Martial Arts Master

Li Mao is not a beautiful girl like Yan Zheke, and she is not as famous as Lin Que. The students in the stands only care about whether he has won or not. They have no curiosity about him, and they don't have any thought of exploring until they see him crying. It was so loud that the man over 1.8 meters was crying like a child, so they were surprised and moved their emotions.

"It's just an ordinary tryout. As for crying like this..." Some viewers were puzzled and at a loss, feeling that Li Mao's reaction was too exaggerated.

Some students also suddenly recalled the trash who was cursed and scolded by themselves and others last year, and recognized Li Mao who had a nose and tears: "Hey, I know him! The critical moment when the Budo Club team qualified last year was that he was like a wooden Let others ravage like a pile, ruining the absolute advantage, and made me almost cry..."

"That's right, that's the nervous guy!" As soon as they were woken up, some students suddenly realized.

Only then did they understand why Li Mao was crying bitterly. It was a sign that he had drawn a clear line from the past, that he had unloaded a heavy burden from his heart, that it was the bitterness and hardship that he had traveled along the way, that he made up for part of it. The gratification of my mistakes, this is my unwavering gratitude to my companions.

It is easy to win others, but difficult to win yourself!

The part of the students who understood the reason felt sentimental, a little warm, but also a little sour. One of them thought of his own stage fright, raised his hand, and shouted loudly:

"You can do it, Li Mao!"

At the moment when the audience was so surprised and wept and forgot to applaud, this high-pitched voice pierced the silence and rang in the ears of many people.

The rest of the students who had mixed feelings just now raised their hands as if they had been called, and shouted in unison:

"You can do it, Li Mao!"

These voices merged into a torrent, driving the audience, and creating a cry that almost lifted the roof:

"You can do it, Li Mao!"

This tsunami-like cheer reverberated in Li Mao's ears, causing the tears in his eyes to blur his vision even more.

He covered his face with his hands and kept whispering:

"Thank you, thank you..."

Feng Shaokun got up from the ground and looked around in a daze, not knowing why the audience suddenly burst out with more enthusiasm than before.

For the game just now, he felt aggrieved and unwilling. If he hadn't exhausted too much energy in the previous game, he wouldn't suddenly feel empty after the tiger-crane joint attack, and there would be an undue stagnation. Thus ruining the easy-to-get victory.

The reason why the previous game consumed too much energy was because the style of play was too aggressive and failed to take advantage of the "Crane Step", which gave Yan Zheke the opportunity to calmly unleash Blizzard's twenty-four blows.

The reason why her style of play becomes aggressive is because she sees her sweetheart defeated, and wants to avenge her, save her face...

Thinking of this, Feng Shaokun had nowhere to vent his aggrieved and unwillingness, turned his head, and walked down the stone steps in a daze, unwilling to stay for a second longer.

At this moment, he found that Qian Ruoyu leaned close to Jiang Dingyi's ear, whispering something, the distance was very close, and the attitude was very friendly.

His heart and face sank at the same time, seeing Jiang Ding standing up like an iron tower and walking towards him.

"What did Ruoyu tell you just now?" Feng Shaokun couldn't help asking when the two passed by.

Jiang Ding smiled slightly and said, "She said that Li Mao was exhausted, so let me take advantage of my strength and force him to fight recklessly for a quick victory."

Taking advantage of strength... Feng Shaokun whispered, the haze between his brows and eyes became more and more obvious, there was a kind of anger that he was underestimated, and there was also the sadness of being "disgusted" by his sweetheart.

When he returned to his seat, he saw Qian Ruoyu's pretty face sullenly, his lips tightly pursed, nervous and expectant, and a little depressed, his mood softened suddenly, and he said softly:

"With Lao Jiang here, he will definitely win."

Qian Ruoyu turned his eyes and looked at him in surprise: "I hope, I can't even beat Songda Martial Arts Club's substitute..."

How long has it been since Shaokun called him "Lao Jiang"?

At this moment, she suddenly blamed herself a little. Because of her greed, selfishness, vanity and hesitation, the two boys who had been playing with her since childhood became strangers.

The thought flashed and was quickly forgotten, and her attention returned to the current game, wanting to win like never before.

Songda Martial Arts Club didn't have a single main force, and even the real coach didn't come. If I and others still lose the game, how can I face Jiangdong's elders?

To organize a "dream team" by myself is definitely not to enjoy being surrounded by children, but to prove to those who think they are spoiled that I can do it, and I can do it on my own!

I am not a child anymore, I also have dreams!

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At the location of the Songda Martial Arts Club, after Lou Cheng and other "coaches" and team members cheered for Li Mao in the form of a crowd, they let go of their hands and returned to their seats.

Just as Sun Jian sat firmly on his buttocks, he suddenly remembered something, stood up abruptly, walked towards Lou Cheng, leaned close to him and said:

"Chengzi, no, Coach Lou! What did you tell Li Mao just now, and what secret did you pass on to him, so that he managed to overcome the initial nervousness?"

"I really admire you now. I think you have a magical power. I whispered a few words to Yan Zheke before, and she won when she first entered the ring. Then I whispered a few words to Li Mao. He was too nervous. I won too! How about you whisper something to me later?"

Seeing Sun Jian's curious and expectant look, and feeling Yan Zheke's turning gaze, Lou Cheng chuckled and said:

"What I told Brother Li Mao was, back and forth, up and down, left and right, low heavy legs and light punches..."

"What the hell is this?" Sun Jian blurted out with a dull expression on his face.

Lou Cheng looked at Yan Zheke's bewildered expression beside him, and said with a chuckle:

"A move list, a move list for a big move!"

"...Don't be joking." Only then did Sun Jian realize that Lou Cheng had tricked him, and Lou Cheng's thigh was gently twisted by Yan Zheke.

Lou Cheng stopped laughing and said: "Actually, it's almost the same. I judged that Feng Shaokun wanted to catch Li Mao's nervousness, and he would rush to attack immediately, and his right hand was hit by Ke Ke one after another, and suffered two violent collisions. As for the injury, if there is no recovery time, exerting strength will definitely be affected, so let Senior Brother Li Mao not think about anything, just slide left, kick down, receive punches, and attack the right side."

"After a few moves like this, as long as you haven't lost, Senior Brother Li Mao should have recovered."

Yan Zheke was proud of what he said, and the sweet dimples on his cheeks were looming again.

"It turned out to be like this...it's quite suitable for Li Mao's situation, but the premise is that you have enough vision, experience enough, and enough confidence in Feng Shaokun's heart..." Sun Jian sighed, and became more and more concerned about Lou Cheng. admire.

Lou Cheng said modestly: "It doesn't matter if you are wrong, there will be no worse result."

Yan Zheke felt empathy for her boyfriend being praised, quietly lowered her right hand, and grabbed Lou Cheng's left palm, but Lou Cheng grabbed it with his back and scratched his palm.

"Then what did you tell your girlfriend?" Sun Jian remained curious.

Mengxin, who made his debut in the ring, won the victory cleanly after a series of mistakes!

"I told her that I will lend her my strength!" Lou Cheng would not let others think that Yan Zheke won the victory relying on his own guidance, and started talking nonsense in a serious manner.

It's enough for a girl to know this kind of thing herself!

Yan Zheke almost burst out laughing when she heard it, and was a little moved again. She spread the five fingers of her right hand and intertwined tightly with Lou Cheng.

"Really?" Sun Jian obviously didn't believe it.

Lou Cheng laughed and said, "Of course it's true. It's called the encouragement of love. Old couples like you and Senior Sister Lin won't understand it."

Sun Jian glanced at him with contempt, nodded slightly, doubtful, while Yan Zheke blushed, snorted, and turned to look back at the ring.

At this time, Jiang Dingyi had already stood opposite Li Mao, and the referee also raised his right hand, Sun Jian didn't return to his seat at all, just stood beside Lou Cheng and watched.

Li Mao quickly wiped away his tears, only to feel that the heavy things in his heart disappeared with the crying just now, which made his emotions clear and relaxed.

"It's enough to consume him well!" He secretly made a decision.

In the match just now, I was fighting under heavy tension, and my consumption was more than doubled, and now it is almost at the end of my strength.

The referee swung his right hand:

"Fourth game, start!"

Jiang Dingyi was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with bronzed skin, and he didn't look like a young man under the age of twenty at all. At this moment, he closed the distance with two strides, his right arm tensed, and he made a chopping motion forward. strike posture.

In response, Li Mao twisted his back, shook his right arm, and let his fist stab at the opponent like the tip of a gun, making a crisp sound of tearing air.

Jiang Dingyi's slashing with his right hand suddenly stopped, it turned out to be a feint, after tricking Li Mao into taking the first shot, he directly pushed with the strength of his shoulder joint and elbow joint, quickly extended his arm, and slashed at the enemy's wrist.

Crack the palm!

Snapped! Li Mao's wrist is not the strongest point of strength. After being hit by Jiang Dingyi in this way, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and retracted his right hand like an electric shock. On the right side, holding back the pain that has not dissipated, a fierce left hand punch was aimed at Jiang Dingyi's waist and eyes.

Jiang Dingyi's body sank, his waist fell behind his back, and his right arm was thrown across the elbow, resisting Li Mao's fist in the form of a "knife handle".

boom! Amidst the dull sound, Jiang Dingyi used his elbow as the fulcrum, his arm as the blade, and his palm as the tip of the knife, and took advantage of the situation to make an oblique cut.

Li Mao pushed his elbow, flicked his back, dodged again, and came behind his opponent.

Just as he was about to launch an attack, Jiang Dingyi suddenly twisted his waist and pumped his legs, swept back and turned sideways.

Snapped! Jiang Dingyi's leg was full of strength, blasting the air continuously, and violently pulled towards Li Mao.

Li Mao quickly lowered his shoulders, put on airs, and stood in front of this leg.

boom! Under the collision, Li Mao felt his body go weak for a while, unable to catch up with his strength, he was swept away and lost his center of gravity, and staggered to the side.

Jiang Ding put his legs on the ground and was about to rush to attack. Li Mao, who had just regained his center of gravity, kicked his feet and counterattacked without trying to stabilize his body.

I'm almost at my limit! He must be consumed! Only this thought was echoing in his mind at this time.

Facing this hasty counterattack, Jiang Dingyi did not back down, raised his left arm, and blocked Li Mao's right fist.

He lifted his left foot up, leaned on his body, his right hand seemed to be holding a sharp knife, and fiercely "stabbed" his opponent's abdomen.

Li Mao blocked with his left hand, contracted his abdomen, and bounced his back. He pushed Jiang Dingyi's hand in this way, bumped his left arm, and hit his left shoulder. The crossbow penetrates the city wall!

boom! Enduring the pain, Jiang Dingyi seized the opportunity, grabbed Li Mao's body, tripped, lifted him up, and fell hard to the ground.

Plop!

Li Mao was thrown so dizzy that he couldn't stand up for a while.

The referee took a look and announced the result:

"In the fourth round, Jiang Ding wins!"

Jiang Dingyi rubbed his left shoulder and looked at Li Mao with complicated eyes. He didn't expect the opponent to fight so hard and so hard that he was hit by a little carelessness. Fortunately, the enemy's strength was exhausted and he was not injured. .

Seeing this scene, Lou Cheng sighed, leaned into Sun Jian's ear and said:

"Senior Brother Sun, you have rich experience and are not stage-frightened. You have nothing to say, but since you strongly demand it, I will just say a few words."

"First, attack the left side."

"What about the second?" Sun Jian asked curiously.

Lou Cheng smiled and said:

"Second?"

"Damn it!"

Sun Jian laughed first, then his face sank, and he clenched his fists and growled:

"Damn it!"