Martial Arts Master

On the same night, when Lou Chengyan Zheke was cycling at night and Peng Leyun was practicing in the swimming pool, the lights in the martial arts club of Imperial College were all turned off and it was quiet and empty.

The moonlight shone in outside the window and sprinkled silver frost all over the ground. Chen Diguo stepped on "them" and came to the door of the dressing room.

He paused for more than ten seconds, took out the key, unlocked the door, and walked in. Then he put his hands in his pockets and carefully looked at every inch of the place in the dim light, including the long metal stools and the partitioned bathroom. The clean and tidy bathroom has a panoramic view.

Chen Diguo took two steps, stood in front of the locker, and used another key to open the one with his name on it.

There are a lot of sundries inside, including everything from shampoo to spare razors.

He took them out one by one and put them into his backpack. He moved very slowly, as if there were heavy iron weights hanging on them. It took him a full three minutes to put them away.

Looking at the empty scene inside, he murmured a few times, used all his strength to close the cabinet door, and locked it again with a click.

He didn't take the key again, and just let it hang there, hanging down the key, shaking it slightly, and making a faint sound.

He took a deep look at the paper nameplate with the words "Chen Enguo" written on it. He raised the corners of his mouth, inhaled and looked to the side. There seemed to be a crystal reflection in his eyes, and then he stretched out his hand and pulled it off. , carefully unfolded it flat, rubbed it back and forth, and put it into the place where the photos were stored in the wallet.

After putting on his backpack and stuffing his wallet, Chen Diguo stepped back and approached the door step by step.

He took another step back and stared ahead. After a few dozen seconds, he reached out and grabbed the doorknob and pulled back the door to the locker room.

Click!

In the slight sound of the lock cylinder being embedded, Chen Diguo seemed to be thinking about his past while facing the wall.

He still left the key on the door, carrying his backpack, and measured the martial arts venue with his feet: a strength room with numerous equipment, an arena with slightly old stone steps, a total of five floors of audience seats, and vaguely visible various buildings. A spacious venue with traces of exercise.

Step by step, slowly and heavily, Chen Diguo finally entered the honor room and stopped in front of the display window displaying many championship trophies that had been won by the Imperial College Martial Arts Club.

He reached out his hand again, but lightly touched the cold glass.

After hovering for a moment, he retracted his right palm, turned around, and walked outside. The backpack behind him was not big, as if he had taken nothing with him.

Step by step, Chen Diguo kept looking around and returned to the entrance of the martial arts venue at a snail's pace.

Looking up again, he let out a long sigh and showed a bitter smile.

Bang!

The door slowly closed, and everything familiar gradually disappeared from his eyes, and finally nothing was left.

The bright moon in the sky remained the same forever. Chen Enguo turned and left, his figure elongated, swaying, and drifted away.

In the shadows outside the Martial Arts Club's office, Ren Li, who had long hair shawl, and Shen You, who was calm and yet had a hint of melancholy, looked at them quietly. No one spoke, and no one stepped forward.

After a long time, there were two more sighs.

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On this night, Li Xiaoyuan, who had long hair and a very classical and elegant temperament, was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, opposite an old man sitting lazily.

"This is the condition of our Haiyuan Club. As long as you agree, you can now choose the alchemy realm martial arts you want from the Anbu, Magnet and Plague. Haha, although they are all fragments and not complete, they are corresponding There is still content in Wai Gang." The old man wearing a dark retro martial arts uniform said with a smile, "We are not yet in the top professional competition, but you also know that the 'Witch' is growing very fast. Old man, I have no problem fighting for another five years. , and we are also inviting other Wai Gang strongmen to cultivate potential reserves from the martial arts school. In short, before you graduate, we will definitely have become one of the twelve major forces."

"Sounds pretty good." Li Xiaoyuan drank the black tea and nodded with a smile.

"Are you moved?" The old man raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"We can initial a contract first, and when you send over the formal contract and confirm that there are no problems, the matter will be settled." Li Xiaoyuan said calmly, as if this was not an important decision related to his martial arts life. Just go to the supermarket and buy something.

No, when he goes to the supermarket to buy things, he still struggles with what to choose, but he doesn’t do that now!

The old man was quite surprised and said: "No more thinking about it, no more talking about it, that's it?"

The other party agreed so quickly that it seemed unreal to him!

"There is a reason for this." Li Xiaoyuan smiled.

"Is there any special reason?" the old man asked with interest.

Li Xiaoyuan sipped his black tea again and said, "My dad grew up watching you compete."

"Uh..." The old man was stunned.

You are already in your twenties, and your dad is probably in his late forties. Growing up watching me compete... What a not-so-pleasant compliment...

While the old man was sighing, Li Xiaoyuan laughed and added:

"Actually, this is a joke..."

"..." The old man was speechless.

"The real reason is that you were the first to formally invite me." Li Xiaoyuan leaned back in his chair and answered with a smile.

"Are you kidding?" the old man asked uneasily.

"Do I look like the kind of person who is always joking?" Li Xiaoyuan asked seriously.

The old man pondered for a moment:

"Then let's initial an agreement."

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Two days passed by in a flash, and for most warriors, this would not bring any improvement.

On April 25th, the imperial capital had white clouds and blue sky, the temperature was moderate, neither sun nor haze.

When Lou Cheng and the others left the hotel and entered the bus, dusk had not yet fallen and everything was so bright.

The vehicles stopped and walked, and it didn't take long to arrive outside the Imperial City Martial Arts Stadium, where a group of people had gathered in twos and threes, with leisurely expressions and relaxed postures.

Just as he was about to get off the car, Yan Zheke's cell phone suddenly vibrated and a ringtone came from the "Queen Mother."

"Hey, Mom, are you cheering for me in advance?" Yan Zheke tried his best to keep his tone light and not let his parents feel that he was nervous about the game.

No matter how good your psychological quality is, facing the finals of a year, no, more than a year, it is inevitable that you will feel uneasy.

Ji Mingyu chuckled and said, "We are watching the game live, why don't we ask for cheers? Your dad and I were already waiting at the cafe outside, and we happened to see your car coming."

"You guys arrived so early?" Yan Zheke blinked and looked at Lou Cheng.

Lou Cheng coughed, straightened his back straighter, and got out of the car with an even more graceful movement.

He maintained his posture, turned around, and helped his girlfriend to prevent her from tripping while getting out of the car while talking on the phone.

The pressure of the "finals" begins!

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It was getting dark, and more and more spectators gathered outside. There were banners, cartoon pictures, small speakers, inflatable hammers, and bursts of singing.

For Shanbei and Songda, this is not their home court, there are very few hardcore players, and most of the followers have an initial tendency, so they get along very well with each other.

In the locker room of the Shanbei University Martial Arts Club, they had already experienced two finals and were preparing in an orderly manner. No one was too excited or too nervous.

After everything was done, president Xu Wannian knocked on the metal bench and said with a smile:

"For this final, I haven't gone to a bar for a long time."

"Haha, President, don't speak. From now on, don't speak. Don't curse us!" The blond young man from Northern Europe laughed with a weird accent.

He was strong, rugged, and extremely confident.

"You said this about me, do you believe that you will be struck by lightning today?" Xu Wannian was very happy.

"Okay, stop arguing, Wannian, you are a senior and will leave school in a few months. Play this game well and don't have any regrets." Coach Huang Qing pressed his hands and said.

Xu Wannian nodded slightly, looked at Peng Leyun and Fang Zhirong who had their eyes closed and said nothing, shook his shoulders, stood up and clenched his fists and said:

"Then send me off with a gorgeous ending!"

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In the locker room of Songcheng University Martial Arts Club.

Old Man Shi looked around, coughed twice and said:

"We are a little worse than Shanbei, there is no doubt about it, but we are here not to lose, not to hand over the championship to them! Think about it, we at Songda have not yet had a national championship, and the honor room is waiting for us You go fill it in!”

"Let's fight, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes!"

After hearing these two words, Lou Cheng looked at Lin Que with excitement, looking at him who had his head buried without saying a word.

Keke said that the best result in the history of her martial arts club was achieved by her uncle Lin Que and her father. However, he was only the runner-up and failed in the finals.

My uncle gave up his plans for the professional competition and applied for Songda University just to make up for this regret!

It is up to us, all of us, to make up for this regret!

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In the live broadcast room, the screen is replaying the journey of Shanbei and Songda:

Easily defeating other opponents and meeting in a round-robin competition, Shanbei defeated Songda;

After hard work and courage, Song Da improved again. Not only Lou Cheng and Lin Que, but also the substitutes also made great progress;

The defending champion easily defeated the opponents in the group and qualified without any blood;

Although he was in the death group, Song Da felt at ease. In the final strong dialogue, he was particularly able to defeat Hua Hai. Among them, Lou Cheng turned defeat and defeated An Chaoyang, showing the top six-level combat power. Lin The lack of one to wear the other does not allow the former to be exclusively beautiful;

The battle of the top eight was uneventful, and each of them advanced easily;

In the semi-finals, Shanbei once again defeated a strong opponent, with the championship temperament coming to his face. Peng Leyun deserved the title of the devil of the national competition;

Songda went through a hard battle and narrowly defeated Imperial City. Both the main players and substitutes played their best and fought to the extreme;

Now the two meet on the highest stage, and they will end the past!

After the review, the host Liu Chang said deeply:

"Actually, there is no need to do these special programs, and there is no need to exaggerate the atmosphere of this game, because only two words can do it better."

"What are these two words?"

Having said this, Liu Chang paused, then raised his voice and said:

"finals!"

Yes, the two words "final" contain all the meaning, all the passion and all the expectations of a tournament-style arena battle!

National University Martial Arts Tournament Finals:

Shanbei VS Songda!

Peng Leyun VS Lou Cheng!

April 25th, 7:40 pm, is about to begin!