man clasped his hands together, glowing with a faint iron color: "He seems to have the unique skills of the Hyobe."
"No wonder..." the old man suddenly said, "Xiaoye, take a closer look, you might meet him in the next competition. Although you have already decided to be a ninth-level professional, you can't underestimate such outstanding amateur warriors."
"Yes." The tall young man nodded vigorously, and suddenly said a little depressed: "Master, I will definitely break into the last four. For my father's illness, you have helped me a lot."
The old man smiled and said: "Being a master for a lifetime is a father, not only for the disciples, but also for the master. Don't talk about it, just do your best. Your two junior sisters are waiting for you to treat you to a feast."
"Okay!" The tall young man subconsciously clenched his fists and looked towards the ring.
Due to the eye-catching slogan, all the spectators who noticed it turned their attention to the central stage. For a moment, Lou Cheng actually felt like he was exposed to the spotlight.
They bring stress as well as beauty!
At this moment, Wu Shitong spoke and said with a smile:
"I've seen your previous game highlights, 'Blizzard 24 Strikes' is nothing more than that."
This was the first time Lou Cheng encountered the provocation of dialogue time, and a surge of anger arose in his heart, but this is it? But this is how he can win you!
However, he quickly regained his composure while imagining the "Condensing Water Pile" half-quiet, and told himself not to be affected by words, or to be swayed by his emotions during the game, causing deviations that should not occur.
In martial arts battles, emotional and spiritual factors are also very important. Confrontation at the spiritual level is something you will inevitably experience when you enter a high level!
After regaining his composure, Lou Cheng remained calm and said with a slight smile: "I have watched many games in the past few days, and I have some impressions of you. Since you are a lay disciple of Daxing Temple, maintaining a humble and compassionate attitude seems more in line with Zen practice."
requirements?”
He lied, implying that he had watched Wu Shitong's competition and knew something about his martial arts!
Wu Shitong was stunned for a moment, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and then he returned to the moment without any ripples:
"Buddha also has fire, and in addition to compassion, he also has vajra to subdue demons."
Lou Cheng no longer responded, but kept an enigmatic smile, as if to say, I have seen through you!
This is the most superficial spiritual confrontation, and we will encounter it in our daily life.
Wu Shitong also closed his mouth and adjusted his breathing. The remaining time ticked by, creating increasingly heavy pressure.
The referee raised his hand, glanced left and right, and suddenly waved:
"start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lou Cheng walked like a snake, swinging his center of gravity, and quickly approached Wu Shitong.
In the stands, the audience applauded for the first attack of the game!
Wu Shitong's expression became more solemn, as if he was unsure of Lou Cheng's true direction, so he simply lowered his waist and assumed a defensive posture.
Lou Cheng's center of gravity suddenly changed, and he immediately circled to Wu Shitong's right side. He swung out his left palm as fast as the wind, causing waves of coldness, but there was no sound of breaking through the air.
In his mind, there was a picture of the cold coming before the heavy snowfall.
The second trend of "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" is chilling to the bones!
Facing this unusually fast palm, Wu Shitong remained calm and raised his elbow, just in time to block Lou Cheng's slap.
Snap!
The palms and arms were retracted at the first touch. Lou Cheng only exerted half of his hidden strength and chose to stop. Using a little strength, he pulled his body directly in front of Wu Shitong.
As soon as he moved away from his original position, a crisp sound erupted. Wu Shitong whipped his leg and kicked it quickly, landing in an empty space.
Seizing the opportunity, Lou Cheng slapped Wu Shitong's neck with another quick and concealed palm.
He always has room to spare to prevent unknown moves from unknown opponents. This attack is mainly based on probing!
Just as Wu Shitong whipped his leg back, Lou Cheng's right palm was already there. He took a deep breath and pushed directly without accumulating force with his hands, but his momentum was still astonishing, almost as powerful as breaking a monument or cracking a stone. As soon as Lou Cheng made contact, he
I feel the hard and mighty power, and the changes in the opponent's muscles reflected in the inner lake through pore contact.
Adjusting himself and changing his center of gravity, Lou Cheng quickly borrowed some strength and dodged to the side. He spread out his footwork, staggered attacks with his palms and low kicks, and gradually began to weave a delicate and dense offensive network, with each wave faster than the other.
The waves are getting higher and higher, leaving the enemy breathless.
During this process, Lou Cheng still left some room to cope with unexpected changes.
Slowly, he made a preliminary judgment on Wu Shitong's martial arts. The opponent mainly used fierce palm techniques and should have the strengths of both the big stone-opening hand and the big stone-breaking hand. If he was slapped on the torso and head
, I probably won’t be able to keep fighting.
Correspondingly, Wu Shitong's footwork was obviously fierce and tough, and was inferior to flexibility and free fighting. Lou Cheng attacked with a "chilling to the bones" and just restrained him.
"If he meets Liu Yinglong, a master of the through-arm boxing, I'm afraid he will be even more embarrassed..." With a flash of thought, Lou Cheng visualized the violent storm and snow in his mind, and the "chill to the bone" was blended with ferocity and madness, as cold as
Ming Jing's heart kept "listening" to the changes in his opponent, borrowing strength to punch harder than the last, and faster than the last kick. He soon smoothed out the disadvantage in strength, leaving Wu Shitong unable to fight back anymore, as if alone.
A traveler walking in the North Pole is shaky.
In the stands, another round of applause and cheers erupted, cheering for Lou Cheng's stormy attack.
Several times, Wu Shitong tried to get out of trouble with the explosive moves of Big Opening Hand and Big Falling Hand. However, Lou Cheng, who had a fierce collision with "One Punch Invincible" yesterday, had corresponding experience and did not shy away, using "
"Electric fire stakes" pushed forward the "big avalanche" and blocked it head-on. The crazy and ferocious attack did not weaken at all.
Liu Yinglong frowned slightly and said in a low voice to his junior brother Qin Zhilin: "Wu Shitong is not as strong as he thought. Is he really just a second-level amateur?"
"It should be because of the restraint in fighting style. Those two palm skills are not easy." Qin Zhilin said thoughtfully.
When the fight was at its peak, Lou Cheng shook his right hand and thrust out his fist like the tip of a spear, hitting Wu Shitong's left arm with a crisp sound as he hurriedly parried.
Snap!
A muffled sound erupted, Wu Shitong's left arm swayed, and was bounced up by the majestic force, revealing a huge space in his chest.
Lou Cheng was unyielding and took advantage of his strength again. His left fist roared out, like a dragon, and burrowed into Wu Shitong's chest!
puff!
Wu Shitong was punched in the chest, but Lou Cheng didn't feel like the punch hit a flesh and blood body. Instead, it felt like he hit a piece of hard wood, making a strange sound.
Lou Cheng's face changed slightly, and he was about to fly back to avoid it, but he was fiercely grabbed by a palm with a faint golden color, and captured his wrist!
Golden bell!
Wu Shitong’s fundamental skill is the Golden Bell Cover!
He used the provocation during the conversation, the passivity at the beginning, and the big monument-opening hand and the big monument-breaking hand that were used in critical moments to tell himself an almost true story, a story about a lay disciple of Daxing Temple who was famous for his palm skills.
!
This made him gradually lose his will to test, and began to attack crazily without reservation in order to suppress it.
And at the end of the story, everything turned upside down!
In Lou Cheng's sight, the corners of Wu Shitong's mouth slightly raised into a smile, and the childishness on his face completely faded away, as if to say, so what if you have seen my previous games? They haven't been able to force me out of my golden bell yet!
His right hand firmly grasped Lou Cheng's left wrist.
PS: As I write this, I suddenly have the idea that all the pseudo-monks wearing golden bells love to tell stories... (As usual, I will ask for recommendation votes in advance on Monday~)