Martial Arts Master Chapter 114: Challenger

After leaving the fighting hobby club, Lou Cheng and Yan Zoke returned home directly, planning to go to the supermarket to purchase on the weekend, two days after tomorrow, to stock up on ingredients for the Chinese New Year and birthday next Monday.

After taking a shower, drying her hair, and changing into refreshing home clothes, Yan Zheke stood in front of the bed, spread her hands, leaned back, fell into the bed comfortably, and shouted coquettishly. : "Oranges, oranges, I will sleep first, you can massage me until I fall asleep~"

"Okay." Lou Cheng smiled and leaned over, controlling the body, and hitting the shock with the most suitable force, soothing the girl's muscle tension and deep fatigue, making her squint with satisfaction .

"Go up, go up, yes yes yes, right here, it's so sour, hissing, so sore, pity my old waist..." Yan Zoke guided the activities of the "exclusive masseur" .

Before speaking, she suddenly noticed that Lou Cheng's movements had stopped, and let out two muffled laughs.

...The girl was at a loss, then woke up, buried her face in the pillow, punched the side hard, and said viciously:

"It's not all you yet!"

Lou Cheng was busy "seriously" apologizing, and his technique became more and more exquisite. It didn't take long for Yan Zheke to relax his whole body, fatigue slowly, and drowsiness brewed.

Pressed again for a while, "seeing" the girl breathed smoothly and went into deep sleep. Lou Cheng retracted his hands and leaned to the side, planning to play with the phone and go to the lawn outside to do exercises.

He had just posed, Yan Zheke seemed to be equipped with an automatic radar, turned over and leaned forward, with his arms around his chest, his right leg raised, and a little higher on his knees.

Suddenly, Lou Cheng suffered a "five-flower tie", and the black long and thin eyelashes of the "culprit" didn't flicker, and the dream was full.

"Koko slept so soundly..." Lou Cheng smiled at the girl's peaceful and beautiful face.

Looking at it, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.

Sleep so comfortable... this kind of life is really relaxing... relax... loose...

Lou Cheng did not resist the call, put his arms around Yan Zheke, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it has been since this sleep. When Lou Cheng woke up, the sky was dark outside, and everything was quiet. Only a faint light shines through the window without the curtain, casting a faint glow on the room.

"...What time is it?" Yan Zike opened her eyes in a daze, and asked casually.

Lou Cheng lazily smiled: "It's just dark, it looks like it's six o'clock."

"Yeah." Yan Zheke changed her posture, lay side by side with Lou Cheng, and said lazily, "I'm a little hungry..."

"Mine has made a protest." Lou Cheng looked sideways at the girl's delicate ears.

"Let’s stop making troublesome dishes later. Thaw the meat, cut everything, and bake it. There are several dipping sauces from Xiushan, Songcheng, Dongying and Goryeo at home. You can pick whatever you like~ "Yan Zheke generously planned, "Wash some more vegetables and wrap them when you are tired..."

While speaking, she bit her lower lip suddenly and said "wrongly": "But what should I do if I don't want to move? I just want to lie down like this..."

"It's a coincidence, me too." Lou Cheng felt that he was captured by the little fairy and the bed.

"Do you want to starve your wife to death?" Yan Zheke snorted.

"...I get up, I'll get up right away!" Lou Cheng struggled and turned and got out of the bed, only to find that the girl followed and sat up.

Seeing his surprised and puzzled expression, Yan Zoke raised his chin and looked to the side:

"I have to supervise you!"

She said it was a supervisor, but she was leading the whole process. She was too busy to say anything, and she ordered this and that for a while, and waited until the power was plugged in and the meat in the roasting pan sizzled, it was the end.

It was peaceful all around, the lights were warm, and the smell of meat filled, Lou Cheng and Yan Zike looked at each other, smiled and toasted, and lightly touched the drink.

How can life often be moved, this is enough.

"Don't roast too well, the beef fat is easy to be "slag" and the taste will become hard..." The girl recalled her past experience, digging out the experience of barbecue, trying to make herself seem omnipotent.

I'm Coach Yan!

Half the meal, Lou Cheng paused suddenly and turned to look at the door.

"What's the matter?" Yan Zheke asked blankly.

"Someone is approaching." Lou Cheng stood up and walked to the door, his posture relaxed, without feeling dangerous.

After ten or twenty seconds, the doorbell rang, he counted three times, and opened the door.

Standing outside is a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo, a bow tie of the same color, and a neat shirt. He has a striking mustache and said in a very accent:

"Hello, is this Mr. Lou Cheng?"

"Right." Lou Cheng looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why.

The middle-aged man handed over an invitation card with both hands and replied with a smile:

"My host would like to invite Mr. Lou to attend the dinner on the weekend. If you can, I hope you can have a gladiator fight with him at that time and have a friendly exchange. This will not be public, and it is limited to the guests at the dinner."

The challenge came? Lou Cheng thought about it, took the invitation, opened it, and found the "Merseys" fighting arena clenching the trident's fist logo, the location of the manor where the dinner was held, the specific time, and the signature.

"Blanton..." Lou Cheng said the name and knew who it was.

He looked up at the middle-aged man, and the top hat nodded:

"I will go to the banquet on time."

"Thank you." The middle-aged man stroked his chest with his right hand and bowed.

Watching him leave, Lou Cheng closed the door and met Coach Yan's scrutiny gaze.

"What's the matter?" Yan Zike only vaguely heard "Dinner" and "Gladiator".

"Blanton from the ‘Gluka’ faction wanted to challenge me at a high-profile dinner." Lou Cheng smiled carelessly.

Blanton is the most popular fighter in the "Merseys" fighting arena in recent years. He has become a senior at the age of 22, which is equivalent to inhuman. He has just turned 24 this year and is the capital of the entire United States. A rising star in the forefront.

His father, Adrian, is also a senior fighter. He was the middle-aged white sword-wielding white man Lou Cheng saw when he first arrived at the "Meses" fighting arena.

And a pair of "senior" also established the Jackson family's position in Cannes!

"When is it?" Yan Zheke asked with interest, with bright eyes.

This kind of formal challenge, safety is definitely guaranteed, especially the two sides are still at the inhuman level and have strong control, so she does not feel worried.

"It's tomorrow night." Lou Cheng was learning American movies very eagerly, bending over and reaching out, "Madam, would you like to go with me?"

"Extremely happy." Yan Zheke smiled and handed it over.

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At seven o'clock in the evening the next day, the young couple drove to the riverside manor with the martial arts club, the home of Songda University, as a couple, and entered the banquet hall under the guidance of the servant.

The clouds from and to the temples are towering high, covetously intertwined, the perfume scent pierced the floor into a itchy nose, and wanted to sneeze.

He and Yan Zheke are not impolite in their dresses, because the host of the banquet is also in fighting clothes.

Blanton stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a glass of light champagne, smilingly raised Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke.

He has black hair and brown eyes, a tall body, knotted muscles, and his skin is close to a bronze color. He is full of strength and pressure.

Taking a sip of wine, Brandon laughed from a distance:

"Should I do an "opening dance" for everyone, or a finishing touch?"

While speaking, he pointed to the open-air fighting arena outside, so as not to misunderstand the building, where the lights were shining like daylight, and there were huge stone pillars with ancient Roman style.

"I have no questions." Lou Cheng answered with a smile.

"Now then, I can't wait." Brandon smiled apologetically.

The conversation between the two attracted the attention of the guests, and they cast their eyes on them, all with great interest.

Lou Cheng took a look around and asked intently:

"Where is the referee?"

"Referee?" Brandon shrugged, "I hate referees."

"A referee is required for a formal challenge, otherwise I would rather not accept it." Lou Cheng firmly expressed his opinion.

Blanton immediately showed a funny look:

"As a good fighter, how can you rely on the protection of the referee? Don’t you leave the referee, you are scared, timid, and withdrawn? Don’t you forget that fighting is an art used on the battlefield, forget The boiling blood and the courage of a man?"

"Only when you are used to fighting without any protection can you be a real man, a real warrior. If you admit that you are a boy who will cry in your mother's arms and a shameful coward, then you go! "

Yan Zheke burst into flames when she heard this, and her body trembled slightly.

"Let's go." Lou Cheng pulled her down, turned calmly, and walked towards the gate.

If I have not experienced those few life and death battles, I would definitely be irritated now~IndoMTL.com~ But the more I experience the smell of death on the verge of death, the less I want to take the initiative to try.

I'm not afraid, but it doesn't mean I like it.

Since martial arts practice, all my non-referee battles have either been absolutely sure or forced to be passively involved. How can I actively jump into dangerous situations?

This is completely against my martial arts will!

I am not protecting face!

Yan Zheke followed blankly for two steps, suddenly calmed down in the surprised eyes of the guests, and squeezed Lou Cheng's hand tighter, only that he was more courageous than accepting the challenge.

"Okay." At this time, Brandon slapped his palm behind him, sighed and said, "I can only force myself, Mr. Polk, please be the referee in today's fight."

Lou Cheng stopped, turned around, and frankly met the gazes of cowardly people.

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