When he climbed the stairs, Li Mao felt that he was not as nervous as last time, because this was not a too important game, and it didn't matter if he lost, didn't he come without seeing Coach Shi?

But why am I still a little nervous, and my body is still trembling?

Is it because of the gaze of thousands of people around him? Is it because Yan Zheke performed too well in front of him, putting pressure on his back and unwilling to bury the good situation?

Or is there no reason, that is, I am a natural waste, I can't see big scenes, I have low self-esteem in my bones, how can I be nervous?

Li Mao, who was in self-loathing, stood opposite Feng Shaokun and saw the referee raise his right hand, about to announce the start. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Me, I haven't adjusted yet...... Suddenly, he felt himself tense again, and although his thoughts did not become sluggish, he could not concentrate.

At this moment, a sentence suddenly flashed through his mind:

"Wait a minute, you don't think about anything, just remember a little bit, a left slide, a low kick, a punch. ”

"Left sliding step, low kick, punch ......" Li Mao muttered to himself silently, as if grasping at the last straw.

Feng Shaokun stopped panting, feeling the obvious nervousness of the enemy on the opposite side, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Good thing it's him!

A few days ago, Feng Shaokun pondered Li Mao's performance in the college martial arts meeting, and was deeply impressed by his stage fright, so he had already made up his mind to pay attention, once he encountered this opponent, he immediately rushed to attack and did not give him a chance to slow down!

Meeting this nervous brother in a situation of considerable consumption is simply a gift from heaven!

"The third game, start!" the referee didn't give Li Mao time to adjust.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Shaokun's feet were like stepping on ice floe, and the muscles behind him "flapped" like wings, and he approached the opponent in a fast and fierce manner.

"Left sliding step, low kick, punch ......" Li Mao didn't think about it, followed his instinct and slid to the left side to dodge, then tensed his thighs, bent his knees, and kicked out low, kicking straight at Feng Shaokun's joints.

Feng Shaokun didn't expect that the nervous brother could dodge in time, and the tiger hugging fist that was ready to attack had to stop abruptly, turning to twisting his waist and swinging his legs, and blocking with side kicks.

After hitting each other, Li Mao was like a robot, instinctively adjusting his muscles, borrowing a little strength, pulling his right arm back, clenching his fist and shooting.

Left slide, low kick, punch!

Feng Shaokun's right arm shook, and the tiger fist roared out, hitting it hard without showing weakness.

Bang! In the muffled sound, Feng Shaokun only felt that his right arm was sore, and his strength was not enough, and his fist was forcibly opened by the opponent.

Oops! The aftermath of the fierce battle just now! He immediately made a decision, using his left foot as a fulcrum, swinging his right hand back to the side and back, and pulling his body to turn right.

Li Mao punched well, as if he had entered the rhythm of training, his body instinctively swung back, and once again borrowed his strength, he slammed out his left fist, and hit Feng Shaokun's wide open chest.

Am I getting the upper hand?

Didn't I fail?

It's just a simple "left slide, low kick, punch"?

At this time, Li Mao finally woke up from a big dream and returned to the rhythm of the game, although there was still a little tension left, and his thoughts were still a little not smart enough, but at least he could think and judge the situation on the field.

And the current situation, there is no need for him to make any complicated analysis, nor does he need to be resolute and decisive, and make a decision on the spot, just use him to skillfully deploy the twenty-four blows of Blizzard as he usually trains!

Bang! Feng Shaokun twisted his back in time, moved his shoulders, clenched his left fist, and slammed it down, Hengjiang intercepted, and resisted Li Mao's mountain cannon.

Li Mao's thoughts gradually cleared up, and his attention also focused, only to feel that this rhythm of the game was really good, and he felt as if he was back in the practice field.

And the "familiar" environment can effectively reduce tension!

He swung his left fist back, allowing the power to pour into his spine and transmit it from the soles of his feet, and then with his back as the axis, he snapped out a whip leg and pumped it towards Feng Shaokun's lower plate.

Seeing this scene, Lou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, secretly happy for Li Mao, and no longer stayed on the sidelines, and easily returned to the coach's seat.

Feng Shaokun, on the other hand, was quite depressed, knowing that he had fallen into the suppression of the blizzard's twenty-four blows again, he no longer hesitated, and returned a whip leg, followed by him, he took a sharp breath, his face flushed, and his temples puffed out.

Boom! Feng Shaokun seemed to have gunpowder exploding in his body, urging his right fist to jet back and attack against each other.

Li Mao, who was gradually accustomed to the atmosphere of the game, was able to analyze and judge quickly at this time, thinking that the opponent was extremely consumed, so he did not avoid the edge, wrapped in the borrowed power, and beat the drum fiercely.

Bang!

The two of them each shook their center of gravity and took a step back, Feng Shaokun seized the opportunity, unfolded a crane step, flashed to Li Mao's side with a flying flutter, clenched his fist into a tiger's claw, and slammed down.

Changing to Li Mao a few moves ago, he could only subconsciously resist this blow, but at this time, the moment he raised his right arm, he also sank his center of gravity.

As soon as the tiger fist hit his right arm, Feng Shaokun suddenly conjured out a "crane beak", and pecked Li Mao's temple with a flick of his strength.

However, Li Mao followed the trend of his right arm being beaten and sinking, his knee bent, and his center of gravity sank, making his body suddenly shorter, avoiding Feng Shaokun's crane peck.

At the same time, he exerted force with his left foot, turning his entire body into a cannonball, and slammed into Feng Shaokun's chest and abdomen.

Feng Shaokun didn't stand hard, he stepped on it, dodged smartly, and played again in a different position.

Within a minute, he launched a continuous offensive, but Li Mao, who had already calmed down, seemed to have returned to the cold winter wax moon, returned to himself against the darkness, facing the cold wind, listening to the sound of firecrackers, and the days of hard tempering, no longer panicked, full of tricks and styles, and kept every drop.

It was this month that he really mastered Blizzard's twenty-four blows!

Fighting, Li Mao suddenly found that Feng Shaokun's strength had weakened a lot, and there was also a sluggishness between the steps that he had not just had.

As soon as he came to the limit, Li Mao didn't think much about it, lest he hesitate, and immediately slid and counterattacked his opponent.

Feng Shaokun's heart tightened, he abandoned all distracting thoughts, his spine flicked, his back squirmed, his hands were raised, turned into the wings of a crane, and fiercely slapped at Li Mao's temples on both sides.

When he was about to slap his opponent's arms with both palms, he suddenly lifted his hips, changed his center of gravity, and put on an independent posture of the golden rooster, and kicked out his right foot silently, like a tiger's leg.

Tiger and Crane Combo!

With two snaps, as soon as Li Mao resisted the slapping of the "crane", he saw the enemy's right foot fatally attacking, and he was powerless to resist for a while, so he had to fall to the ground and roll on the lazy donkey.

During the rolling, he felt quite sad in his heart, he finally played normally, but it seemed that he had fallen into the trap of the enemy and was about to fail.

At this moment, Li Mao suddenly noticed that Feng Shaokun did not catch up in time, leaving a gap for himself.

Is he really tired?

Was it the final comeback just now?

When the thought turned, Li Mao's back flicked, the carp stiffened, stood up again, faced Feng Shaokun who had just approached, his feet were inward, his spine was driven, and a cannon punch was fiercely blasted.

Syllable!

Feng Shaokun raised his right arm and blocked it in time, but his body shook involuntarily, obviously reaching the limit.

Li Mao was unforgiving, and another punch collapsed.

Bang! Feng Shaokun's hands were weak, and the shelves were opened alive.

Li Mao's eyes were almost red, and he slid closer, turned sideways, and slammed into it fiercely.

Feng Shaokun leaned back, trying to dodge, but there was a void in his body, and he couldn't maintain his center of gravity, and he fell.

Li Mao rushed up, tensed his thighs, flicked his knees, kicked out his toes, and stopped next to Feng Shaokun's throat.

"In the third game, Li Mao won!" the referee raised his right hand and announced the result.

I won?

I won?

Li Mao couldn't believe his ears, and in an instant he seemed to have returned to the university martial arts club, and that time, he lived up to expectations, and was easily defeated because of nervousness in a good situation.

Now, have I finally won?

At this time, pictures flashed in front of Li Mao's eyes, including Chen Changhua's frustrated fist that bleeds against the cabinet, Lin Que's pain covered up with a hot towel, Coach Shi's words of comfort and encouragement, his own chagrin again and again, the hard practice of gritting his teeth and persevering day by day, the biting cold wind of winter, the silence of the darkest morning, and the scene of Lou Cheng and others carefully taking care of their emotions and racking their brains to help themselves relieve their tension......

In the cheers of the audience, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the seat of the Songda Martial Arts Society.

There, Lou Cheng took Yan Zheke's hand, Yan Zheke pulled Guo Qing, Guo Qing pulled Li Xiaowen, Li Xiaowen pulled Lin Hua, Lin Hua pulled Sun Jian, Sun Jian pulled Lin Que, and when Li Mao looked over, they waved their hands at the same time and shouted loudly:

"Come on, Li Mao!"

Li Mao's eyes turned red as soon as he brushed it, and tears couldn't stop flowing, knowing that he was locked by the big screen, and everyone could see the details, but his vision couldn't be blurred.

A dignified eight-foot man, crying like a child at this moment. (To be continued.) )