336: Fire and Thunder

Chapter 336: Fire and Thunder

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Was it about to start at last?

To prepare for this moment, he had been waiting for more than four months and even given up the raking race!

Stretching out his hand to grasp Yan Zheke's, Lou Cheng suddenly stood up, turning his gaze to the brilliant road and the ring above.

When the audience around them realized that, they let out a satisfying sigh. Admiring the "king" in the Flying Bird Stadium easily beating his opponents, they shouted in unison, and sincerely called:

"NO.1!"

The first person of the University martial arts circle!

Hearing their praise, Mu Jinnian could not help stomping while painfully looking at Lin Que and biting his lip.

She was just so pissed off!

Bully, our Lin Que just finished a play!

On the live website interface, there was a fierce quarrel in the barrage:

"Only three strokes?"

"Le Zai was defeated just after warming up."

"Lin Que is just so-so, and is not qualified to be called another candidate for the most talented warrior."

"Peng Le Yun is really a real gifted touchstone!"

"What about three strokes? Lin Que just defeated Fang Zhirong, and consumed a lot of strength, he also remained the 'dark toxic' impact, and was nearly two ranks lower than Pen Le Yun, losing after three strokes doesn't explain anything! "

"Fool! He has said as much himself, he is always two ranks lower than Pen Le Yun. Is he still a candidate for the world Tianjiao?

"Yes! Lin Que is a year younger and a grade lower than Peng Leyun, stronger when he is not normal? He will catch up sooner or later!"

"Catch up? Can he gain two ranks in a year? Can he have a strong six-rank standard this time next year? I think it'd be hard, no, it's almost hopeless!"

...

There were a lot of spectators who supported Peng Leyun, and there were quite a few who supported Lin Que. The young warriors who were competitive, handsome, cold, and elegant were always popular. Both sides quarreled so fiercely that the barrage almost covered up their upper images.

"Zhang predecessor, what do you think, is the space between Lin Que and Peng Leyun really that big?" The host threw the question to the explaining guests the moment Lou Cheng came on stage.

Zhang He laughed: "The gap is certainly there, Peng Le Yun is ahead a year; if Lin Que catches up with him, then he will not be called the world TianJiao. As to how large the gap is, it will have to wait for Lin Que to play with Peng Le Yun in good condition. As for this round, if Lin Que didn't burn the boat, he won't lose within strokes.

"Are you saying that selecting Lin Que is a mistake? Is it too unnerving and risky?" The host asked sharply.

Zhang He shook his head: "It's hard to say, I tend to believe that the 'dark poison's' impact on Lin Que is significant, his consumption is great, his physical strength has declined severely, and his ability to resist is weakening; if using other methods, he may not last long. This would not be as good as venturing to fight to see if he can find a chance to give Peng Leyun a set of strokes. Even if he can not win, he can tire his opponents; who knows, Peng Le Yun's "Absolute Reaction" is more powerful by having a sense of malice induction to the body, which is just right to make the best response; and so with only three strokes, he defeated Lin Que.

"From what you're saying, I think Peng Le Yun is really too strong to have allies. I'm afraid Lou Cheng is also in danger, as far as six ranks away from inhuman physical strength, for right now the fight can really only be called a warm-up." The host sighed with emotion.

At this time, Lou Cheng slapped Yan Zheke, then turned his body, waving his fist to Li Mao and the others

"Come on!" Tsai Tsung Ming others responded.

Without further delay, Lou Cheng left his seat to head for the ring.

Just then, Yan Zheke bit her lip slightly, and suddenly shouted deeply:

"Cheng... "

"Ah?" Lou Cheng looked to his girlfriend confusedly.

Yan Zheke's eyes looked bright and firm, made a slight lunge, she took the initiative to hold Lou Cheng's fingers; pouting, she then mustered the courage to speak:

"D-Darling, go for it!"

In public, while surrounded by hordes of spectators, both behind and beside them were the eyes and ears of Martial Arts Club teammates, the beautiful Yan Zheke flushed but still finished her sentence unshaken.

As for whether she would be ridiculed or not, whether she would be photographed on television or not, whether there would be any other influence or not? She did not want to think about it and did not care about it.

At this time, the most important action was to support and encourage Cheng!

First, Lou Cheng was surprised, he then smiled and nabbed her soft hand; he nodded warmly and heavily.

He did not say anything more, he turned his body, and walked toward the ring; his thumb rubbed the ring under his other palm.

"I'll go all out!"

Halfway up, he saw Lin Que heading toward him gasping as if having breathing difficulty.

Lin Que stopped, eyes revealing the kind of painful unwillingness in Lou Cheng's perspective.

Even if he lost to powerful Peng Leyun, even if Fang Zhirong was defeated, he still thought he had not done well enough and should be better.

A painful mood rolled in and burned Chang Youshen's eyes, just as Lou Cheng thought his brother-in-law would say the two words "I'm sorry" as like when they fought at Wensheng School, Lin Que reached out and touched him with his fist, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Come on, Lou Cheng!

Come on! Take my pain with everyone's hope. Come on!

Do not be affected by my emotions...

Come on... Lou Cheng breathed out the dirty air, passed over Lin Que, approached the stone steps, step by step his body was adjusting, the strength was condensing, the fighting atmosphere was pushing up.

For more than four months, he did not go all out to fight and was somewhat unsuited to the feeling of extremely bursting out.

Pops! The crispy sound emanated from his body sounded like machines that were unused for a long time removing rust, smearing lubrication, debugging precision.

When he entered the ring and stood opposite of Peng Le Yun, his whole person became vigorous, sharp as soldiers front, the slightest leisure and unfamiliarity was no longer able to be seen.

Staring at Peng Yueyun's smiling eyes, watching his leisurely Fighting stance, Lou Cheng also poised his stance, left-hand low, right-hand high, and meditated a sentence in his heart:

Let's fight! let's burn with passion!

The referee raised his right hand and was about to put it down,

…

"Magic Vatican" was in front of the computer screen and unconsciously tightened two braids, forgot about the snacks beside her, refused to post in the forum, focused her eyes, and solidified her tension.

"It's time to get started! The fighting had been anticipated for more than four months!" The "Unparalleled Dragon King" made a toast emoji in the live poster of Lou Cheng's Fans Forum.

…

"Elder sister, it's about to start!"

"Coincidently, Boss."

"Sister, you finally arrived!"

In the office of the martial arts club at Imperial College, a group of people glanced at the screens, and in the meantime, looked out to the gate, and cried in a half-cheering and half-joking way.

Shen You took a breath, and said to the girl beside her with a smile: "Do not deal with them, go in quickly, Peng Le Yun and Lou Cheng are about to fight."

The young girl was medium sized, had shoulder-length straight hair, a very tall nose, and big eyes like a real doll; she seemed no danger at all, but who could've imagined, she was Ren Li of KongDong enjoying equal popularity with Peng Leyun.

"For the ridicule of the players", she said shyly while entering the door:

"Lost again, leaving everyone waiting."

"Haha, Xiao Li ~ I think I'm a road nerd, no, I'm not a road nerd, my getting lost is due to your infection." Another main force of the Imperial College Chen Diguo spread his hands and laughed.

The cute girl, Jiang Kongchan, laughed: "School sister, school sister, I think you have the potential to act as a heroine! If someday you go into a wrong room of the hotel, the house of the overbearing President, a romantic story will begin! "

Ren Li sat down on a chair and calmly replied: "Overbearing president? Punch it just one fist, and if not, then two fists."

When as she spoke, she looked at the live screen and saw the referee's right hand waved down.

…

Above the stands, Yan Xiaoling held her breath, she forgot everything; to take out the banner she brought, blow her small horn, and even shout and cheer.

In the home team seats, Fang Zhirong covered his head with a white towel and did not watch the game, Xu Wannian changed his cross-legged posture, subconsciously started praying.

Peng brother, do not leave that monster to me!

In the visiting team seats, Yan Zheke, Lin Hua, and the others all stood, nervously watching the arena. No one sitting, no one speaking, except comrade Shi Jianguo, after all, he was experienced and knowledgeable.

…

"Begin now!"

The referee finally waved his right hand!

With the sound was still in his ears, Lou Cheng felt the vibration of the earth, at almost the same time, he saw Peng Leyun had appeared in front of him with his clothes clinging to his body.

"Flash hit" style, well-deserved reputation!

Only when encountering the situation face to face, can one understand the meaning of not knowing what to do!

But Lou Cheng remained calm, adjusted his muscles, and visualized the mighty demon with the beast head and a human body riding on the red dragon to suppress the tyranny of the body's flame!

He leaned forward, with his left-hand drooping, his wrist flicking, with a flick forward he threw a crimson flame that swam against the ground and contained a smell of danger.

Ice Sect, the revision of the twenty-sixth type "ice burning", "fire burning"!

Flames affixed to the ground, and quickly rushed toward the lunging Peng Leyun, once it makes contact, it will immediately blast up, gush up, and combust everything in sight.

Just then, Peng Yueyun stopped cold, his muscle fascia bulging, the high-speed friction of the air created a loud burst.

bang!

There seemed to be contained thunder, gusts of wind wantonly swept around Peng Le Yun and suddenly stoked the flame, triggering it prematurely.

Shang Qing Move! Tread Dubhe and Alkaid!

Peng Leyun had practiced this footwork to the realm of "Lei Gang go hand in hand," Lei at every step, Gang at each transition, he seemed to be able to communicate with God, call up God!

Boom!

The flames thrown out by Lou Cheng burst and sprang up just half a foot from Peng Leyun, shining and flickering his face.

Of course, Lou Cheng did not think one strike would be able to hurt the world Tianjiao, "fire burning" was just thrown out, the body had followed up, the Brutal Blizzard did not stop, not even to rest!

Just this brief fight, had stunned the audience in front of the computer screen, an idea naturally ran out of their hearts:

It was a small taste of outside Gang fighting, and it seemed like watching a showdown between the "Dragon King" and the "Warrior Sage"!

Fire and thunder, passion and fierce!