Martial Arts Master

Lou Chengding’s small hotel near the train station was rebuilt from a formal guest house. It operates like a youth hostel. The price can be negotiated based on the bed instead of the room, which is much cheaper. It is suitable for a student like him who must save money.

Of course, this small hotel is a bit more upscale than a youth hostel. According to online reviews, it is quieter and more formal, not that complicated.

After spending ten minutes jogging to the hotel, Lou Cheng registered his ID card and entered the room under the guidance of the waiter. This is a standard room with two beds. The sound of the door opening woke me up.

Lou Cheng frowned, but when he thought of a small hotel that only cost a few dozen dollars, he stretched it out again, you get what you pay for, you can't expect too much.

After the waiter left, he locked his backpack and valuables in the locker on his bed, went into the bathroom lightly, brushed his teeth, took a bath and squatted in the pit. After finishing all this, he took off his coat and jeans and lay down on the bed.

The bed wasn't too soft, but it was much better than a train seat. It soothed Lou Cheng's body from every point of contact, letting his emotions drift away slowly.

Strange city, strange place, strange bed, everything is so strange, as if there is no intersection with the past life.

Snoring fluctuates, the wind howls outside the window, and the sound of the engine roaring can be heard from time to time. Lou Cheng is a little cramped, and has a sense of solitude and independence. It seems that he is the only one in the world who is still awake, enjoying the tranquility and strangeness of the night. fresh.

Withdrawing his thoughts, he told himself to fall asleep as soon as possible, there will be a game tomorrow, and he must maintain the best mental state.

He sent a message to Yan Zheke, saying that he had arrived in Yanling safely, then charged his phone and pressed it under the inner pillow so that it would not be stolen by others. Wanting to be quiet, I let go of my thoughts in the slow rotation of the bright nebula.

Unknowingly fell into a deep sleep, but at half past five, urged by the biological clock, Lou Cheng woke up naturally, did not stay in bed, turned over neatly, and put on a *coat.

After brushing his teeth, washed his face with cold water, and combed his hair, he regained his energy, opened the cabinet, took out his things, rummaged through his backpack, and changed the one inside into a navy blue "Dragon Tiger Club" martial arts uniform. Then, with his luggage on his back, he tiptoed out of the room, went through the formalities under the surprised eyes of the front desk on duty, and walked out the door.

It was still dark at 5 o'clock in the morning in winter. The stalls were not open earlier, and there were only a few cleaners sweeping the snow nearby. Fortunately, it was a big city, and there were street lights everywhere, illuminating people's future in the biting cold wind.

Taking out his mobile phone, opening the map, and searching for the route to the competition venue and current location, Lou Cheng muttered:

"It's only in the early 20 kilometers. Isn't it very far away? Why don't you just run over there, just as a morning exercise to warm up for the competition."

Over twenty kilometers? Not very far? The cleaning worker next to him raised his head and looked at Lou Cheng blankly, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

Even if you take a taxi, it's not close, is it?

After exercising his muscles and bones, Lou Cheng started running with his backpack on his back. He ran against the cold wind and the darkness until the morning sun shone, the sun rose, and the number of vehicles on the street gradually increased.

Before seven o'clock, he arrived at the competition venue - Yanling City Martial Arts Hall. He stood nearby, practiced his style of play, and completed his warm-up. Then he found an early breakfast shop and ate five large bowls in one go. I drank a cup of soy milk contentedly.

At this time, the phone's Didi rang, and Yan Zheke replied: "Lazy Chengzi, get up quickly! Be careful of being late for the game!"

Unfamiliar place, familiar chat, Lou Cheng unconsciously smiled: "He's so handsome! I'm already near the competition venue."

"You worked really hard for the competition, and you didn't go to sleep so late last night." Yan Zheke sent a "touching head" emoji, "Are you in good spirits? If your appearance time is in the afternoon, you can find a place to sleep first .”

"Nervous and excited, and in good spirits." Lou Cheng described his state truthfully, and sent a silly smile.

Yan Zheke didn't bring up the topic of making Lou Cheng behave well, and kept talking until she arrived at the airport, boarded the plane, and turned off the communication tool.

Lou Cheng put away his mobile phone, carried his backpack, and came to the reception of the main committee of the competition. After queuing for a few minutes, he handed the invitation letter to the reception girl.

The delicate girl wearing light-colored glasses flipped through the invitation letter, entered the number into the computer, and compared the information.

"Please give me your ID card for verification." She looked at Lou Cheng curiously.

No rank, full of student taste, how did he get the invitation letter?

Lou Cheng took out his ID card and handed it over. The reception girl checked it carefully several times before returning it. She also gave a black round card, half the size of a palm, with a phoenix embossed on it, and the number "656" written on it.

"Here is your number and proof of appearance. After entering the venue, first go to each big screen to look at the match list, find out your opponent, the arena and the number of matches, and go to the side in advance to wait. If you want your opponent's more For detailed information, you can go to the service desk to ask for it." Qingxiu girl said it seriously and responsibly.

"Excuse me." Lou Cheng smiled and thanked, "Excuse me, I have another question, is there a place to store my luggage?"

"Yes, go to the service desk." The reception girl showed a standard smile.

The Yanling City Martial Arts Hall is bigger than Lou Cheng imagined. There are at least 20,000 to 30,000 audience seats. In addition to the huge arena in the center of the venue, there are nine simple arenas separated by white lines in the surrounding practice field. In the first few rounds, there are many fighters. At that time, the ten arenas will compete at the same time, one after another, and the most watched part will be arranged in the central arena.

When it came to the group stage, the simple arena was removed, and only the central arena was used for competition.

There are many large screens in the stadium, which are used by distant audiences or to replay exciting moments. At this time, the page is turning to display the match list. Lou Cheng leans in front of one of them, looking for his name according to the number.

After turning a few pages on the screen, he finally saw himself:

"The seventh arena, the fifth match, 'No. 656' Lou Cheng, 18 years old, no rank, 'No. 237' Liu Yinglong, 22 years old, amateur fourth rank."

Damn, I ran into a fourth-rank amateur expert right away... Lou Cheng felt wronged for a while, although it was much better than directly encountering a professional ninth-rank or even eighth-rank expert, but for him, this was already a sign , against the amateur 7th, 8th and 9th grade, I am quite confident.

Do you really want to take a round trip and change your ticket to go home today?

Forget it, just increase the actual combat experience!

In front of another screen, several men were also looking at the match list.

"Eighteen years old, rankless, senior brother, you are really lucky." A bearded man wrapped in a dark down jacket smiled at the leader.

The leader is a young man of average height, with bushy but messy eyebrows, and acne scars on his forehead. The most striking thing about him is his arms, which are much longer than normal people, almost reaching the knees, quite exaggerated.

Facing the cheers from his juniors and juniors, Liu Yinglong calmly shook his head: "It's not worth being happy for now."

"Why not be happy? Eldest brother, this is the best opponent, right? Eighteen years old, no rank!" A girl in a martial arts uniform asked doubtfully.

Liu Yinglong took a deep breath: "There is also a kind of people who are eighteen years old and have no grades. Those direct disciples of the Great Martial Arts Association don't bother to participate in amateur competitions. They just wait to become a teacher once and become a professional."

"That's right." The original mustache showed a bit of worry, "Brother, let's go and ask for detailed information."

The ten arenas are competing at the same time. Naturally, it is impossible for the audience to enjoy them all. They will make corresponding choices, and the selection criteria is to look at the match list, and determine whether they are interested or not according to the situation of the opponents, whether the time is suitable, etc. After having a general goal, they will go to the service desk to ask for the detailed information of the players, and make the final selection. As for those warriors and competitions that are highly valued, the service desk will also recommend them to the audience.

Lou Cheng was carrying a big bag, and stood in front of one of the service desks. While waiting, he took out his mobile phone and opened the webpage, wondering how the lottery of "Road to the Ring" and "One Punch Invincible" was going.

In the Dragon Tiger Club forum, the live post of the "Phoenix Cup Xiaowusheng Competition" has been set up, and "Road to the Arena" said with a funny expression: "I'm lucky, I got the amateur seventh-rank guy. Goddess of Luck has favored the game, and the small punches are not bad, but the opponent is amateur fifth grade, and the gap between him and him is quite obvious."

"Then you guys have to win glory for the forum, if you don't make it to the group stage, you can bring your younger brother to see you!" "Yiguanchunaijun Okamoto" replied below.

Female IDs such as "Everything is Beautiful in the World" also cheered one after another, and asked for "Road to the Ring" and "One Punch Invincible" to burst into photos.

"Bao Zhao when we win this match!" "Road to the Ring" replied somewhat complacently.

Lou Cheng bared his teeth, quite envious of their luck.

After waiting in front of the service desk, he asked for the information of his opponent and himself, stored his backpack, and walked towards the seventh ring while watching.

"Liu Yinglong, male, twenty-two years old, the first disciple of the White Ape Martial Art Museum in Yanling City, he only started practicing martial arts at the age of twenty, and he is already a fourth rank amateur, good at arm punching..." The more Lou Cheng looked at it, the more guilty he felt.

On the other side, Liu Yinglong also got the information, glanced at it, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I haven't encountered that kind of monster. I'm just a rookie who came to gain practical combat experience. I'm probably preparing for the final competition in the next year."

The mustache in the dark down jacket took a look: "Students from Songda University? How did you come so far to compete?"

"Maybe my home is nearby." Liu Yinglong said indifferently, "Your opponents are relatively strong, so you have to cheer up and deal with it carefully."

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When Lou Cheng found the seventh arena, the competition was about to start. The two warriors from the first round stepped onto the arena, and the audience was sparse, dotted with seats, and most of their eyes were on the central arena.

"Watching the game at such a close distance can also gain something..." He comforted himself.

At exactly nine o'clock, a bell rang, and the "Phoenix Cup Xiaowusheng Competition" officially started!