Martial Arts Master Chapter 110: Viciousness
December 21st, three o'clock in the afternoon.
The referee stood in the middle of the ring and shouted:
"The first game of the Budo Club of Shanbei University vs. Matsushiro University Budo Club."
"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's a habit, or maybe it's been a long-term influence, Lin Que did not go directly to the ring, but first fisted with his teammates from left to right, and heard cheer after cheer.
When he came to the coach, Old Man Shi coughed, not as passionate as a young man, and only vomited two words:
"Don't worry."
Don't rush Lin Que to repeat silently, there seems to be light flashing through the deep eyes.
He turned around and left the seat, step by step along the road to the defending champion, to the stone steps, and the sound of small horns around was one after another, deafening, welcoming Fang Zhirong's debut.
Fang Zhirong is a big boy with a medium-sized head, a handsome appearance, and a relatively shy look, but his eyes are sharp and stubborn, and there seems to be a soul whose eyes are higher than the top and full of edges and corners hidden in his body.
As soon as he stood on the right hand side of the referee, he stared sharply at Lin Que, his eagerness to fight in his sight.
Lin Que did not show weakness, looked back calmly, there seemed to be flames burning deep in his eyes.
Defeating a sufficiently qualified opponent is what every warrior yearns for and looks forward to!
The tension-filled scene on the ring made the host in the live room sigh with emotion:
"In September last year, they were highly anticipated genius martial artists in the university martial arts circle, but they were always fate and failed to get hands on, and they were covered by Peng Leyun’s light and turned into a dark place under the lamp, one by the building. To be able to catch up, be dimmed by the miracle, it is their own frustrations, and today there must be a loser and a winner in this matchup. Well, a draw is not ruled out. In short, the winner takes back his own glory and fails. The person is sad, encounters greater setbacks, and bears greater pressure. Senior Zhang, who are you more optimistic about?"
"It's hard to say, it's hard to say." Zhang Heren shook his head cleverly, without making a positive judgment. "They have only been in the Dan realm for a few months, and they are in the stage of rapid advancement. Lin Que has practiced. How many fighting moves and how big a breakthrough has been made by Meteor Power. What new things Fang Zhirong has learned from the incomplete Anbu, Plague and Magnetism is still unknown to outsiders, that is, they will not know each other too much. , This game is full of variables."
When the host and the guests were chatting about the introduction, the referee glanced around and stretched out his right hand:
"Talk time begins."
Fang Zhirong smiled shyly, and said in his eyes more vigorously:
"When I first entered college, I kept hearing your name, and I was always compared with you. It is inevitable that I would want to fight with you. But last year, President Xu awakened the crow mouth ability. Leave me a chance, now, I can finally compete with you officially!"
Speaking of which, he is no longer polite and polite, and is categorical:
"Look at who is better and who is not worthy of the name!"
"Look at who we are today!"
Since August, I sighed, waiting for today, waiting to prove my battle!
Faced with his provocative and stimulating words, Lin Que didn't blink his eyelids, standing there as if his expression was missing, silent, brewing, secretly counting.
Knowing the other party's habitual performance, Fang Zhirong didn't care. He felt comfortable for a while, and began to fine-tune his body, rotate the local magnetic field, and push the state up gradually.
As the dialogue time came to an end, he suddenly saw Lin Que open his mouth and spoke calmly, replying to his previous words:
"Unfortunately, you are not Peng Leyun."
Unfortunately, you are not Peng Leyun meaning that I am not qualified? There is still a big gap between me and Peng Leyun? Fang Zhirong suffered a blow to the place where he was least willing to be touched. He was furious because of his hidden inferiority complex, like a wild cat stepped on its tail. His pupils contracted and his hairs were erected. Go up and shred the enemy on the opposite side.
Sooner or later, I will defeat Peng Leyun, and 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 waved it down suddenly:
"Go!"
Lin Que's grasp of the enemy's psychology and the use of time can be called precise, and he deserves to be a top student in the psychology department.
However, in this area of psychological problems, those who can heal have always been unable to heal themselves, and are very resistant to other people's treatment.
Fang Zhirong burned with anger, his back bent, and he rushed towards his opponent like he was about to stick to the ground. The speed is extremely fast and his footwork is very curious, making it impossible to grasp where he stays every time. .
Lou Cheng has incorporated a mercury-like snake stance, which pales in comparison to him now!
Even if he gets angry again, Fang Zhirong is also a warrior who has experienced many battles, and after seeing Lin Que’s previous games, he was impressed with the lightning attack with the explosion of the Dan realm from the beginning, and he did not leave him like that. Opportunity.
Lin Que looked indifferent, did not make a rush, the muscles and fascia moved, stepped on the Yu step, and walked away to meet Fang Zhirong, turning passive into active.
The wind is overwhelming on the stage, and the two of them are walking quickly and constantly staggering, each is looking for the most suitable mobile phone meeting, but such moments are often covered by the other's footwork as soon as they appear. As for them, there was no collision in dozens of seconds, as if they were performing a dance for everyone.
The layman watched the excitement, and the expert watched the doorway. When the audience was a little disappointed by the lack of fist-fighting, Lou Cheng watched it very intently.
Big brother and Fang Zhirong’s footwork is different, one turns ingeniously, the straight line is like a shooting star, wins with quickness, wins with cleverness, the other is not straight, twists and turns, relatively erratic, very strange, like It is the ghost in the dark night.
Of course, they are not yet successful in this area. They are obviously weaker than Qiu Lin, who they have encountered. This girl has practiced the family tradition to "the lotus grows step by step, and the clouds and thunder follow each other." realm.
Uncle brother had to train Yu Bu to the level of "Bugang Step Fighting". When he walked, there was a "gang wind" surrounded by a continuous explosion, so that he could be compared.
A few more laps, as the distance between the two sides shrinks and decreases, Lin Que and Fang Zhirong almost seized the opportunity at the same time. Before they could use their strength and explode their “pill energy”, they exploded their shoulder strength. , Shook his forearm quickly, punched out like lightning, a back muscle swelled, grabbed before sliding, and his fist burst out like a night illusion.
Boom!
The opportunities of both sides were intercepted by each other, and the two punches collided in the air, creating the first muffled noise since the start of this game.
Seeing two fists frozen in the air for an instant, Fang Zhirong's elbow joint flicked in a strangely dislocated posture, causing his forearm to be raised up like a poisonous snake, and his fist against Lin Que jumped up, his fingers spread out. He grabbed the opponent's arm quickly and accurately.
At this moment, Fang Zhirong's five fingers glowed with light ink, as if turned into fangs, and wanted to pour deadly things into Lin Que's body through contact.
Anbu, "Dark Poison"!
This power originally came from the Plague Ministry, also known as "Pesticide Power". It was later acquired by the founder of the "Black Sky Boundless Sutra", and it became one of the core powers of the Anbu. Compared with the original version, the poisonous intent is reduced, and the delicacy is even worse, no matter where you touch Lin Que, as long as he is not cut off by his energy burst, he can be poisoned!
Although in Fang Zhirong’s current state, the "dark poison" he has developed will not survive Lin Que's life, but it can at least make him appear in various negative states, such as dizziness, dyspnea, chest tightness, and shortness of breath. The ground lowered the opponent's strength, and things like "poison" would definitely accumulate, and it would be difficult for Lin Que to withstand it over and over again.
Five fingers like teeth, about to bite down hard, too fast to avoid.
At this moment, Lin Que's arm muscles suddenly tensed, contracted inward, and tightly pressed against the bones, making the place "short" out of thin air, making Fang Zhirong's "fang" a little bit stronger Early, short-lived, like sinking into nothingness that is hard to focus on.
This stretch and shrinkage is not unusual, but Lin Que completed it with "really holding strength"!
Following, he didn't try to grab the opponent's wrist, he sprayed Dan Jin, stomped on his left foot, and accompanied by a plow!
Doubu, Sixteenth Form, Ground Crack!
Boom!
The sound erupted from inside the ring, and Fang Zhirong's soles of feet suddenly cracked, and he slammed up vigorously, just like the resurrection of a volcano~IndoMTL.com~Compared with the previous one, Lin Que's move has made great progress!
Fang Zhirong felt a pain in the soles of his feet, and he couldn't help but pull his leg away, and his body was unsteady, losing his center of gravity and becoming shaky.
During this process, his right hand was raised up, and his five fingers left Lin Que's arm, and he was unable to chase after him anymore, infused with poison.
Lin Que's eyes flashed sharply, and he wanted to seize the opportunity to start combos!
In this situation, Fang Zhirong neither dodges along the swaying trend, dodges outside, dodges the follow-up with footwork, nor does he hold back the strength, return blood, stabilize the body, resist the counterattack, but sway The center of gravity swayed, his shoulders energized, his right hand flicked back, and the back of his palm drew towards Lin Que's unretracted arm.
He visualized it in his mind, and the darkness of his fingertips faded quickly, and the edge of his palm was stained with blue.
Slap!
Lin Que, who was about to rush to attack, couldn't dodge, the back of his hand rubbed his forearm, and the ground went dark in front of him. He felt an indescribable pain, like a fracture, like being hit. To the point.
Just one rub, it feels so painful!
The Plague, Type 27, "Scorpion Tail Needle"!
Fang Zhirong has not been wasted in the past few months. Not only has he mastered his strength, but he has also practiced two tricks!
Such a blow can't exert the toxicity of "Dark Poison", but it can produce painful stimulation that is more than normal, and the enemy is obviously affected!
In the severe pain, although Lin Que's right hand was not actually hurt, it still seemed to have been abolished, because it was uncomfortable when he used his force!
At this time, Fang Zhirong finally swung away and took a few steps back.
Lin Que knew that this kind of stimulus could be resolved by contraction of Qi, blood, strength and spirit, but it was like wasting a chance for a pill realm to explode, so he stubbornly stared, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and did not deal with .
His face turned pale, and his forehead was cold and sweaty.