When the ring was cleared, the referee let Li Mao and Fei Sanli come closer, and then raised his right hand to announce the start of the game. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It has been several months since Li Mao entered the Jing success, and the "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" is no longer only superficial, but already in full shape, so he takes the initiative to step forward, trying to rush the attack, looking for an opportunity to launch a move.

At this moment, his body trembled slightly, and there was a little nervousness remaining, but this was not a pathological manifestation that could affect the judgment and affect the performance, but a normal degree of wanting to win and fear of losing, allowing hormones to secrete and excite nerves.

For Li Mao's opening attack, Fei Sanli had already expected it, and he didn't do guerrilla fights, and he didn't avoid the edge of the "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes", his head was lowered, his muscles were bulging, and he turned into a bison and rushed to meet him brutally.

His bald head reflected the light of the room, creating a bit of hideousness.

When the two were about to collide together, Fei Sanli suddenly turned sideways, raised his left arm, and swung his elbow sharply, popping the air and slamming the opponent's chest.

Li Mao was not in a hurry, visualized the momentum of a big avalanche, raised his arms, supported with one hand, and pushed with the other, steadily blocking the enemy's elbow attack, and took advantage of the situation, tensed his back, and was about to pull his legs to counterattack.

But Fei Sanli is not a fuel-efficient lamp, the connection follows closely, with the help of the collision, swings his waist violently, drives the arm to swing sharply, and makes the right fist shoot towards the opponent's face, above the bridge of the target's nose, and below the eyebrows!

Li Mao's spine straightened, and he brought strength, so that his left arm flicked, and he was lifted in front of his face, holding it steadily.

Bang! The boxing made a muffled sound, stirring up the scattered wind.

And at this distance, Li Mao's eyes were affected first, and he subconsciously became empty, so as not to be flooded by the wind and stimulate his eyes!

This is the effect that Fei Sanli wants to achieve, taking advantage of the opportunity when the other party's vision is affected, he uses his left elbow as the fulcrum, flicks out his forearm, spreads his five fingers, and fiercely and quickly backlashes towards Li Mao's throat.

The use of his trick was originally able to be used at the beginning, but he endured it and waited until the enemy was blown by the wind before he hit it.

Li Mao couldn't observe clearly for a while, and his judgment was uncertain, so he was inevitably a little frightened, and he didn't dare to feel hard, and he jumped back with a big stride, and quickly adjusted his muscles, trying to control the center of gravity in the shortest time.

Fei Sanli got this opportunity, how could he let it go, a blow missed, his steps hurried, and he approached the opponent by a lot, and then his shoulders exploded, his palms turned into knives, and he slashed down from both sides.

Li Mao just stood firm, reopened his eyes, and had no time to dodge, so he could only shake his arms, throw it outward, and hit the enemy's palm knife.

When the attack was exchanged, Fei Sanli's palm knife turned, turned into a press, pulled his waist and back, drove his thigh, pulled out his left foot, and was stunned and pumped between the opponent's legs.

His left leg tightened into a whip, tearing the air flow all the way, making Li Mao's cold hair stand on end, and he turned his waist sharply, and his lower body turned diagonally to the enemy.

Immediately afterward, he lifted his right leg and bent his knee to slam it.

This series of attacks made him a little scrambling and thrilling, but fortunately he didn't lose his square inch, and he couldn't deal with it.

Bang! In the muffled sound, Li Mao borrowed his strength, kicked down with his right foot, and was about to bend down and punch down, launching a counterattack with the momentum of a violent blizzard.

However, when Fei Sanli saw that he couldn't succeed, he had already dodged his senses and walked around behind him, not giving him a chance to get up.

Seeing this situation, Li Mao restrained his impetuous feelings, calmed down his emotions, put himself in the right position, and saw the moves, but at the same time, he did not forget to look for opportunities to create a situation suitable for himself.

The two sometimes fought hand-to-hand, sometimes wandered apart, Fei Sanli was sleek and sleek, firmly controlled the rhythm, and never let Li Mao's "Blizzard Twenty-Four Blows" reach more than two hits.

They fought fiercely for several minutes, and the students were so addicted to it that they felt the joy of fist to the flesh, and from time to time they blew the small horn and beat the inflatable hammer, as if they were here for a holiday.

Li Mao adhered to the idea that Fei Sanli had only played many professional nine matches and had recovered for less than a week, but he did not rush forward, played decently, and waited for the opportunity to come.

At the end of the battle, he suddenly saw the bald man's knees weaken, and his sliding steps came to a standstill.

Opportunity!

Li Mao perked up, took a big step, exerted force under his feet, swung his right arm out, and blasted forward a cannon punch that made his clothes rattle.

Fei Sanli hurriedly sank his center of gravity, raised his arms, and hurriedly resisted.

Li Mao's right fist failed to open the opponent's shelf and bounced back, but he had already visualized the scene of the wind shouting and the blizzard in his mind, his posture changed slightly, his muscles adjusted, and he shook out his left arm with the help of his strength, and stabbed the enemy's throat like a big gun.

Fei Sanli didn't move, his other hand clenched his fist and slammed it back.

As soon as the storm began, it did not stop, and Li Mao took advantage of the situation to pump his legs, whistling and kicking.

But at this moment, his thighs suddenly became sore, and his strength was sudden, and he almost fell by himself.

Fei Sanli had a smile on his face, leaned forward, reached out with his right hand, opened his five fingers, and pinched Li Mao's neck.

Hmph, who doesn't know that "Blizzard Twenty-Four Blows" is a test of "durability"? I let you hit so many times before just to consume your physical strength and get you closer to the limit step by step.

In the end, he deliberately sold a flaw to force you to show another "blizzard", and at this time, how many moves can you make in a state?

Hehe, if you continue to fight steadily, I will really have a flaw, and it is not yet known who will kill the deer!

The referee raised his right hand and announced the result:

"Fei San wins!"

Hearing this, Fei Sanli withdrew his right hand, looked at Li Mao with a smile and said:

"Boy, you're still too tender. ”

Even though we're all juniors, I've been through a lot of battles.

Li Mao exhaled, a little lost and a little sad, but more in review, in reflection, without that painful feeling.

In martial arts competitions, how can there be a reason to only win and not lose?

And Fei Sanli is indeed stronger than himself.

He turned and walked to the stone steps, while the students in the stands shouted encouragement:

"Come on, Li Mao!"

"You're playing well!"

They were very sure of the final result, and the short defeat did not affect their emotions in the slightest.

Hearing these voices, Li Mao smiled, raised his hands, and applauded in thanks, leaving no self-blame and pressure.

At the seat of the home team, Lou Cheng looked sideways at Yan Zheke and said with a smile:

"Looks like you have to bully the weak. ”

Yan Zheke glanced at him and snorted:

"If you don't solve the three tricks, don't come back~!"

She reached out and slapped Lou Cheng's palm.

"Three moves, you're too tolerant of oranges, aren't you?" Cai Zongming next to him interjected, "I'll bet on one move!"

"What are you betting on?" Lou Cheng didn't rush to the ring, and bumped fists with the players one by one.

Cai Zongming said without hesitation: "Bet on my festival! Don't let go of the water yourself!"

"Forget it, what's the point of betting on something you don't have?" Lou Cheng straightened his cuffs and walked to the stone steps.

As soon as he appeared, the entire venue immediately clamored, Yan Xiaoling standing in the aisle, Zhao Qiang, Li Liantong and others in the position raised their voices in unison and shouted a name:

"Lou Cheng!"

The sound is overwhelming, like a hero greeting them!

Lou Cheng waved his hand, followed the road, and came to the stone steps, and Mu Jinnian in the stands stomped his foot, secretly complaining that Coach Shi didn't let Lin Que go up.

Standing opposite Fei Sanli, Lou Cheng's expression was calm, his eyes were clear, and he smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I'll give it my all. ”

This is a sign of respect for the martial artists of the competition.

Don't worry? I'm not at ease at all! Please, don't respect me! Fei Sanli took a breath, saw the referee raise his right hand again, and shouted:

"Let's go!"

He didn't even bother to say that it was the first game, anyway, it was the last one.

Fei Sanli thought that his physical strength was about to run out, and he was not dying anymore, anyway, it was not a shame to lose to Lou Cheng, and he had a gap of eight streets with the other party in his heyday, not to mention now?

He took a few steps forward, swung his arms with momentum, and punched with a bang.

Lou Cheng smiled slightly, the five fingers of his right hand were opened, his palm was weakly grasped, and he grabbed it, and as soon as the two came into contact, he suddenly flowed back qi and blood, and condensed in his lower abdomen.

Fei Sanli suddenly felt that his fist had fallen into nothingness, soft and powerless, and then he saw the enemy's arm on the opposite side become bulging, and felt a violent and majestic force surging wildly, as if he had encountered a true dragon that had soared into the sky

Lou Chengdan's anger was thin, his back swayed sharply, and with a flick of his arm, he threw Fei Sanli out and threw it high.

Fei Sanli entered the state of soaring clouds without any resistance, and hurriedly adjusted his center of gravity, trying to stabilize his body, but he was stunned to find that he had not lost his balance at all, he just flew up.

Syllable!

He landed on both feet, stood firmly, saw the edge of the ring, and saw it from the outside!

With a flick, he was thrown out of the ring directly from a position close to the center, flying for an unknown number of meters, and the center of gravity was stable, without stumbling!

It's a terrifying weightlift!

Looking up in surprise, Fei Sanli looked at Lou Cheng, only the other party had put away the shelf and stood leisurely.

The referee also announced the final result:

"Lou Chengsheng!"

"Matsudai Martial Arts Club Victory!"

The students were stunned by the scene just now, and had a feeling of this unscience, until they heard the referee's voice, they came back to their senses, blew the trumpet, and created a warm atmosphere.

When Lou Cheng turned around and stepped down, they shouted in unison:

"Lou Cheng! Lou Cheng!"

"Lin Que!

"Matsudae! Matsuda!"

Enjoying this atmosphere, Lou Cheng returned to his position and said to Yan Zheke with a smile:

"One move!"

Yan Zheke snorted, turned his head with a smile, and then looked at the ring again, looked at the sides, and thought of the next division and the finals in April next year.

At this time, Shu Rui brought the team over to record their daily life.

"Lin Que, it's rare to see you playing with your mobile phone. She spotted the expressionless man looking down on the screen.

Lin Que glanced at her, did not answer, continued to bury his head, and typed characters in the search box:

"What's the joke between the hunter and the bear......"