Martial Arts Master Chapter 153: 8 feet man

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When climbing up the stairs, Li Mao felt that he was not nervous last time, because this is not a very important game, and it doesn't matter if he loses. Wouldn't he not come without seeing Coach Shi?

But why am I still a little frustrated, and my body is still shaking?

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

Or there is no reason, it's because I'm a natural waste, I can't see the big scene, and I have low self-esteem in my bones. How can I be nervous?

Li Mao, who was disgusting himself, stood opposite Feng Shaokun and saw the referee raise his right hand, and he was about to announce the start.

I, I haven't adjusted it...buzzing, he feels that he is highly tense again, although his thoughts have not become sluggish, he is always unable to concentrate.

At this moment, a sentence flashed in his mind:

"Wait you don't think about anything, keep in mind, slide left, kick low, take punch."

"Slide left, kick low, take punch..." Li Mao muttered to himself, as if clutching the last straw.

Feng Shaokun stopped breathing, feeling the obvious tension from the enemy on the other side, and quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it is him!

A few days ago, Feng Shaokun pondered Li Mao’s performance in the university martial arts club. He was very impressed with his stage fright, so he had already settled on his attention. Once he met this opponent, he would attack immediately and not give him time. Chance to come!

It is a gift from heaven to meet this nervous brother under the condition of a lot of consumption!

"The third game, start!" The referee did not give Li Mao time to adjust.

As soon as his voice fell, Feng Shaokun’s feet were like stepping on ice floes, and the muscles behind his back "flagged" like wings. With a quick and fierce gesture, he approached his opponent at once.

"Slide left, kick low, take punch..." Without thinking, Li Mao dodged to the left by instinctively, then tightened his thigh, bent his knees, and snapped. Kicked out low and kicked Feng Shaokun's joints straight.

Feng Shaokun didn't expect that Brother Nervous would be able to dodge in time, and the ready-to-go tiger clasping punches had to come to an abrupt halt, turning to twisting the waist and swinging his legs and kicking them sideways to block.

Boom! After foot-to-foot, Li Mao looked like a robot, instinctively adjusted his muscles, borrowed a little strength, pulled his right arm back, clenched his fist and shot.

Slide left, kick low, take punch!

Feng Shaokun shook his right arm, and the tiger fist roared out, without showing weakness.

Boom! In the muffled sound, Feng Shaokun only felt that his right arm was sore, and his force was not enough, and his opponent opened his fist abruptly.

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

Li Mao succeeded with a punch, as if he had entered the rhythm of training, his body instinctively swung back and forth, once again with force, he slammed his left fist and took Feng Shaokun's open chest straight.

I got the upper hand?

I didn't fail?

Simply "slide left, kick low, take punch"?

At this time, Li Mao finally woke up from his dream and returned to the rhythm of the game. Although there was still a little nervousness, and his thoughts were still a little clever, he could at least think and judge the situation on the court.

In today's situation, he does not need to make any complicated analysis, nor does he need to be determined, decisive, and just use him to skillfully deploy Blizzard twenty-four strikes like usual training!

Boom! Feng Shaokun twisted his back in time, twirled his shoulders, clenched his left fist, punched down close to his body, Hengjiang intercepted and resisted Li Mao's cannon.

Li Mao's thoughts gradually cleared, and his attention became more concentrated, but he felt that the rhythm of the game was really good, making him seem to be back in the practice field.

The "familiar" environment can effectively reduce tension!

He swings his left fist back, letting the power flow into his spine, and then using his back as the axis, he slaps out a whip leg and draws it towards Feng Shaokun's bottom plate.

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

Feng Shaokun was quite depressed, knowing that he had fallen into the suppression of Blizzard's twenty-four blows again, and no longer hesitated, he gave a whip kick, followed closely, he took a sharp breath and turned red His face puffed up his temples.

Boom! There seemed to be a gunpowder explosion in Feng Shaokun's body, and he urged his right fist to jet off to counterattack.

Li Mao, who has gradually become accustomed to the atmosphere of the game, can now simply analyze and make quick judgments. He thinks that the opponent consumes a lot of money, so he does not avoid the edge, wrapped in the borrowed power, and beats the drum fiercely.

Boom!

The two each shook their center of gravity and took a step back. Feng Shaokun seized the opportunity and unfolded a crane step, flashing to Li Mao's side like flying, clenched his fists into tiger claws, and slashed.

For Li Mao before doing a few tricks, he could only subconsciously resist this blow, but at this time, the moment he raised his right arm, he sank his center of gravity.

Slap! As soon as the tiger fist hit the right arm, Feng Shaokun suddenly changed his "Crane Beak", and with a flick, he pecked at Li Mao's temple.

However, Li Mao followed the trend of being hit with his right arm, his knees bent, his weight became sharp, and his body suddenly became shorter, avoiding Feng Shaokun's crane peck.

At the same time, his left foot exerted force, turning his whole body into a cannonball, and rammed Feng Shaokun between his chest and abdomen.

Feng Shaokun didn't stand up, he stepped on it, and moved away smartly, changing the position and hitting again.

Within one minute, he continued offensively, but Li Mao, who was already calm, seemed to be back in the twelfth lunar month, returning to himself against the darkness, facing the cold wind, listening to the sound of firecrackers, hard working days, no Panic again, every move is full of arrogance, and keeps dripping.

In this month, he truly mastered Blizzard's twenty-four blows!

While fighting, Li Mao suddenly noticed that Feng Shaokun's strength had weakened a lot, and there was a slowness that was not there just now between the steps.

He is at his limit! As soon as he judged, Li Mao didn't think much about it, so as not to hesitate, he immediately slid and counterattacked his opponent.

Feng Shaokun's heart tightened, abandoning all distracting thoughts, his spine flicked, his back squirmed, his hands lifted, turned into the wings of a crane, and fiercely patted Li Mao's temples on both sides.

When he was about to take a picture of his opponent's raised arms, he suddenly raised his hips, changed his center of gravity, and assumed an independent posture of a golden rooster. His right foot kicked out silently, like a tiger kicking.

Tiger and crane strike together!

With two snaps, as soon as Li Mao resisted the flapping of the "Crane", he saw the enemy's right foot fatally attacked. He was unable to resist for a while, so he fell to the ground and the lazy donkey rolled.

While rolling, he felt sad. He finally played normally, but he seemed to fall into the enemy's trap and was about to fail.

At this moment, Li Mao suddenly realized that Feng Shaokun had not caught up in time, leaving a gap for himself.

Is he really tired?

Is the last counterattack just now?

While his thoughts turned, Li Mao flicked his back and the carp stiffened. He stood up again, facing Feng Shaokun who had just approached, pushing his feet inward, driving his spine, and fiercely blasted a cannon punch.

Slap!

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

Li Mao has the power to be unforgiving~IndoMTL.com~ is another punch.

Boom! Feng Shaokun's hands were weak, and the shelf was opened.

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

Feng Shaokun leaned back and tried to escape, but there was a period of emptiness in his body, and he couldn't keep the center of gravity, and he fell.

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

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

I won?

I won?

Li Mao couldn't believe his ears. In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the university martial arts club. That time, he failed everyone's expectations and was easily defeated because of the tension in the excellent situation.

Now, have I finally won?

At this time, Li Mao flashed a picture, there were Chen Changhua’s disappointed fists beating the cabinet and bleeding, there was Lin Que’s pain to cover up with a hot towel, there were words of comfort and encouragement from the coach, and there were repeated words of his own. Annoyed, there are hard trainings that clenched their teeth day by day, there was the bitter cold wind in winter, there was the silence of the darkest morning, and there were scenes where Lou Cheng and others took care of their emotions carefully and racked their brains to help relieve tension... …

In the full cheers, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the seat of Songda Budo Club.

There, Lou Cheng pulled Yan Zike’s hand, Yan Zike pulled Guo Qing, Guo Qing pulled Li Xiaowen, Li Xiaowen pulled Lin Hua, Lin Hua pulled Sun Jian, and Sun Jian pulled Lin Que. When Li Mao looked over, they simultaneously waved their hands and shouted:

"Come on, Li Mao!"

Li Mao's eyes flushed red, and tears could not stop flowing out. He knew 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.)