I'm really not a genius

He dashed upward with an arc drawn under his feet, from left to right, but the speed was not slow.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yunhe had already rushed to Ye Cong two meters before him.

"Snapped!"

A whip kick was pulled out, and the speed was so fast that it directly pulled out the sonic boom.

"Good!" Ye Shaocong couldn't help but cheer.

At the same time, he slapped Xiao Yunhe's leg casually, not fast and not strong, but he just happened to press the side of the opponent's ankle.

Hard work!

Xiao Yunhe felt his right leg numb, and almost instantly lost half of his leg sensation.

He tightened his heart, and immediately retracted the whip leg that he pulled out. Before landing, he directly stirred his whole body strength, and the other leg was volleyed out.

"Snapped!"

But this time it took a moment.

Ye Shaocong just took a step to the front left and easily avoided the attack, and appeared to the right of Xiao Yunhe when his feet were off the ground.

"boom!"

Ye Shaocong seized the opportunity, leaned sideways, and directly pushed Xiao Yunhe a stagger.

——If he cuts the opponent's neck with a knife at this time, the game will be over!

"carry on!"

When Xiao Yunhe tried to stabilize his figure, Ye Shaocong did not go forward to chase, but stood firmly with his back, and said in a leisurely manner: "Let me see how good you are!"

Xiao Yunhe gritted his teeth and attacked again.

At this time, it was only ten seconds before the game started.

...

In the audience, everyone looked at the confrontation between the two with amazement, feeling a little weird.

It's not that I firmly believe that Xiao Yunhe can win.

No matter how strong his own trump card is, it is only strong within the range of 20 years old, but this coach Ye is a guest personally invited by the principal, that must be somewhat capable.

However, the situation on the field was a bit incomprehensible to everyone.

——Ye Shaocong played too lightly.

He strolled in the courtyard under his feet, slapped or pressed with his hands, almost using no force on his body.

While playing, he casually pointed out the opponent's shortcomings.

Looking back at Xiao Yunhe.

He was fierce and swift, and his momentum was heavy, with every move almost dragging out the afterimage.

But either it is empty, or it is subtly resolved by the other party, and it will not work.

Xiao Yunhe felt that his forehead was gradually sweating, and wanted to take off the torn hat.

This kind of game in which simple moves are broken instead of being suppressed, he has never encountered it since he was 15 years old!

Ye Shaocong didn't use any complicated martial arts, nor did he use any high-end force skills, and he didn't use strength to press people.

From beginning to end, he only used one thing skillfully-rhythm!

And this is what Xiao Yunhe lacks most at this stage.

He likes watching martial arts since he was a child, and has always regarded one sentence in it as a standard: martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken.

Therefore, he worked hard to practice pace, fist speed, and sword speed in order to improve his speed.

Then when encountering an enemy, one move is in seconds.

Handsome in uppercase.

However, Xiao Yunhe has gradually encountered a bottleneck after practicing martial arts.

——Fast, in fact, there are limits.

There is no absolute limit, but there is a relative limit.

After training to my current level, and then pursuing an increase in speed, the cost performance is already extremely low.

The tremendous hard work can only reap minimal progress, and the gain is not worth the loss.

However, the fight against Ye Shaocong today made him realize a new truth.

Quickly, not only on the body, but also on the vision.

Xiao Yunhe felt that with Ye Shaocong's vision and skills, even if he was a 10-year-old child, he could tidy himself up.

One force dropped for ten meetings, but only ten meetings.

Can't drop Baihui, Qianhui!

...

At this time, Lu Yao watched the duel between the two intently in the audience, suddenly understanding the rhythm on the battlefield.

It turns out that the principle of fighting is also very simple: to put it bluntly, it is to play neutral.

Attack the opponent without defense.

The principle is the same as shooting prediction!

He involuntarily imitated Ye Shaocong's moves in his hand.

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Chapter 83

The fight between the two lasted about 10 minutes.

It wasn't until Ye Shaocong suddenly accelerated the rhythm, pushed up and down, and easily knocked Xiao Yunhe down, that this unsuspecting guidance battle finally came to an end.

"Do you know what the problem is?" Ye Shaocong patted the ash on his hands, calmly and calmly.

Xiao Yunhe fell to the ground, panting heavily, and said after a long while: "Timing, rhythm."

Ye Shaocong nodded approvingly, and said, "Yes, it's these two points."

Xiao Yunhe got up from the ground and asked, "Coach, how should I practice timing and rhythm?"

Ye Shaocong said: "From the root, it means to fight more and slowly understand."

"With your current strength, it is basically meaningless to fight against your peers. You can try to sign up for the kind of fighting competition that has no age limit when you have time. Don't be afraid of losing or losing."

"Those old fritters may not be as hard as you, but they are all great experts in terms of timing and rhythm."

"But if you only talk about the present," Ye Shaocong continued, "you can pay more attention to the changes in rhythm."

"It's good to shoot quickly, but you can't just ask for quickness from start to finish."

"You use the same rhythm from start to finish. As long as the opponent can survive the first few rounds, it will easily adapt to your fighting rhythm, and then'fast' is meaningless."

"Good steel must be used on the blade."

"Usually play more casually, and only use such a move and a half at a critical moment, which can surprise you."

Xiao Yunhe was startled when he heard the words, thoughtfully.

Ye Shaocong smiled, ignored him, turned his head and said to the people in the audience: "The rest, I won't fight with you one by one. I don't have this time. Just catch the right PK, all come up and fight, let Let me see."

As soon as this was said, there was a commotion among the crowd.

All the staff will fight on the first day back to school?

This...a bit exciting!

Bai Jingshu asked, "Is the draw divided into grades?"

Ye Shaocong turned his head and looked at her, standing with his arms folded, and said: "Of course it doesn't matter. You met the opponent's freshman in the UH arena, would you still be merciful?"

Bai Jingshu couldn't help but smile, nodded and said: "Well, that's right."

Immediately, she arranged a lottery with Niu Ziru and others.

The props were readily available. Niu Ziru went directly to the tool room to move a lottery bucket, and then put some numbered balls in it according to the number of people.

The members of the school team took turns, each drawing one.

Then, these people began to rush to find their opponents.

"Who is my 27th and 28th?"

"It's me! Damn, you actually go with you kid?"

"Who is number 19? I'm 20!"

"Ah, senior, I'm the 19th, please be merciful..."

"..."

Lu Yao got the 13th.

He didn't rush to find his opponent, but stood calmly on the spot, looking unusually Buddhist in the noisy crowd.

He is probably the worst in the entire school team, not one of them.

He is very self-aware.

With a poor foundation, and lying in bed for more than half a month of injury, it is hard to imagine how bad I am now.

After a while, Ye Linlin saw Lu Yao in the crowd, smiled and waved at him, ran over and asked, "How many numbers did you draw?"

Lu Yao was a little pleased to see her regaining her previous joking appearance, and said, "Your shoulder injury is healed?"

Ye Linlin said, "Almost, acupuncture and moxibustion combined with medicinal therapy have recovered seven or eighty-eight."

As she said, she twisted her shoulders and said, "It doesn't matter if it's proper physical exercise. I'll see how the lottery is in a while. If I get a big monster, I will abandon the game."

"Hey, what's your number? I'm 32."

Lu Yao looked at the ball in his hand and said, "I am 13."

"Ouch, 13? What a coincidence, my number 14."

Lu Yao turned his head and suddenly felt black in front of him.

It seemed that something huge was blocking his vision.

He raised his head, looked up, and saw a long black square face.

——It is Niu Ziru, the deputy captain who is two meters tall.

"Hahaha, it's really embarrassing to get our future gun god!"

Niu Ziru smiled hippiely: "I heard that you failed the fighting exam? How about it, do you want me to give you a hand?"

Lu Yao stared at the mountain in front of him, and suddenly seriously considered the question of whether to abandon the game.

In other words, I went to the intensive care unit half a month ago, and I am still in the rehabilitation period. Can I use this reason to turn off this PK?

It should be considered a legitimate reason, right??

Lu Yao raised his head and fell into deep thought.

...

After 10 minutes, seeing that the No. 1 and No. 2 players were already in the ring, Lu Yao couldn't help but urinate and went to the bathroom.

After thinking about it, let's fight. If there is a fight or not, it's too boring.

Niu Ziru is currently the third best player in the school team after Xiao Yunhe and Bai Jingshu.

Even better than freshman ace Xu An.

The school team has a total of more than 40 people. When Xiao Yunhe did not participate in the draw, he actually won Niu Ziru all at once. What kind of luck is this?

Even if Bai Jingshu is drawn, he is better than Niu Ziru. At least he can be beaten by a beautiful woman, and he can still be more balanced.

"Chunming, who is your opponent?"