Martial Arts Master - Chapter 432

[Chapter 182 The Last Game]

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While Chen Sansheng sighed, He Xiaowei on Weibo had already posted:

“I’ll say it, I’ll say it! Songda’s bench is too weak, what can I use to fight the imperial capital? Horses stumble, people stumble, I occasionally make mistakes a few times, and you chase after me and shout poisonous milk, now it’s time to Believe me, I’m actually pretty reliable, right?”

“Occasionally…” Someone in the front row “smiled through tears”.

Below him is a series of similar messages:

“It’s over, I’ll go to the rooftop after smoking this cigarette…”

“Come along!”

“Wait for me, it’s not lonely to have a companion on the road!”

…

“Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng”, who was silent for a while, also updated his Weibo at this time:

“Everyone has good and bad times, and martial artists are no exception. There are indeed some problems with Ren Li’s performance today, but the final result will not change.”

The implication is that Ren Li, who is not in good condition, does not mean that Lou Chengcheng can be equal to the opponent.

As for whether Ren Li’s state is good or bad, some have said, who wouldn’t be picky?

If someone is serious, they can use the final result to fight back!

No one under this Weibo called him shameless for the time being, because Yan Xiaoling and others were 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 circles”.

“I, I, I, I don’t know…” “The long night is coming”, “I burst into tears”, “I want to make a wish! If I can win the imperial capital today, I will insist on getting up a month earlier!”

“Hey, did you run away from your morning class?” asked the “Unparalleled Dragon King” in surprise.

Yan Xiaoling said with the expression of “exhaustion in her smile”: “We choose courses by ourselves, thank you! Except for martial arts class, the first class in the morning was transferred to the afternoon or evening by me! However, this is not the point! The point is You have to follow me to make a wish and pray to win the imperial capital!”

“Why? It’s normal to lose to the imperial capital. It’s common sense to win or lose in similar situations.” “Road to the Ring” interjected.

As a martial artist who practiced the “Howling Eight Shapes”, he always thought that he was half a disciple of the outer sect of Kongtong Courtyard. When watching today’s game, it was self-evident which side he supported.

“No! I don’t remember who said something to me, that is, if a warrior is calm about failure and doesn’t feel pain, then he is already numb to winning and losing, and no longer has a strong mind.” Muyu” said, “As a fan, as a supporter, you have to do the same, if you don’t feel sad about them losing the game, it means you don’t have enough love!”

“Clap clap, clap clap, that’s really good!” Whenever this happens, Yan Xiaoling is always at a loss for words, “Come on, line up and make a wish one by one!”

“If Song Da can win tonight, I’ll go to the bathroom and run naked for two more laps!” “Good names have been bitten by dogs” said.

“Bull Demon King” said funny: “If Song Da can win tonight, I will reboot for a week!”

“I quit barbecue for half a month!” “The Dragon King of the World” joined in the fun.

Seeing that everyone was actively making wishes, Yan Xiaoling breathed a sigh of relief and @tweeted “a lot of little highs”:

“Box Box, no, the cat reporter in front, are you nervous? Is there any inside story to explode?”

“Many little highs” didn’t reply to her in time, because the atmosphere at the seats of Songda Martial Arts Club was dignified, and everyone forgot to play with their mobile phones.

Lou Cheng followed Yan Zheke to stand up and smiled deliberately:

“What kind of fuel is needed? I’m sure I can do it, even if it’s a Hawaiian rock hula!”

He tried to help his girlfriend relieve the tension and reduce the pressure in this way of gag.

Yan Zheke gave a nasal laugh, took a breath, and encouraged herself to relieve herself:

“If I win, you have to massage me until I fall asleep tonight, don’t move your feet, don’t take advantage!”

“Okay, no problem, come on! Seize the opportunity, there is hope to win!” Lou Cheng replied without hesitation, reached out and touched the girl, and shook it quietly.

“Yeah!” Yan Zheke nodded vigorously.

She didn’t waste any more time, didn’t give Li Mao, Cai Zongming and the others high fives one by one, she just turned sideways and waved at them.

Stepping away, Yan Zheke walked towards the stone steps facing Lin Que who was returning.

…………

At the seat of the Martial Arts Club of Imperial College, Chen Diguo exhaled like a bellows and sighed:

“It’s not easy!”

If Xiaochan hadn’t developed the strength of the Wenbu Department, she would probably have lost to Lin Que just now, and her best year of college martial arts career would have ended in regret.

so far so good!

“Empty Chan can’t be careless…” Chen Diguo next to Chen Diguo crossed his chest with his arms, standing in front of the position, and muttered to himself a little worriedly.

“Xiaochan has always been very cautious.” Ren Li drank the canned “Jiu’an Soup” that was used to regulate her internal organs, her beautiful eyes looking at the ring intently.

When Chen Diguo heard this, he nodded in agreement: “Yeah, don’t look at Xiaochan who likes to be cute at ordinary times, and occasionally looks dull, but she is very serious and calm in her work. As long as she is not careless, she has a good chance of winning Job Nine.”

“Well, you said Xiaochan stayed.” Ren Li remembered the key point, her eyes did not shift, and she still looked straight ahead.

When Yan Zheke quickly stepped onto the ring, the main force and the substitutes of the Imperial College Martial Arts Club suddenly quieted down, as if they had lost the ability to speak all at once.

This game will decide who stays and who goes, who laughs and who cries!

…………

In the stands, the audience was happy, worried, and emotional. The cheering and cheering had weakened a lot. Ding Yixin, a fan of “Double Materials”, was so nervous that he didn’t dare to look at the arena again. He shrunk his body to Qiu Hailin’s side and buried his mind in hers. shoulders.

“As for it?” Qiu Hailin asked amusingly.

When she was talking, her heart was beating wildly, and she couldn’t tell whether it was her nervous alma mater or her classmates.

“As for! Thinking of the fact that the loser has no choice but to bid farewell to this place, full of regrets, no matter how much effort, sweat, and youth I have put in before, I feel very sad and nervous. Too, this is too cruel and too cruel.” Ding Yixin spoke out.

She is a student of the Chinese Department of Imperial College.

“A heart of Wen Qing…” Du Yiyi said sharply, with a little fear in his eyebrows, as if he couldn’t bear to see the last sadness.

…………

In the live broadcast room, Liu Chang, the host who browsed the stands and the seats of the martial arts club on both sides with the camera, sighed:

“This is the cruelty of the knockout round. There can only be one winner. The losing team must leave and wait for next year to come again, or maybe miss it forever.”

“Maybe I will regret forever.” Chen Sansheng echoed emotionally.

Liu Chang also wanted to weave suspense, and took the initiative to ask:

“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 parties.” Chen Sansheng thought about it and said, “To be honest, Jiang Kongchan’s consumption is not small, ‘Plague Department’ The strength of her also has to be hit to play, and after recklessly fighting Lin Que’s ‘meteor explosion’, there may still be shocks left. If it is Lou Cheng or Lin Que before the Dan realm, against the current her, the chances of winning will not be small. Just like Wei Shengtian and Zhou Zhengquan when they were exhausted and injured, but unfortunately, Yan Zheke is not them before the Dan realm…”

Before he finished speaking, he 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, each with their own substitutes. Holding hands and standing in a row, facing the ring, it is both cheering and looking forward to it. It is not only to show the teammates that you will never walk alone, no matter whether you win or lose, but also to pray to God together.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, more dignified and tense.

“Huh, let’s appreciate the final performance of Songda or Imperial Capital in this national competition.” The host Liu Chang sighed.

At this time, on the ring, Yan Zheke had already stood opposite Jiang Kongchan, lowered his center of gravity, and set up his posture.

Jiang Kongchan seized the last time to breathe, her face was slightly pale, and her lips were dark blue. Obviously, her previous reckless fight and the use of the “Plague Department” force put a lot of pressure on her.

The referee glanced at the girls on both sides, raised his right hand, and shouted over the entire court:

“start!”

The fourth game begins!

The final game of Songda or Imperial City begins!

Jiang Kongchan swayed forward, swept towards Yan Zheke, walking lightly and walking like the wind.

She has to take the initiative to attack, chase the opponent with wind steps, and use martial arts such as “tornado” to complete the suppression when she finds a gap, creating an opportunity for the enemy to have to force her “weakness”, and one more time to “return strength” “Leave it for the unexpected.

Yan Zheke didn’t stay in the same place stupidly, she retreated to the side and back like an antelope, and then drew an arc around it, trying to swim away and fight.

After chasing and dodging, the two figures seemed to dance in the arena. Gradually, Jiang Kongchan, who had the upper hand in every aspect, changed direction one after another with the center of gravity like mercury, shortening the distance bit by bit.

Finally, after her ghostly figure turned, she locked on Yan Zheke and bullied her opponent to the front. Her right leg muscles tightened and she was about to swept out.

At this moment, the figure of the beautiful girl reflected in her clear eyes raised her hands, forming a mark that was very familiar to her!

not good!

Jiang Kongchan’s pupils shrank rapidly, and a low but pleasant voice was heard in his ears:

“Soldiers!”

Lin Que has been taught the “xing” formula, why didn’t Yan Zheke practice the nine-character formula?

She not only practiced “Xing”, but also “Zhe” and “Bing”!

Moreover, Lou became the original rubbing for his girlfriend to master as soon as possible, and specially asked Master to borrow the original rubbings of “Bing” and “Zhe”.

In order to create the best effect, Yan Zheke, who had not played much in the previous game, took the risk and waited until Jiang Kongchan approached to use it. Otherwise, with her will and spirit, if she cast it from a distance, the powerful enemy would recover quickly without taking advantage of the gap. Chance to attack!

“Soldiers!”

The cold and sharp thoughts invaded, Jiang Kongchan seemed to be pointed at by long swords and steel knives, his mind almost collapsed, and he wanted to scream and beg for mercy.

It’s now!

Yan Zheke thought of a meteor that pierced the sky in his mind, his temples swelled suddenly, his right arm swung quickly, and he punched out his fist.

Doube, “Meteor Power”!

Yes, I can’t achieve the Pill Realm, but I can make the others the best in Job Nine. My brother can practice “Meteor Power” before the Pill Realm, so can I!

I haven’t wasted time in so many months!

Snapped!

A fist collapsed, and the wind was overflowing.

Jiang Kongchan was sober with stress, hurriedly put up his arms, barely blocked, and then “returned his strength” to resolve all accidents.

boom!

She seemed to be hit directly by the impact of the bomb, and the residual shock in her body was stimulated, her blood was tumbling, her mind was buzzing, and the thought of shrinking was interrupted.

Yan Zheke’s 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 game, Yan Zheke wins!”

“The final result, Songda Martial Arts Club wins!”

Yan Zheke breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, if he couldn’t win with this “combination move”, he probably wouldn’t win today!

After she was relieved, she was ecstatic. She turned around and waved her fists at her teammates who hadn’t reacted:

Won!

There was silence all around.

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