Martial Arts Master

May 21st, 8pm, Jiuwen Pavilion.

The surrounding stands were crowded with people, shouting loudly, and the building was erected in the center. Inexplicably, it reminded me of the scene of the university martial arts finals, and it felt like a lifetime ago.

In front of him, Dong Ba left the exit first and walked forward step by step. He was wearing a light white and dark red martial arts uniform. He was tall, over 1.9 meters tall, but he did not look bulky, but had a sense of slenderness.

Dong Baxian's sideburns were combed upward and his hair was tied in a simple bun. His facial features were not outstanding, but they had clear lines and hard outlines, which made him somewhat masculine and mighty, looking down on the world.

His expression could not be said to be very good, and the hidden discomfort could be vaguely seen in the movements of the dragon and the tiger, so that he did not show his breath and engage in a spiritual confrontation.

When he stopped at the predetermined position, the referee glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist, pushed down his sunglasses, raised his right hand and said:

"Conversation time begins!"

Dong Ba first looked at Lou Cheng, with a bit of unruliness in his eyes that was not for his age.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he spoke calmly:

"I know that my injuries are much more serious than yours, and there is really not much hope of winning today."

Hey, he's not as proud and arrogant as I thought... Lou Cheng was a little surprised, so he gathered his thoughts and waited for the next chapter.

Dong Ba tilted his head first, moved his eyes upward, stared at the light on the dome and said:

"Compared with the title of 'Kilin', I miss my title of king more... I can be defeated, but I will never admit defeat, even if I just retire due to injury, unless I can no longer move."

This is the philosophy and will of the "King of War"!

Having said this, he smiled slightly and said:

"Besides, it's not certain that we will lose. If we try hard, there is still hope, but if we just withdraw from the competition, there is no chance at all!"

"Even if this hope is not great, I will try my best to pursue it!"

Dong Baxian's momentum suddenly surged, and the light falling from the dome seemed to be attracted by invisible things and firmly attached to his body, covering him with a pure and brilliant armor, that kind of upright, proud, domineering, and stern. The feeling goes straight to the sky.

Infected by his words, Lou Cheng was also filled with fighting spirit, his waist sank, and he responded with a smile:

"I will also try my best to chase victory!"

The two of them stopped talking, and their momentum moved the heaven and earth, changing the atmosphere in the venue. There were sudden lights trying to illuminate everything, and there were also blizzards trying to bury everything.

The referee stepped back to the edge step by step. After waiting for a moment, he raised his right arm and swung down violently:

"start!"

Kick! Dong Baxian, wearing a rosy robe of light, took one step forward, in a standard offensive posture.

Lou Cheng reacted in response, swaying his back, turning his body, and following the force of the blizzard, he side-attacked his opponent.

At this moment, Dong Baxian's muscles and veins were exaggeratedly protruding under his martial arts uniform, like a dragon. His body suddenly disappeared, and he flashed in front of Lou Cheng at supersonic speed, and crashed straight into him. There was nothing fancy about it!

"Eastern Emperor's Golden Book", "Shunbu"!

The battle gets intense right from the start!

A few minutes later, the Jiuwen Pavilion was filled with potholes, flying gravel, melted and re-condensed glass-like objects, and traces of burnt ice.

In the largest shallow pit, Lou Cheng and Dong Baxian were lying only two or three meters apart, both looking extremely miserable.

After his vision went dark for a while, Lou Cheng recovered. He felt that his energy was almost dry and his head was tingling like a needle.

He struggled to stand up, but found that he had several broken bones, including his left arm. The largest wound opened by the light could even see the internal organs.

Snapped! Lou Cheng finally got up, staggered a bit, and almost lost his balance. He looked up and saw that Dong Baxian was also trying, but failed repeatedly, even worse than himself!

This battle was really tragic... If I really had the intention of being contemptuous and disdainful, I might have fallen into Dong Baxian's trap and been defeated by him using the "weak" to challenge the "strong"... His first words showed his determination and will. , was also quietly showing weakness, trying to paralyze me. Who knows, once we fight, he will play with a desperate and reckless style... Fortunately, I am not blindly optimistic, and still value this "King of War"... In the end, They all turned into noobs pecking each other... As his thoughts were spinning, Lou Cheng took a breath, forced himself to visualize, and used the simplified "Lin" technique on Dong Baxian.

Suddenly, Dong Baxian felt exhausted and stopped struggling. He had already reached his limit and just wanted to lie down and rest. Lou Cheng's body and mind became pure, and his wounds sped up and healed.

Biting the tip of his tongue, fighting against the desperate need to sleep, Lou Cheng moved his steps and came to Dong Baxian, who was no longer able to resist.

Seeing that his toes were touching his opponent's temple, the referee breathed a sigh of relief, raised his right hand, and declared loudly:

"Lou Cheng..."

He took a breath and raised his voice a little higher:

"Win!"

Phew... Lou Cheng exhaled, and his vision turned black again, with golden light spots flying around, making him break into a cold sweat.

Finally, I finally got the right to challenge!

The "Martial Saint" Challenge is in mid-July, so I have enough time to return to peak condition.

Of course, what we will face at that time will be the 100% "Dragon King"!

…………

Hearing the referee's voice, the relevant sections of the Internet suddenly boiled, and news headlines sprung up like mushrooms after a rain:

"If you don't live up to expectations, Lou Cheng will win!"

"The leader of the genius, he got the right to challenge for the title half a year earlier than the 'Ming King'!"

"After defeating 'Wu Sheng' and 'Qilin' in succession, Lou Cheng deserves to be ranked first in the knockout round!"

"Is he on track to get his first title in July?"

"Dragon-Tiger Civil War in July!"

…

In addition to these praise titles, there are also many people who expressed disappointment:

“It is foreseeable that the ‘Martial Holy War’ in July will be very boring.”

"I'm not looking down on Lou Cheng. He will definitely have many titles in the future, but he is still a little green now. Winning the right to challenge this time is more a matter of luck. When he faces the 'Dragon King' who has so much time to spare, There’s almost no chance of winning.”

"Comparatively speaking, if Dong Ba goes to challenge first, there is a 30% chance."

"Okay, let us look at such a game without suspense with a blessing mentality."

…………

Lou Cheng didn't pay attention to the comments online because he was dealing with his injuries.

When his right hand was free, he hurriedly replied to Yan Zheke, "smiling proudly":

"The first match you watch live after returning to China should be the battle between the Dragon King and me."

Yan Zheke "pushed up his sunglasses, and a light flashed on them" and said:

"Are you inviting me?"

"Of course!" Lou Cheng replied with a smile.

After chatting for a while, the girl put down her phone and looked up at the information on the computer screen.

She thought for a moment with her eyes raised, then turned to "July" on the decorative calendar next to her, found "12th", then picked up the pen, drew a circle there, and marked it. , it was the "July 5th" when she returned to China.

After taking a deep look at the calendar, Yan Zheke took a breath, shook his fist to encourage himself, and then devoted himself to studying.

…………

After lying in the hospital for several days, Lou Cheng, who was initially recovering, returned to the Longhu Club, feeling a little uneasy.

According to the rumored character of the "Dragon King" and my own accumulated observations, this top Wai Gang is indeed narrow-minded and indifferent towards challengers. He will not have a good look, let alone beat him for training.

I was not qualified to enjoy this kind of treatment before, but now that I have obtained the right to challenge the "Martial Saint", the attitude of the "Dragon King" may change...

After changing his clothes, Lou Cheng walked into the Waigang practice field. Just as he was about to enter his own section, he saw the "Dragon King" Chen Qitao standing in front of him dressed in navy blue, his face expressionless and majestic.

"How's the injury?" Chen Qitao asked in a low voice without any trouble.

"Good, almost done, ready for training." Lou Cheng replied thoughtfully.

Chen Qitao nodded invisibly, then pointed to the lake:

"Start sparring once you recover."

"Uh, okay." Lou Cheng was happy at first, then full of doubts.

The attitude of "Dragon King" is different from what I expected!

Has he changed his temper?

But as the saying goes, it’s easy to change a country but hard to change one’s nature!

Could it be that he still thinks I'm not qualified enough to win me surely... When I think about it, I'm really a little disappointed...

At this time, Chen Qitao had turned away and walked outside.

Lou Cheng hurriedly gathered his thoughts and stepped to keep up. He subconsciously touched the corners of his mouth, feeling an inexplicable pain that came from nowhere.