Mou Yicheng's appearance is still attracting much attention.
He was like a star walking on the red carpet, walking slowly, with a friendly smile on his face, waving his hands, and walked to the ring step by step, enjoying the admiration of everyone.
The smile on Zeng Yaqian's face gradually turned into ice-cold frost, and her eyes were bone-chilling.
Chen Yang shuddered, "Do you have a grudge against this person?"
Zeng Yaqian sneered, making Chen Yang's hair stand on end. "To be honest, I have to thank him."
"Then you still hate him so much"?
"I just don't like seeing him act like a dick."
Chen Yang grinned and said with a flattering smile: "That's not easy. If I want my brother to run it, I guarantee that he will never be able to turn over."
"No need, he is a good whetstone and a good pair of scissors for cutting knots."
Chen Yang was puzzled by what he heard. He touched his head and chuckled, "Then let him be complacent for the time being."
Lu Shanmin looked at Mou Yicheng coldly, without much disturbance in his heart. Fang Yuanshan once said, 'Only the weak will be angry and angry'. He felt that this sentence was very reasonable. If he couldn't beat the opponent, he would just cry in anger.
Seizing land will only make your defeat more complete.
Tang Fei knew Mou Yicheng. He had been a security guard for a long time and had always liked watching Sanda competitions. He knew that Mou Yicheng was a recent rookie, but he just didn't understand how he could participate in such an amateur competition.
Tang Fei was sitting very close to Lu Shanmin. He wanted to cheer excitedly, but when he saw Lu Shanmin's cold eyes, he stopped and stopped the cheers in time from the few security guards around him who knew Mou Yicheng.
Lu Shanmin always had a pleasant face, but his cold eyes only appeared during battles. Tang Fei didn't know what the two of them had going on. If there was, then Lu Shanmin would face an impossible challenge.
Mou Yicheng's punches are still fierce and vicious. No matter who the opponent is, no matter what kind of competition it is, he treats them equally.
There was no suspense about the result. Before a set of combination punches was finished, the opponent fell to the ground. When he was carried off the ring, his face was covered with blood.
The audience cheered again, and some soft-hearted students whispered, feeling that Mou Yicheng was too cruel, it was just a game, why would you, a professional player, kill him? Lu Shanmin looked at Mou Yicheng in the distance coldly, and said calmly
Said: "His punches are very fast."
Mou Dongyun frowned, "It's also very serious."
Chen Dacheng on the side also had a cold expression on his face, "It's pretty accurate."
A sneer appeared on Lu Shanmin's lips, "He can't defeat me."
Both Mou Dongyun and Chen Dacheng knew what Lu Shanmin meant. Mou Dongyun shook his head helplessly. He had already said too much on this matter and there was no need to say more.
Chen Dacheng was a little worried. He knew that Lu Shanmin would survive five rounds. An amateur player who had only practiced for a few months faced a rookie in the professional league. He couldn't imagine how miserable Lu Shanmin would be.
"Mountain people, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. There is no need for you to resist him head on."
Lu Shanmin smiled and said, "She is no longer the one I love, but she can still be considered a friend. Even if she is not a friend, she is at least a fellow villager and neighbor in Mazui Village. I watched her jump into the fire pit, no matter whether I could or not.
Stop it, if I don’t do something, my heart will be uneasy.”
Chen Dacheng didn't know about Bai Ling and didn't quite understand what Lu Shanmin meant.
Mou Dongyun on the side patted Chen Dacheng on the shoulder and said, "Let him fight."
Arena No. 4 has entered the 9th game, and Lu Shanmin will play in the next game.
Lu Shanmin stood up and started doing warm-up exercises.
Mou Dongyun is not worried about Lu Shanmin's next competition. His opponent is just a newcomer from Tunghai University. He has not appeared in the first two competitions, so his strength is expected to be average.
Chen Yang looked at Lu Shanmin pressing his legs on the runway in the distance.
"He's coming on".
"Um".
"Why don't you go down and cheer for him"?
Zeng Yaqian shook her head slightly, "Just watch it here."
An announcement came on the radio, "Ma Zhijun from Tunghai University and Lu Shanmin from Tunghai Finance College are invited to Arena No. 4 for the tenth knockout match."
Tang Fei stepped forward and hugged Lu Shanmin, "Mountain people, come on."
Lu Shanmin smiled and followed Mou Dongyun, Chen Dacheng and two members of the Sanda Association who were doing service work to the fourth ring.
When they saw Ma Zhijun, both Lu Shanmin and Mou Dongyun were a little surprised, because Ma Zhijun's figure is similar to that of He Yunbo, the same tall and powerful, with the same rock-like muscles. With such a figure, it can be seen that he has undergone long-term professional training.
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Ma Zhijun also saw Lu Shanmin. His eyes were fierce. When he looked at Lu Shanmin, his eyes were filled with fierceness.
Lu Shanmin frowned and didn't pay much attention. Just as he was about to walk onto the ring, the referee came over and called Lu Shanmin aside.
After listening to the referee's words, Lu Shanmin's eyes burst out with cold eyes, and he looked at Ma Zhijun, who sneered and waved his fist at him.
The referee was also a little embarrassed. He didn't know how the university teachers on the rostrum could agree to such a ridiculous bet. Although there had been such a similar bet in the preliminary round, the impact of such nonsense again and again would be so bad.
After all, this is a college campus, not a fight between gangsters.
Lu Shanmin glanced at Ma Zhijun disdainfully, sneered and said: "Boring". Then he turned over and got on the ring.
Ma Zhijun knew that Lu Shanmin had made a bet with someone in the previous preliminary round, and thought that he would agree to the bet this time. When he saw that he refused the bet, he clenched his fists with anger and made noise.
Lu Shanmin didn't agree to play a bet with him in front of the entire audience, so he had no choice but to get on the ring in anger.
A pair of blood-red eyes stared coldly at Lu Shanmin, "You are a coward."
Lu Shanmin's face was full of disdain, and he faintly uttered the word "childish".
Ma Zhijun's muscles were tense and his face was red with anger. In the sports school, even Mou Yicheng had never looked at him with such disdain. An amateur player dared to ignore him like this. He wanted to rush up and tear Lu Shanmin into pieces immediately.
Lu Shanmin looked disdainful and indifferent, "You are Mou Yicheng's dog, but unfortunately, you will become a dead dog later."
Ma Zhijun's veins burst and he roared angrily, "What did you say?"
Lu Shanmin sneered, "It's still a dead dog with a problem with its ears."
Ma Zhijun could no longer hold back, and without waiting for the referee to announce the start of the game, he shouted loudly, rushed over, and hit Lu Shanmin with all his strength.
"Bang", Lu Shanmin didn't defend or dodge. He resisted the opponent's punch in the chest and took two or three steps back before he regained his balance.