Martial Arts Master

December twenty-first, three o'clock in the afternoon.

The referee stood in the center of the ring and raised his breath and shouted:

"Shanbei University Martial Arts Club vs. Matsushiro University Martial Arts Club in the first game."

"Fang Zhirong vs Lin Que!"

As the voice echoed, Lin Que and Fang Zhirong stood up at the same time, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Maybe it was a habit, or maybe it was a long-term infection. Lin Que didn't go directly to the ring, but first bumped fists with his teammates from left to right, and heard cheers one after another.

When he came to the coach, old man Shi coughed. He was not as excited as the young man, and he only uttered two words:

"Don't worry."

Don't worry... Lin Que repeated silently, and there seemed to be a gleam of light in his deep eyes.

He turned around and left the seat, and walked to the stone steps step by step along the road to the defending champion, while the sound of small trumpets all around was deafening, welcoming Fang Zhirong's appearance.

Fang Zhirong is a medium-sized boy with a handsome appearance and a rather shy look, but his eyes are unruly and stubborn. It seems that there is a soul with high-level eyes full of edges and corners hidden in his body.

As soon as he stood on the right side of the referee, he stared at Lin Que sharply, his eyes full of eagerness to fight.

Lin Que did not show any weakness, looking back calmly, there seemed to be flames burning deep in his eyes.

Defeating an opponent with sufficient qualifications is what every warrior yearns for and looks forward to!

The tense scene above the ring made the host in the live broadcast room couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"In September last year, they were highly anticipated talented fighters in the university martial arts circle, but they were always on the sidelines and failed to compete, and one was covered by Peng Leyun's light and became a dark place under the lights, and the other was overtaken by Lou Cheng. , being overshadowed by miracles, everyone has their own disappointments, and today's duel must have a loser and a winner, well, a draw is not ruled out, in short, the winner gets back his own glory, and the loser feels sad , encountered greater setbacks and endured greater pressure, Senior Zhang, who do you prefer?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say." Zhang He shook his head in an old spirit, not making a definite judgment, "They have only entered the alchemy state for a few months, and they are in the stage of rapid development. How many fights has Lin Que practiced? How big a breakthrough has been made in the move, "Meteor Strength", and what new things Fang Zhirong has realized from the incomplete Anbu, Plague and Cibu are still unknown to outsiders, that is to say, they don't know each other very well. This game is full of variables."

When the host and the guests chatted and introduced, the referee glanced left and right, stretched out his right hand and said:

"Conversation time begins."

Fang Zhirong smiled shyly, and said with more fighting spirit in his eyes:

"When I first entered university, I kept hearing your name and being compared with you all the time. It was inevitable that I would want to fight you. But last year, President Xu awakened the 'crow's mouth' ability. I left a chance, and now, I can finally have a formal competition with you!"

Having said that, he was no longer polite and polite, and said categorically:

"Let's see who is more powerful, who is not worthy of the name!"

"Let's see who of us is the pride of the world!"

Since August, I have been holding my breath, waiting for today, waiting for the battle to prove myself!

Facing his provocative and stimulating words, Lin Que didn't bat an eyelid, and stood there with a blank expression, silent, brewing, and secretly counting.

Knowing the other party's usual performance, Fang Zhirong didn't care, he felt relieved when he spoke his mind, and began to fine-tune his body, turn the local magnetic field, and push his state up step by step.

When the conversation was coming to an end, he suddenly saw Lin Que open his mouth, and calmly spoke, replying to the previous words:

"Unfortunately, you are not Peng Leyun."

Unfortunately, you are not Peng Leyun... Does that mean I am not qualified enough? There is still a big gap between me and Peng Leyun? The part of Fang Zhirong's heart that he least wanted to be touched suffered a blow, and he was furious because of the deep-hidden inferiority complex. Go up and shred the enemy on the opposite side.

Sooner or later, I will defeat Peng Leyun, sooner or later, I will surpass him!

"This day" starts with defeating you!

Just before Fang Zhirong came to his senses and suppressed his emotions, the referee raised his right hand and swung it down suddenly:

"start!"

Lin Que's grasp of the enemy's psychology and the use of time are extremely precise, and he deserves to be a top student in the Department of Psychology.

However, in terms of psychological problems, those who have always been able to heal cannot heal themselves, and are full of resistance to other people's treatment.

Fang Zhirong was burning with rage, his back bent, and he zigzagged towards his opponent as if he was about to stick to the ground. His speed was extremely fast, and his footwork was so weird that people couldn't grasp where he landed every time.

Lou Cheng combined the snake step with a heavy center of gravity, compared with him now, it pales in comparison!

——Even if he is furious, Fang Zhirong is still a warrior with many battles, and after watching Lin Que's previous games, he was deeply impressed by his lightning raid with the explosion of alchemy from the very beginning, and he did not leave such a feeling Chance.

Lin Que's expression was indifferent, he didn't make an attack, his muscles and fascia were working, he stepped on Yu steps, and walked towards Fang Zhirong, turning passive into active.

The sound of the wind on the stage was overflowing, and the two of them walked quickly, constantly staggering, each looking for the most suitable opportunity to make a move, but such moments were often covered up by the opponent's footwork as soon as they appeared, so that they There was no collision within tens of seconds, as if performing a dance for everyone.

A layman watched the excitement, an expert watched the doorway, when the audience was a little disappointed because there was no fist-to-hand fight, Lou Cheng watched it very attentively.

The footwork of the uncle and Fang Zhirong are different, one has a clever twist, the straight line is like a shooting star, wins with 'fast', wins with 'clever', the other is only curved but not straight, twists and turns, rather erratic, very weird, Like a ghost in the dark night.

Of course, none of them have achieved anything in this respect, and they are obviously weaker than Qiu Lin, who he has encountered before. This girl has practiced her family's body skills to the state of "lotus grows step by step, cloud and thunder follow each other".

My uncle has to practice Yubu to the level of "Bugang stepping on a fight". When walking, surrounded by "gang wind" and continuous explosions, it can be compared.

After going around a few more times, as the distance between the two sides became shorter and shorter, Lin Que and Fang Zhirong seized the opportunity almost at the same time. Before they had time to use their strength and explode their "pill energy", they exploded their shoulders and swung quickly. With his forearm, he threw out a punch like lightning, one of his back muscles swelled, and he slid forward to rush forward.

boom!

The chances of both sides were intercepted by each other, and the two fists collided in the air, creating the first muffled sound since the start of the game.

Seeing the two fists frozen in the air in an instant, Fang Zhirong flicked his elbow joint in a strange gesture of dislocation, causing his forearm to rise up like a poisonous snake, and jumped up against Lin Que's fist, spreading his five fingers, quickly and quickly. Accurately and ruthlessly grabbed the opponent's arm.

At this moment, Fang Zhirong's five fingers glowed with light ink, as if they had turned into fangs, trying to pour something deadly into Lin Que's body through contact.

Anbu, "Dark Poison Power"!

This power originally came from the Ministry of Plague, also known as "Plague Poison Power". It was later learned by the founder of "Heitian Wuliang Jing", which was incorporated into what he had learned and became one of the core strengths of Anbu. Compared with the original version , the poisonous intent has diminished, and the deceitful place has become even worse. No matter where it touches Lin Que, as long as it is not blocked by his burst of strength, he can be poisoned!

Although with Fang Zhirong's current state, the "dark poison power" he has cultivated can't kill Lin Que, but at least it can make him appear in various negative states, such as dizziness, difficulty breathing, chest tightness and shortness of breath, thus effectively reducing the opponent's Moreover, things like "poison" will definitely accumulate, adding up again and again, it is very difficult for Lin Que to bear it.

His five fingers are like teeth, and he is about to bite down hard, so fast that it is impossible to dodge.

At this moment, the muscles of Lin Que's arm suddenly tensed, contracted inward, and pressed against the bone tightly, making that area "short" out of thin air, making Fang Zhirong's "fangs" exert force earlier, for a short time. Fell into nothingness, like being trapped in a place of nothingness that is hard to focus on.

This stretching and shrinking is not unusual, but Lin Que completed it with "returning strength and holding strength"!

Immediately afterwards, he didn't try to grab the opponent's wrist, sprayed out his strength, and stomped on his left foot, with every step followed by a plow!

Doubu, the sixteenth form, the ground cracks!

Boom!

The sound erupted from inside the ring, and the ground under Fang Zhirong's feet suddenly cracked, and he rushed upwards with force, just like the resurrection of a volcano.

Compared to before, Lin Que's move has made a lot of progress!

Fang Zhirong felt a pain in the sole of his foot, and he couldn't help pulling his leg away, and his body couldn't stand stably, he lost his center of gravity, and became wobbly.

During this process, his right hand was lifted upwards, and the five fingers spread out of Lin Que's arm, and he could no longer chase and grab it, pouring vicious energy into it.

Lin Que's eyes flashed brightly, so he wanted to seize the opportunity and start a combo!

In this situation, Fang Zhirong did not follow the swaying trend, dodge outwards, and use footwork to avoid the follow-up, nor did he hold back his strength, return his blood, stabilize his body, and resist the counterattack, but kept his center of gravity in the swaying Swaying, his shoulders were tense, his right hand swung back, and the back of his palm was drawn towards Lin Que's arm that had not been retracted.

He visualized in his mind, the black fingertips quickly faded, and the edge of the palm was stained with a touch of blue.

Snapped!

Lin Que, who was about to rush to attack, couldn't dodge in time, his forearm was brushed by the back of his hand, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he felt an unspeakable pain, as if he had suffered a fracture, as if he had been hit in the heart.

It hurts so much just by rubbing it!

Department of Plague, the twenty-seventh style, "Scorpion Tail Needle"!

Fang Zhirong's past few months have not been in vain, not only has he mastered his strength, but he has also mastered two tricks!

Such a blow cannot exert the toxicity of the "dark poison", but it can produce many times the normal pain stimulation, which will obviously affect the enemy!

In the severe pain, although Lin Que's right hand was not actually injured, it still seemed to be disabled, because it was uncomfortable when he exerted force!

And at this time, Fang Zhirong finally swung away, and took a few steps back in a swaying figure.

Lin Que knew that this kind of stimulation could be resolved by contracting Qi, blood, strength and spirit, but it was a waste of an opportunity to erupt in alchemy, so he stubbornly stared, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and did not deal with it.

His face was pale, and cold sweat was falling on his forehead.