Martial Arts Master Chapter 182: The last round
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While Chen Sansheng sighed, He Xiaowei on Weibo has posted:
"Let’s just say it, let’s say it! Songda’s bench is too weak, so what do you use to fight for the imperial capital? Horses stumble, people make mistakes. I sometimes make mistakes in my predictions, and you chase me and call for poisonous milk. , Now should I believe that I am actually very reliable?"
"Occasionally..." In the front row, someone "smiles into laughter".
Below him is a series of similar comments:
"It's over, I will go to the rooftop after smoking this cigarette..."
"Go together!"
"Wait for me, there is a companion on the road that is not lonely!"
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The "Jianghu Baixiaosheng" who was silent for a while also updated Weibo at this time:
"Everyone has good and bad conditions, and Wuzhe is no exception. Ren Li does have some problems with her performance today, but the final result will not change."
The implication is that Ren Li, who is not in a good tie, does not mean that Lou Cheng can be equal to the opponent.
As for whether Ren Li's state is good or bad, then some will say, who can't pick the bones in the egg?
If someone is more serious, they can use the final result to fight back!
No one has scolded him as shameless on this Weibo, because Yan Xiaoling and others are nervously worrying about the fourth and final game in the fan forum.
"555, are you really going to lose?" "Huan Fan" said "shrinking in the corner and drawing a circle".
"I, I, I, I don't know..." "Long night is coming" "Tears burst into my face", "I want to make a wish! If I can win the Imperial Capital today, I will insist on getting up a month early!"
"Hey, did you escape the morning class?" "Gaishilongwang" asked in surprise.
Yan Xiaoling said with an expression of "smiling tiredness": "We are choosing our own courses, thank you! Except for the martial arts class, I have transferred the first major class in the morning to the afternoon or evening! However, this is not the point. ! The point is that you have to follow me to make a wish and pray to win the Imperial Capital!"
"Why bother? It's normal to lose to the imperial capital. It's common sense to win or lose in similar situations." "Road to the Ring" interrupted.
As a warrior who cultivates the "Whooshing Baxing", he has always regarded himself as a half of the outside disciple of the Kongtong Academy. When watching today's game, it is self-evident that he supports him.
"No! I don't remember who said to me that if a warrior is calm about failure and doesn't feel pain, then he is numb to winning or losing, and he no longer has a heart that wants to be strong." "Knocked Muyu" said, "As a fan, as a supporter, you have to do the same. If you are not sad for them losing the game, then it means that you are not loving enough!"
"Papa, clap and applaud, that's a good point!" Whenever this is the case, Yan Xiaoling always talks poorly, "Come on, line up one by one to make a wish!"
"If Songda wins tonight, I will go to the bathroom and run naked for two more laps!" "Good names have been chewed by dogs" said.
"Bull Demon King" said funnyly: "If Songda wins tonight, I will reboot for a week!"
"I quit barbecuing for half a month!" "Gai Shi Long Wang" joined the fun.
Seeing everyone enthusiastically making a wish, Yan Xiaoling breathed a sigh of relief, @了"Many only Xiaogao":
"Box box, no, reporter cat in front, are you nervous? Is there any inside story to explode?"
"A lot of Xiao Gao" did not reply to her in time, because the seats at Songda Budo Club were so dignified that everyone forgot to play with their mobile phones.
Lou Cheng stood up after Yan Zheke and smiled deliberately:
"What kind of refueling method is needed? Even though, I will definitely do it, even if it is a Hawaiian rock hula dance!"
He tried to help his girlfriend relieve tension and reduce stress in this way of gagging.
Yan Zheke laughed with a nasal sound, took a breath, and encouraged herself to relieve herself:
"If I win, you have to massage me until I fall asleep tonight. You are not allowed to use my hands or take advantage of it!"
"Okay, no problem, come on! Seize the opportunity, hope to win!" Lou Cheng answered without hesitation, reached out and touched the girl, and shook it quietly.
"Hmm!" Yan Zheke nodded vigorously.
She didn't delay any more time, did not give high-fives to Li Mao, Cai Zongming and others one by one, only turned sideways and fisted at them.
Stepping away, Yan Zheke walked towards the stone steps to meet Lin Que who had returned.
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At the seat of the Budo Club of the Imperial College, Chen Diguo sighed like a bellows:
"It's not easy!"
If Xiao Chan had not developed the plague strength, she would have probably lost to Lin Que just now, and her best year of college martial arts career would have ended with regret.
Fortunately, okay!
"You can't be careless about the empty cicada..." Shen You next to Chen Diguo folded his arms and stood in front of his position, muttering to himself slightly worried.
"Little cicada has always been very cautious." Ren Li drank the canned "Jiu'an Soup" that regulates internal organs, and her beautiful eyes looked at the ring intently.
When Chen Diguo heard the words, he nodded in agreement: "Yes, don’t look at Xiao Chan who loves to be cute and sometimes looks dazed, but she is very serious and calm in doing things. As long as she is not careless, she is still quite sure of winning post nine. Of."
"Well, you said Xiao Cicada stayed." Ren Li remembered the point, her eyes never shifted, she still looked straight ahead.
When I saw Yan Zike quickly ascend the ring, the main force and substitute of the Imperial Capital Academy's Martial Arts Club suddenly fell silent, seeming to have lost the ability to speak.
This round will decide who will stay and who will leave, who laugh and cry!
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In the stands, the audience was happy, worried, and emotional. The cheering and cheering voices weakened a lot. Ding Yixin, a "double material" fan, was so nervous that he did not dare to look at the ring again. He shrank his body next to Qiu Hailin and buried his mind in On her shoulder.
"As for?" Qiu Hailin asked amusedly.
When she was speaking, her heart was pounding and pounding, and she couldn't tell whether it was nervous alma mater or classmate.
"As for! I think that the one who thinks of waiting to lose can only say goodbye to this place, with full of regret. No matter how much effort, sweat, and youth I have put in, I feel so sad. Nervous, this is too, this is too cruel and cruel." Ding Yixin said as a chapter.
She is a student of the Chinese Department of Imperial College.
"A Wenqing heart..." Du Yiyi said sharply, with some fear between his eyebrows and eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see the last sadness.
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In the live broadcast room, following the camera, I scanned the stands and the host of the Budo Club seats on both sides, Liu Chang sighed:
"This is the cruelty of the knockout. There can be only one winner. The losing team must leave and wait for next year, or maybe miss it forever."
"Maybe regret forever." Chen Sansheng echoed emotionally.
Liu Chang still weaves suspense, and actively asks:
"Sanshi, do you think Songda is hopeless?"
"No, there is still hope, but it's not that big. Whether you can grasp it or not depends on the on-the-spot performance of both sides." Chen Sansheng thought for a while, "To be honest, Jiang Kongchan's consumption is not small,' The Plague Department’s strength must be hit to play, and after Lin Que’s Meteor Burst, there may still be shocks remaining. If it is replaced by Lou Cheng before the Dan Realm or Lin Que is against her now, it will not win. They will be young, just like Wei Shengtian and Zhou Zhengquan when they were exhausted and injured. Unfortunately, Yan Zheke is not the one before the Dan realm..."
He didn't finish his words, but stopped suddenly, because the director cut the screen to the seats of the martial arts club on both sides, and saw Lou Cheng, Ren Li, Lin Que, Chen Diguo and others stand up separately, and each other The side substitutes stood in a row holding hands, facing the ring, both cheering and expecting. They are showing to the teammates that you will never walk alone regardless of winning or losing, and they are also working together to pray for God.
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, more solemn and tense.
"Huh, let us appreciate the final performance of Songda or Imperial Capital in this national competition." The host Liu Chang sighed.
At this moment, on the arena, Yan Zuke has stood opposite Jiang Kongchan, lowered his center of gravity, and set his posture.
Jiang Kongchan took the last time to vomit, his face was slightly pale, and his lips were faintly blue. Obviously, the previous hard work and the use of "Pest" force put her under pressure.
The referee glanced at the girls on both sides, raised his right hand, and shouted all over the venue:
"Go!"
The fourth game begins!
The last game of Songda or Imperial Capital begins!
Jiang Kong Chan's center of gravity swings forward, swooping towards Yan Zuke, with light footwork and wind walking.
She must take the initiative to attack, chase the opponent with wind steps, find a gap and use "tornado" and other martial arts to complete the suppression, creating an opportunity for the enemy to harden her "weakness", and she can also carry out a "return" "Strong hold" is reserved for accidents.
Yan Zheke didn't stay in the same place stupidly, retreated to the side and back as light as an antelope, and then drew an arc around it, trying to walk and fight.
One chasing and one avoiding, the two figures seemed to be dancing on the ring. Gradually, Jiang Kongchan, who had the upper hand in any aspect, changed directions one after another with the center of gravity like mercury, reducing the distance bit by bit.
Finally, after turning her ghostly figure, she locked Yan Zheke and deceived her opponent. The muscles of her right leg were stretched and she was about to sweep out.
At this moment, the beautiful girl's figure reflected in her clear eyes raised her hands and formed a seal that she was very familiar with!
Not good! Jiang Kong Cicada’s pupils shrank rapidly, and a deep but sweet voice was already heard in his ears:
"Bing!"
Lin Que was taught the "Xing" word jue, so why didn't Yan Zike practice the nine-character jue?
She not only practiced the word "xing", but also the word "zhe" and "bing"!
Furthermore, Lou became a master for his girlfriend as soon as possible, and he specially asked Master to borrow the original rubbings of "Bing" and "zhe" ~ IndoMTL.com~ I didn't use my own fake and shoddy imitations!
In order to create the best effect, Yan Zheke, who didn't play much in the previous game, took the risk and waited until Jiang Kongchan was close before using it. Otherwise, if she used her will and spirit, the powerful enemy would soon recover. There is no chance to attack!
"Bing!"
The cold and sharp thoughts invaded, Jiang Kongchan seemed to be pointed at a steel knife by a long sword, his mind nearly collapsed, and he wanted to shout for mercy.
Now!
Yan Zheke imagined a meteor that pierced the sky in his mind, his temple suddenly bulged, his right arm swayed quickly, and his fist blasted out.
Dobu, "Meteor Power"!
Yes, I can't achieve the Dan realm, but I can do the best in other positions. My brother can practice "Meteor Power" before the Dan realm, so can I!
For so many months, I have not wasted time!
Slap!
A punch came out, and the wind was overflowing.
Jiang Kongchan was conscious of stress, hurriedly raised his arms, barely blocked, and then wanted to "return his strength" to resolve all accidents.
Boom!
She seemed to be blasted head-on by the impact of the bomb, and the residual shock in her body was agitated, and her qi and blood rolled, her mind buzzed, and her shrinking thoughts were interrupted.
Yan Zheke shook his left arm, flicked out, and stopped in front of Jiang Kongchan's throat.
The referee opened his mouth slightly, then raised his right hand and said loudly:
"In the fourth round, Yan Zheke won!"
"The final result, Songda Budosha wins!"
Yan Zheke breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. If this set of "strokes" cannot be won, he will probably not be able to win today!
After relief, there was ecstasy. She returned to her body and waved her fists at the teammates who hadn't reacted yet:
Win!
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