Martial Arts Master Chapter 91: Bullying the weak

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When the ring was cleaned up, the referee brought Li Mao and Fei Sanli closer, then raised his right hand and announced the start of the game.

It has been several months since Li Mao entered Jing. "Blizzard's Twenty-Four Strikes" is no longer just a matter of fur, but is already well-equipped, so he took the initiative to step forward, trying to attack, and looking for opportunities to start his moves.

At this moment, his body is trembling slightly, and there is still a little nervousness, but this is not a pathological performance that can affect the performance of judgment, but a normal level of mentality of wanting to win and fear of losing, letting hormones secrete, and exciting nerves.

For Li Mao’s opening attack, Fei Sanli had long anticipated, and he did not play a game or avoid the "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes". He lowered his head and bulged his muscles. He turned into a bison and rushed arbitrarily. Greet.

His bald head reflects the light in the room, creating a bit hideous.

When the two were about to collide, Fei Sanli suddenly turned sideways, raised his left arm, swung his elbow, blasted the air, and slammed the opponent's chest.

Li Mao did not rush, visualized the trend of a big avalanche, raised his arms, supported with one hand, and pushed with the other, steadily blocking the enemy’s elbow, and taking advantage of the force, he tightened his back, about to Strike back with a kick.

Fei Sanli is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He keeps up with him. With the help of the collision, he swings his waist violently, and drives his arm to swing sharply, causing his right fist to shoot at the opponent’s face, above the bridge of the target’s nose and below the eyebrow !

Li Mao's spine was straightened, and he brought his strength to make his left arm flick, lift it in front of his face, and hold it firmly.

Boom! The boxing sound made a muffled sound and stirred up the wind.

At this distance, Li Mao's eyes were affected first, and he became virtual subconsciously, so as not to have wind in and irritate his eyes!

This is the effect that Fei Sanli wants to achieve. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's sight being affected, he flicked his forearm with his left elbow as a fulcrum, spread his fingers, and slapped Li Mao's throat fiercely and quickly. .

He used this trick to beat his body, and he could use it at the beginning, but he resisted his temper and waited until the enemy was blown by the wind before hitting his eyes.

Li Mao couldn't observe clearly for a while and lost his grasp of his judgment. It was inevitable that he was a little apprehensive. He didn't dare to feel a hard stand. He pressed his feet, jumped a big step back, and adjusted his muscles quickly, trying to control the center of gravity in the shortest time.

Fei Sanli had this opportunity, how could he let it go, he missed the shot, hurriedly stepped, bullied his opponent not much, then exploded his shoulders, palms into swords, and slashed from both sides.

Li Maogang stood firm, opened his eyes again, and had no time to dodge, so he could only shake his arms, flick them outwards, and hit the enemy's sword.

At the time of the fight, Fei Sanli's palm knife turned and turned into a press. He pulled his back, moved his thigh, and pulled out his left foot, and drew it between the opponent's legs.

Slap! His left leg was tightened into a whip, tearing the airflow all the way, causing Li Maohan to stand up, turning his waist abruptly, and facing the enemy diagonally with his lower body.

Immediately afterwards, he lifted his right leg and slammed the knee.

This series of attacks made him a little rushed and thrilling. Fortunately, he didn't lose his square inch and he couldn't cope with it.

Boom! Amidst the muffled sound, Li Mao borrowed his strength and kicked his right foot. He was about to leaned over and punched, launching a counterattack in a violent storm.

However, Fei Sanli couldn't succeed at first sight, and he had already dodged his mind, and walked around behind him, not giving him a chance to rise.

Seeing this situation, Li Mao calmed down his impetuous feelings, calmed down his emotions, put his position in the right position, and tried different tricks, but at the same time he did not forget to look for opportunities to create a situation suitable for him.

Happiness! Bang bang bang! The two of them fought hand-to-hand from time to time, and sometimes walked apart. Fei Sanli was sleek and smooth, firmly controlling the rhythm, and never let Li Mao's "Twenty-Four Blizzard Strikes" even more than two.

They fought fiercely for several minutes, and they saw the classmates screaming, feeling the thrill of punching, and from time to time they blew small horns and beat inflatable hammers, as if they were here for the holidays.

Li Mao upholds Fei Sanli's idea of ​​playing many nine games and recovering in less than a week. He didn't make rapid progress, played well, waiting for the opportunity to come.

At the height of the battle, he suddenly saw that the bald guy's knees softened and his sliding steps stopped.

Chance!

Li Mao refreshed, took a big step, exerted force under his feet, opened his right arm, and blasted forward a cannon punch that drove his clothes to rattle.

Fei Sanli hurriedly lowered his weight, raised his arms, and hurriedly resisted.

Boom! Li Mao's right fist failed to open the opponent's shelf and bounced back, but he had imagined the scene of the storm full of blizzards in his mind earlier, his posture was slightly changed, his muscles were adjusted, he used his strength to shake out his left arm, and played a big gun. It stabbed at the enemy's throat like that.

Fei Sanli didn't move his eyes, clenched his fist with his other hand, and beat the blow violently.

As soon as the violent snowstorm unfolded, it didn't stop. Li Mao pulled his legs and kicked with howling.

But at this moment, his thighs suddenly became sore, he exerted his strength and almost fell on his own.

With a smile on Fei Sanli's face, he leaned forward, stuck his right hand out, opened his five fingers, and pinched Li Mao's neck.

Huh, who doesn't know that "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" is a test of "lasting"? I let you hit so many times before, just to consume your physical strength, step by step to bring you closer to the limit.

At the end, I deliberately sold another flaw, forcing you to show "Fresh Storm and Snow". At this time, how many tricks can you use in your state?

Hey, if you continue to fight steadily, I will really have a flaw. I don't know who will kill you!

The referee raised his right hand and announced the result:

"Fei Sanlisheng!"

Hearing these words, Fei Sanli retracted his right hand and looked at Li Mao with a happy smile:

"Boy, you are too tender."

Although everyone is a junior, I have already experienced many battles.

Li Mao let out a sigh of relief, a little disappointed and sad, but more of a review, a reflection, without the painful feeling.

How can there be a reason for winning but not losing in martial arts competitions?

Fei Sanli is indeed better than himself.

He turned around and walked towards the stone steps, and the students in the stands shouted for encouragement:

"Come on, Li Mao!"

"You played well!"

They are very sure about the final result, and the short-term defeat did not affect their emotions.

Hearing these voices, Li Mao smiled, raised his hands, applauded and thanked him, without leaving any self-blame or pressure.

At the home team seat, Lou Cheng looked sideways at Yan Zheke, and said with a smile:

"It looks like I have to bully the weak."

Yan Zheke gave him a blank look and hummed:

"If the three tricks are not solved, don't come back~!"

She reached out and slapped Lou Cheng.

"Three tricks? Are you too tolerant of oranges?" Cai Zongming next to him interrupted, "I bet a trick!"

"What are you betting on?" Lou Cheng went to the ring in no hurry, and fisted the players one by one.

Cai Zongming did not hesitate to say: "Bet on my morals! Don't let the water go by yourself!"

"Forget it, what's the point of betting on what you don't have?" Lou Chengli adjusted his cuffs and walked to the stone steps.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, the entire stadium suddenly clamored, Yan Xiaoling standing in the aisle, Zhao Qiang Li Liantong and others in the position raised their double voices and shouted a name:

"Lou Cheng!"

The sound is overwhelming, like welcoming their heroes!

Lou Cheng waved his hand and walked along the road to the front of the stone steps, while Mu Jinnian in the stands stomped his feet, complaining to Coach Shi for not letting Lin Que go.

Standing opposite to Fei Sanli, Lou Cheng looked calm, his eyes clear, and smiled:

"Don't worry, I will try my best."

This is a respect for the martial artist of the game.

Don't worry? I am not at ease at all! Please, don't respect me! Fei Sanli took a breath and saw the referee raise his right hand again, shouting loudly:

"Go!"

He didn't bother to say which round was this, but it was the last round anyway.

Fei Sanli thinks that his stamina is exhausted, and he is not dying to struggle. Anyway, it is not a shame to lose to Lou Cheng. In the heyday, there is a gap of eight streets between himself and the other party, let alone now?

He stepped forward a few steps violently, waved his arms vigorously, and punched vigorously.

Lou Cheng smiled slightly, opened his right hand with five fingers, his palm was weakly gripped, and he grabbed it. As soon as the two touched, he suddenly returned blood, which condensed in his lower abdomen.

Fei Sanli suddenly felt that his fist was plunged into nothingness, soft and weak, and then saw the enemy's arm on the opposite side become swollen, and felt a violent and majestic force surge in madly, as if he had encountered a soaring. The real dragon of heaven

Lou Chengdan was gushing~IndoMTL.com~ With a sharp back swing, his arm flicked, and he threw Fei Sanli out and flew high.

Fei Sanli didn't have the strength to resist, and he entered a state of flying through the clouds and fog. He adjusted his focus and tried to stabilize his body, but he was surprised to find that he hadn't lost his balance at all, he was just flying.

Slap!

He landed on both feet, stood steadily, and saw the edge of the ring, from the outside!

With a flick, I was thrown out of the ring from a position close to the center. I didn't know how many meters he flew, and his center of gravity was stable, without stumbling!

The weight lifting is simply scary!

Looking up in surprise, Fei Sanli looked at Lou Cheng, but the other party had put away the shelf and stood leisurely.

The referee also announced the final result:

"Lou Chengsheng!"

"Matsudai Budosha wins!"

The students were stunned by the scene just now. There was an unscientific feeling. It was not until they heard the referee's voice that they recovered and blew the small horn, creating a warm atmosphere.

When Lou Cheng turned and stepped down, they shouted again:

"Lou Cheng! Lou Cheng!"

"Lin Que! Lin Que!"

"Long big! Loose big!"

Enjoying this atmosphere, Lou Cheng returned to his position and smiled and said to Yan Zheke:

"One trick!"

Yan Zheke snorted, turned his head with a smile, and then looked at the ring again, looking to both sides, thinking of the next division, and the finals in April next year.

At this time, Shu Yu brought the team over and recorded their daily life.

"Lin Que, you rarely play with your mobile phone." She glanced at the expressionless man lowering her head and pressing the screen.

Lin Que glanced at her, did not answer, and continued to bury her head, typing characters in the search box:

"What is the joke between the hunter and the bear..."~~7k~~

(Sikushu)