rush to score

Luo Mao's game style also tends to be aggressive. Compared with Liang Xi's speed to win, his advantage lies in strength. Every time he hits, Liang Xi needs to try his best to stabilize his wrist so as not to let the tip of the sword flutter. The injury has not healed yet, and it is obviously not a suitable time to play against a strong player like Luo Mao.

Fortunately, the purpose of the two people's competition this time is just to learn from each other, and Luo Mao's subordinates are also very measured, and there will be no tragic situation like playing against "Tarzan" in the underground field.

Liang Xi watched Luo Mao's game video, and thought that he was not inferior to him technically. However, when he actually met him, he realized that the physical advantage was definitely an insurmountable gap in the game-simple technical moves were defeated by Luo Mao. All of them are potentially threatening.

In the first few strikes, both of them played relatively conservatively. First, they didn't want to consume their energy too early, and second, they wanted to adapt to the opponent's rhythm.

On the sofa, Peng Jianxiu leaned back and watched seriously. Next to him was Xu Gaoyi. Both of them were observing Liang Xi's movements - Luo Mao and the others were already familiar with each other. Today's main purpose was to test Liang Xi's level.

With the first strike, Liang Xi took advantage of Luo Mao's carelessness to make a false move, and seized the right moment to score.

With a single lamp, Luo Mao's defense was not timely enough.

The baby-faced Lv Simiao quickly made a verdict: "Single-light score, 1:0, both sides return to the starting line to prepare."

Liang Xi heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he had won the first sword, but he did not lose in terms of momentum.

However, in the next few sword strikes, Luo Mao seemed to have adapted to Liang Xi's rhythm, hitting Liang Xi's sword accurately and sharply, as if telling Liang Xi not to get complacent too early.

Indeed, if the official player of the national team were to be defeated by him so easily, the match would be worthless.

As the rhythm of the two began to pick up, the atmosphere of the game became more and more tense.

Liang Xi had to keep his concentration high and not miss any subtle movements of his opponent, so as to be able to catch Luo Mao's rhythm.However, he always felt restless, afraid that Lu Mingchuan would see his mistakes.

The direct result of this fear was nervousness, his rhythm was disrupted by Luo Mao, and the other party got the initiative, and became more comfortable, pushing Liang Xi into the yellow warning zone time and time again.

"This kid didn't let go." Peng Jianxiu saw the dignified atmosphere on the kendo, and stopped smiling. He looked at the changes on the field quite seriously, "He is very nervous."

Xu Gaoyi had bumped into Liang Xi before, so he could naturally see Liang Xi's cramped movements. However, logically speaking, if Liang Xi felt nervous because he was playing against the national team players, why did he play against him earlier? Didn't you?

He has watched Liang Xi's game video tapes. His game style has always been very calm. Although he is also an offensive player, he is very different from Luo Mao's fierce type. If I have to say it, he is like a A leopard that is ready to ambush at any time, waits for an opportunity, and then relies on its agility to win.

Isn't there an old saying?

UI.

Liang Xi is good at using his speed to win the game, but now, Luo Mao has repeatedly forced him into the warning zone, and he has to make shots and lose points. His footsteps still haven't reached the normal level.

How to do……

At this moment, the only thought that filled Liang Xi's mind was this sentence. Luo Mao had already used his old tricks to force him again, and he had to retreat with the opponent's rhythm, and then he was about to be forced into the warning zone again.

The few strikes just now have come and gone, but in general, the rhythm is all on Luo Mao's side.

The score on the spot had become 7:3, Luo Mao led by four points, and if Liang Xi continued to be beaten by him like this, the gap would increase and he would end up in a disastrous defeat.

Liang Xi knew that this was not his normal level, however, since his first mistake, his mistakes became one after another.

He couldn't help but think, what would he think if Lu Mingchuan saw such a low-level mistake of his... Did he see it?Would Lu Mingchuan think that he didn't practice his sword well in Country A?He must be very disappointed. He once said so confidently that he would surpass him in the future, but now even this... "Pause."

There was a sudden sound, echoing in the quiet underground wine cellar.

Lu Simiao, who was in charge of the referee, turned around in surprise and looked at the source of the voice: "Brother Chuanzi?"

He turned his head and looked at the field suspiciously. Liang Xi and Luo Mao were also stunned because of Lu Mingchuan's sudden sound. The two of them still kept their movements for a second, and it seemed that neither of them was going to call a timeout.

There has never been a precedent for a spectator to call a timeout.

However, this is not a regular game after all, Lu Mingchuan called a timeout, and everyone stopped.

The "culprit" who called a timeout seemed to have no self-knowledge, stood up from the sofa, and said calmly, "I called him." He raised his chin in Liang Xi's direction, frowned, what? The rest is not explained.

Everyone present was in a cloud of fog, only Liang Xi felt his heartbeat stagnate.

Sure enough, Lu Mingchuan still noticed it.

It took only a few seconds for that person to walk towards him, but to Liang Xi, it was a blank space.He remembered the quarrel between the two after the Youth Championship four years ago. When he was pushed to the ground by Lu Mingchuan, the incandescent lamp above his head was so similar to the blank space now.

What did Lu Mingchuan say at that time?

He said that you still think about these messy things on the field, you really don't deserve to win, every year.

Liang Xi thought that he had grown up, and when he met Lu Mingchuan again, he would be able to face the game calmly like him, and he would be able to only think about winning or losing when he was on the field, and not be distracted by other things.

However, his self-righteous "concentration" was still defeated in front of Lu Mingchuan.

He did it wrong.

one more time.

Just when he thought that Lu Mingchuan was coming to scold him, the man just put his hand on his shoulder, tapped his fingertips twice, and asked him: "Does your shoulder still hurt?" His voice was not too loud, But enough to be heard by those around.

"Ah?" Babyface was the first to speak out, and he said in surprise, "Liang Xi, are you injured? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Peng Jianxiu's eyes also moved over: "Is it serious? Hey, why didn't you tell me in advance, kid? If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have asked you to fight today."

Liang Xi was taken aback by Lu Mingchuan's words.

He asked this question vaguely. He neither disclosed the severity of the injury nor mentioned the cause of the injury. He just told other people present that Liang Xi's sword-wielding hand had a shoulder injury.

This seemed to be a step down for his poor technical moves, and at the same time, it made Peng Jianxiu realize that this level was far below what Liang Xi could achieve.

Liang Xi lowered his head, let out a long sigh of relief, and turned to face the people around him: "...It's okay, it's just a small injury, and it will be healed soon."

Hearing what he meant, Peng Jianxiu sat back on the sofa with peace of mind, and added: "Don't be brave, stop if you feel uncomfortable." He still wanted to see what Liang Xi could do. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to watch his performance alone again.

This is quite important to Peng Jianxiu, after all, it is related to the number of places he is going to accept...

Lu Mingchuan gave a "hmm", and then said, "I'll go up to get some air first, you guys go ahead." After that, he walked away without looking at Liang Xi again.

gone.

Liang Xi didn't know whether the stone in his heart was gone or not, but the only thing that was certain was that Lu Mingchuan left his sight, which really gave Liang Xi a sense of physical relaxation—he could finally concentrate on facing Luo Mao. the match of.

As for Lu Mingchuan... then wait until the game is over before thinking about it.

Next, Liang Xi seemed to have suddenly found the rhythm of the attack. Taking advantage of the opponent's inattention, he regained the initiative from the suppression, and then quickly made a move to complete Liang Xi's own attack.

Although Luo Mao tends to attack, his speed is not as good as Liang Xi's. As long as Liang Xi controls the rhythm in his hands, Luo Mao will be powerless even if he has great strength, so he can only passively wait for the opportunity to defend and fight back.

However, his defense has always been talked about by the fencing world... not very stable, sometimes the defense he made was very beautiful, and sometimes his mistakes were so obvious that amateur players couldn't bear to look directly at them.

Every time Liang Xi gets the rhythm, he can always hit one of the three offenses.

The score at the scene quickly changed to 13:13, eight and a half minutes had passed, and the time limit would be reached in half a minute, and the game would end regardless of whether the fifteen swords were played or not.

By this time, both sides were already very exhausted, especially Liang Xi, whose physical strength had always been his shortcoming. Liang Xi could clearly feel his physical strength slipping away like water seeping, like a sponge that was squeezed and pinched again. It is difficult to squeeze out the strength to complete a quick attack.

However, this kind of hearty feeling was something he hadn't experienced for a long time. Competing against a comparable opponent even gave him the idea of ​​wishing that the game would never end.

Obviously, this is impossible.

Following Lu Simiao's order, the seconds on the timer began to move, 24 seconds, 23 seconds, 22 seconds... 13 seconds, 12 seconds.

suddenly!At the moment when the two sides were stalemate, Luo Mao made an astonishing move!

He gave up all the movements in his hands, made a cross step and sprinted towards Liang Xi quickly. Liang Xi widened his eyes and subconsciously retreated to defend. !

At this time, there is almost no time left for the players to consider their actions. Whoever can stab first at this time may increase their chances a little.

Luo Mao's first sprint was blocked by Liang Xi, and he reacted quickly, blocked Liang Xi and then stabbed him in the stomach. Stab a sword towards Luo Mao's waist.

"drop--"

The referee device lights up the colored lights at the same time.

Lu Simiao was dumbfounded, and was stunned for a long time, not knowing how to judge.

To be honest, that's why he didn't want to be a referee for two people!Because the referee will always encounter this kind of extremely fast confrontation, and the two people are very close to each other. From his perspective, it is difficult to see who is the one who has the initiative in the end.

During the official game, there will be Hawkeye watching back, but this is just a practice, there is no slow playback at all.

"Coach..." Relying on his baby face, he turned around aggrievedly and looked at Peng Jianxiu, "I didn't see clearly." He admitted it honestly.

However, Peng Jianxiu looked like "I'm standing still", smiled, and raised his hand to dismiss Lu Simiao's request for help: "You are the referee, and whatever you decide is the final score, decide it yourself." He shouted Dropped the last bit of red wine left in the glass.