Final priesthood

Lu Yuan's luck was not good today.

I was scheduled to take the stage for the last of the ten games, and waited for almost an hour in vain.

Fortunately, the waiting time allowed him to recover a lot of his mental strength, and his overall condition was approaching its peak.

Entering the competition venue, a huge billy goat head statue hangs quietly.

Replays of the previous round of competition were scrolling on the four large screens.

Lu Yuan saw Lin Zhiqin sitting in the middle of the south auditorium, looking at him.

Lu Yuan walked up the stairs to the ring step by step, and the big screens around him had gone silent.

His opponent today was a tall man wearing a tanuki mask.

He has a well-proportioned body shape and strong and powerful legs. He should be a player who specializes in legwork...

Lu Yuan played two games before and after this, but he had watched and listened to Lin Zhiqin's commentary on no fewer than twenty games.

There are those who he thinks are good in these competitions, and he will bring them into his conscious space to practice in private.

If there is actual combat experience there is also a level.

Then this may be the fastest way for Lu Yuan to level up during this period of time.

He has learned to judge the opponent's boxing style, strength, and skills by observing his opponent's appearance and physical signs.

Just like quickly browsing the entire test paper before taking the exam, you can roughly judge the difficulty level of the test paper.

When starting a game, observe the opponent's chosen character and outfit to determine the opponent's thinking and play style.

Many things in this world are actually the same.

"...Game start."

Following the referee's order, the man in the civet cat mask standing opposite Lu Yuan immediately rushed forward and kicked Lu Yuan with a side kick.

This man was not weak in strength, and his thick thighs cut through the air.

It was like a long thick wooden stake sweeping across the road quickly.

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed and he kicked out with his right foot.

With the advanced kicking skills at level 3, he has far surpassed his opponent in this kicking skill that he learned from the middle-aged Yuxiang.

He even privately named it the "Tomahawk Style" because when the whip leg sweeps across, it feels like slashing wildly with a tomahawk.

"boom!"

This kick hit the civet man's thigh from a long distance.

Although his kick was from behind, with the blessing of 12 points of strength and 11 points of agility, his kick was faster and he kicked the opponent first.

"snort!"

The raccoon cat man groaned and moved his body slightly to the side.

However, at this time Lu Yuan's next heavy kick came again.

The kick was fast and fierce with the help of reflexes. The force of the kick exceeded 250 kilograms. The moment the kick came out, it was like a cannonball being loaded.

"Bang!"

This kick landed firmly on the civet cat man's stomach.

The civet cat man didn't react at all. He bent directly into a prawn and then flew backwards with a "boom".

However, his physique was not weak. He was able to stand up staggeringly while holding his stomach after being hit by Lu Yuan's leg. He flew backwards six to seven meters away.

Under the mask, Lu Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He rushed forward quickly and was about to kill the civet man with a kick to the chest.

And just when he was about to lift his foot to exert force.

Somehow, countless images suddenly popped up in his mind, and an inexplicable impulse of inspiration made him stop abruptly.

He turned his hand into a fist and punched the tanuki man in front of him who was about to stand up.

"唳——"

In his daze, Lu Yuan seemed to hear a sharp sound like a bird's call.

Lin Zhiqin's cold eyes and the crane-shaped pile's movements flashed back and forth in front of his eyes.

Wait until Lu Yuan comes to his senses.

Surprisingly discovered——

A tall young man with blonde highlights knelt in front of him with a pale face and trembled in an almost trembling tone: "Admit defeat... I admit defeat!"

His fist hovered two inches from the tip of the blond young man's nose.

The raccoon cat mask on the young man's face has long disappeared.

Broken everywhere...

Lu Yuan raised his fist and looked at it blankly, then subconsciously turned to look at the audience.

He saw that Lin Zhiqin had stood up at some point and was looking at him with a strange look on his face.

.........

"Who taught you that punch?"

"I don't know, I don't know how it happened..."

Suddenly he remembered the movements in the crane-shaped pile, and then he struck out on a whim. "

In front of the sink, Lu Yuan rubbed the hands he had just taken out from under the faucet on his head, making the ends of his hair wet.

He shook his head, confusion and a wry smile written on his face.

Lin Zhiqin stared into Lu Yuan's eyes for several seconds.

But he couldn't see any clues from Lu Yuan's clear and frank eyes.

for a long time.

Then he slowly said: "Okay."

He took out an envelope from his pocket and pushed it along the sink in front of Lu Yuan.

"This is today's bonus. You may have to go home by yourself tonight. I will have something to do later and won't be able to see you off."

"Um."

Lu Yuan picked up the envelope and nodded.

He wiped his face randomly and took two steps towards the bathroom door.

Suddenly he turned around and hesitated to speak: "Coach..."

"What else?"

Lu Yuan shook his head in frustration.

"fine."

Quickly walked out of the bathroom.

When the footsteps outside the bathroom moved away, Lin Zhiqin's originally calm face suddenly became shaken, and the shock, horror, disbelief and other emotions hidden in his heart suddenly emerged.

"Is there really such a martial arts genius in the world?"

"You can deduce the true martial arts of our Crane School just by relying on the pile technique..."

"No, the teacher must know this news!"

Lin Zhiqin didn't know whether he was excited or excited, so he took out his phone and quickly swiped on the screen.

But when he found the contact number, the emotions that were pouring out of him subsided little by little.

Lin Zhiqin stared at the phone screen, his eyes flashing.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and put the phone away again.

"never mind."

Lin Zhiqin's eyes became calm again.

"hold on.

Just wait a little longer..."

........

The moment Lu Yuan closed the bathroom door with his backhand, the confusion and confusion on his face immediately disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a strong light of determination and surprise.

"A flash of inspiration!

I definitely triggered the flash of inspiration passive just now! "

"I was beaten to death by Lin Zhiqin so many times in the space of consciousness, and I imitated him in reality for so long.

With the blessing of a flash of inspiration, I didn’t expect to be able to successfully reproduce some of the power of that punch..."

"Is it related to the movement of the crane-shaped pile?"

"At least it proves that the direction of my efforts is correct. This idea and this way are feasible!"

Lu Yuan walked through the lobby on the second floor as usual, boarded the elevator, reached the first floor and walked out of the Mosa Club door.

His face was calm, but his heart was filled with excitement and joy.

After the punch in the ring tonight, he activated the [Imagine Enemy] countless times during this period to "go in and out every second" in his conscious space, tossing and turning to death.

Just relying on a few impressions before "dying", it's like fishing for the moon in the water.

All the sweat and effort was in vain.

This is a little bit of his "little cleverness".

However, with this "little cleverness", he unexpectedly tasted the "sweetness", and the sense of psychological accomplishment he gained in the process was enough to keep him excited for a long time.

"See if there are any changes on the career panel?"

Lu Yuan walked to the side of the road under the light of the street lamp, and while waiting for a taxi, he called up his career panel in front of him.