Martial Arts Master Chapter 125: Try my best
"Fang Zhirong won the second game!"
Hearing the referee's announcement and looking at Lou Cheng's distant back, Fang Zhirong was stunned on the spot. He immediately surged in blood, ashamed and angry, his fists creaked. www.biquge.info
"He's not badly hurt, those two blows should be implosion punches..." In the live broadcast room, the host Liu Chang said in surprise, half seeking confirmation.
However, he did not hear the expected answer, whether it was affirmative or negative, and his surroundings were strangely quiet.
What's the matter? Liu Chang turned his head and looked at his partner. He Xiaowei's expression was dull, his lips were whistling, and his face was blue and red, as if he was not possessed.
Hi, what does Fang Zhirong's injury do to you? Why is it the same as losing all of the family property? Liu Chang was confused and full of doubts.
At this moment, his mind flashed, remembering something before, and instantly understood the whole story:
He Xiaowei has cursed and swore that if the emperor can win the championship, he will shave all the hair on his head!
Fang Zhirong suffered two implosion punches from a weak and inhumane. Fang Zhirong's injury could not be recovered in three or five days. When he played in the imperial capital, he could be considered as powerful if he could still perform five achievements!
It seems that casual tainted milk has to give way to the "carefully prepared" kind!
Liu Chang looked up and down at He Xiaowei's head, his mouth was tightened, his cheeks and neck quivered, and he forcibly suppressed his smile.
It seems I can look forward to it...
What kind of scene will it be...
Can't help it, hahahaha!
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All the way back to the seats, Lou Cheng asked with a smile when everyone was a little dazed:
"What's wrong?"
Although I didn't expect this game to be won, don't miss it!
Cai Zongming's mouth twitched and said:
"Have you ever considered us!"
"What's the situation?" Lou Cheng looked confused.
"You said you lost and you lost, laugh a fart!" Xiao Ming pointed at Fang Zhirong on the ring in grief, "Look at him, he is obviously suffocated, and he will definitely vent later. To Yoko and me, **** abuse us!"
Even if that guy is seriously injured, all aspects are down, and it is not the top ninth product that can challenge!
Lou Cheng suddenly realized that, solemnly stretched out his hand, patted "Mouth King" on the shoulder, and said with relief:
"Don't worry, there are referees!"
...Cai Zongming was extremely angry and smiled: "If you say it, you don't say it!"
Is the calf trembling even more!
At this moment, Deng Yang made an expression of seeing death as home, and bumped his fists with Lou Cheng and the others, and walked towards the ring with his head high.
Watching him take a few steps forward, Lou Cheng took back his phone, and shared his joy and invigoration with Yan Zheke.
Upon the stone steps, Deng Yang stood opposite Fang Zhirong, who had done a "returning strength" to reduce the impact of his internal injuries, and saw the enemy's gloomy face and angry black eyes.
He shuddered suddenly involuntarily, as if he was stared at his throat by a poisonous snake, and his temple was locked with a sniper rifle.
This is the suppression of the momentum of the Sixth Stage Pill Realm? Deng Yang tried his best to soothe the qi and blood, making the skin glow.
Tenzhou Island, "Quenching Jade Technique"!
The referee didn't give Fang Zhirong more chance to calm down, so he raised his right hand and swung down suddenly:
"Go!"
Fang Zhirong never wiped the blood from his nose and mouth. He bowed his back and wandered, weirdly and quickly approached Deng Yang.
Deng Yang's body skills are in a weak position. After dodge a few times, he can't get rid of it, and the distance between the two sides is getting closer.
At this moment, Fang Zhirong collected his energy and blood, and hugged him in his lower abdomen, followed by a bombardment, rushing out, swelling his legs.
Click! There was a spider web under his feet, a rush, deceiving Deng Yang close, and his right fist rushed straight!
Deng Yang took a breath, inflated his temples, raised his arms, and made the most conservative parry posture.
Suddenly, the two muscles of Fang Zhirong's back were highlighted like a butterfly, and his spine jerked to the side, causing his body to change direction, and it flashed to the opponent's side in one step.
Slap!
He pointed his left palm, spreading his five fingers, flashing dark, like terrible fangs.
Deng Yang used old moves, and had no center of gravity like mercury. He was hard to avoid, his face turned pale, he clenched his teeth, swelled his biceps, tightened his sleeves, and swung actively.
Tear! His sleeves split, revealing the sapphire skin clasped by Fang Zhirong's five fingers.
While the negative feelings such as weakness and breathlessness have not yet emerged, Deng Yang's expression suddenly becomes hideous, and layers of jade-colored brilliance rise.
He slammed his feet hard, he sank his shoulders into horns, and leaned fiercely to the side!
Boom! Fang Zhirong's vitality and blood were surviving, and his body's reaction was slow. He had no time to raise his right arm, and he was hit by Deng Yangzheng, who did not stop or defend and only counterattacked.
Fang Zhirong's arms trembled and steadily resisted. Fang Zhirong's blood stagnated and almost detonated internal injuries. He Xiaowei in the live broadcast room shook with him, as if this "Iron Mountain Kao" actually hit him. .
However, Deng Yang's "dark poisonous energy" made a sudden, his strength disappeared and his breathing became difficult. He could only lower his head and gasp.
The realm is too different, the effect is naturally amazing!
Fang Zhirong's face turned red, then turned blue, his right arm was pressed forward and his left fist was about to collapse to the opponent's lower abdomen.
At this time, a hand stretched out to resist his attack.
The referee raised his other hand, exhaled and said:
"Fang Zhirong won the third game!"
Huh, Fang Zhirong let out a foul breath, retracted his fist in anger, and stood up straight.
Deng Yang gasped again and again, and finally eased over. After bowing his hands, he walked vainly under the ring.
As soon as he walked a few steps, Wang Dali and others greeted him and supported him who was weak.
"Go to the emergency room to get oxygen?" Lou Cheng suggested.
"Hmm." Deng Yang nodded slightly, panting, and said with a wry smile, "I, I tried my best..."
"Very good!" Lou Cheng praised sincerely, and stretched out his fist.
Deng Yang was weak and raised his hand, touched him, completed the ceremony, and was sent to the emergency room.
Cai Zongming next to him took a breath and looked at Lou Chengdao:
"Can I abstain?"
"What do you think?" Lou Cheng looked at him amused.
"I think it can..." Xiao Ming didn't lose his mouth, then bit his teeth, and said with a distorted expression, "Do you think Xiaoye is afraid? What's so scary! Anyway, there is a referee!"
He stepped boldly and aggressively, approaching the stone steps with great momentum, and when he was about to climb the ring, he calmed down his expression, smiled hidden, and calm and composed.
Well, we have entered the scope of the live broadcast!
Don't leave the uncool side...
When he came to the center, Cai Zongming shook abruptly when Fang Zhirong's eyes were eager to eat.
He quickly eased his mind and comforted himself eloquently:
"Just a dead person, just a dead person..."
Fang Zhirong heard vaguely, with blue veins on his forehead violently, almost unable to stabilize his injury.
The referee was almost amused, shook his head and raised his hand, waved down and shouted:
"Go!"
Click!
Fang Zhirong made a "returning hold" as soon as the game started, propped his feet into the ring, and uncharacteristically hit Cai Zongming, as fast as thunder.
There is a flower in front of him, the enemy is already bullying, Xiao Ming's heart is tense, and according to the predetermined plan, he put his feet inward and raised his arms to block.
His two hands held each other's cuffs in a strange posture.
Slap! Fang Zhirong spread out his five fingers and clasped his forearm to the enemy.
At this moment, two tears sounded at the same time, Cai Zongming tore off the sleeves, turned the clothes into flags, inflated the airflow, and held Fang Zhirong's palm in the opposite direction, and then beat the band with softness.
Following, he flicked his elbow joint, threw his forearm out, and hit the opponent's face, his knuckles were ready to attack, and he wanted to complete the second attack.
Fang Zhirong's face turned black, his shoulder twitched, and his other arm was raised, making the edge of his palm stained with blue.
Slap! He slapped his palm back and struck the enemy's bare arm.
In an instant, Cai Zongming felt the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, a knife scraping his bones, and ten fingers pinching. He instinctively hugged his arm and shouted!
He exuded cold sweat on his forehead, his expression was pale, and he seemed to be about to faint.
The twenty-seventh style of "Plastic Ministry", "Scorpion Tail Needle"!
This is a knack for amplifying pain!
Taking this opportunity, Fang Zhirong lifted his waist and hips and was about to bend his knees and bump.
The referee raised his leg in time to block the blow and raised his right hand:
"Fang Zhirong won the fourth game!"
"Final result, Shanbei University Budo Club wins!"
Fang Zhirong took a breath, calmed down a little, and raised his hands to the surrounding audience who supported him, applauding.
Cai Zongming was dumbfounded, walking to the ring dumbly, seeming to endure extreme pain at every step, exhausting all his energy.
After being supported by Lou Cheng and Wang Dali, he relieved, feeling the pain began to subside, and said the first sentence:
"Fuck! It hurts!"
You are so alive~ IndoMTL.com~ I’m relieved... Lou Cheng chuckled and asked casually:
"How did you feel just now?"
"Feeling? I'm starting to doubt life!" Xiao Ming replied with rich expression.
The first round of the semi-finals ended. Songda was eliminated and Shanbei entered the final for the third time in four years.
For the failure, Lou Cheng and the others were mentally prepared for a long time, and the sadness was not too much, but they were a little sad and mixed.
After watching Ren Li show off her power and lead the Imperial Capital Academy Martial Arts Club to the finals, the Song Da gang took a minibus and returned to the hotel.
As soon as he entered the lobby, Lou Cheng saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes greeted him with a smile on his face.
He wears gold-rimmed glasses and has a very refined temperament. He introduces himself:
"I am the representative of Dragon Tiger Club."