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C392 Determination



C392 Determination

Therefore, Xiao Yun gently sat up and put on the white belt uniform. Then, he quietly pushed open the door and went out.    

    

When he came out of the room, Xiao Yun realized that the night scene was very beautiful. However, a bright moon quietly hung in the sky like a huge jade plate.    

    

At this time, Clouds Sea Dojo was very calm. Those houses by the roadside had all turned off their lights and went to sleep. In the deep darkness of the night, the training room stood quietly under the sky.    

    

Xiao Yun opened the small wooden door of the training room and saw that it was very dark inside. There was no light at all, and nothing could be seen.    

    

It turned out that Xiao Yun did not light up the light pipe. He just quietly walked in and then sat cross-legged on the cushion.    

    

Xiao Yun vaguely remembered that it was in this practice room that he was beaten badly by Chiang Haoming's younger sister Senior Ling.    

    

It was said that Chiang Haoming's skills and strength were even more powerful than his sister Senior Ling.    

    

Thinking of this, Xiao Yun unconsciously drew a cold breath.    

    

The match between Xiao Yun and Senior Ling was a match of great difference in strength. Xiao Yun could not even withstand a single blow from Senior Ling.    

    

What made Xiao Yun depressed was that he did not even see clearly how Senior Haoming kicked him in the match.    

    

Now, although Xiao Yun had made great progress with the Yee Boxing, there was still a huge gap between him and Chiang Haoming and Senior Ling.    

    

Xiao Yun subconsciously lowered his head, feeling extremely puzzled.    

    

Xiao Yun's fingers pinched the martial uniform, and he unconsciously became stunned. Ever since Xiao Yun participated in this district's martial arts competition, he had never been as nervous as tonight. He had never been so nervous even on the night before the competition with Lin Jieping.    

    

"Xiao Yun, you are scared, aren't you?"    

    

Who knew that at this moment, in a corner of the dark cultivation room, a familiar voice suddenly drifted over.    

    

"How could it be Coach Lyi?" Xiao Yun was shocked. When he walked in, he did not notice Coach Lyi.    

    

It turned out that Xiao Yun was sitting in a corner. When he revealed his coach, she was also sitting in a dark corner. So Xiao Yun, who was in the dark, could not see Coach Lyi.    

    

"Xiao Yun, you are very scared, right?"    

    

Coach Lyi asked Xiao Yun in a plain tone. Xiao Yun heard Coach Lyi's question and lowered his head in shame. He took a deep breath and said, "Yes."    

    

Xiao Yun was really afraid in his heart, so he could not sleep just now. Because he was afraid, he did not feel sleepy at all.    

    

"Why are you scared? ___ asked. And why are you afraid?" Coach Lyi's voice drifted from that dark corner, making Xiao Yun feel extremely ethereal. He suddenly realized that he no longer existed, but he also felt that... He was still very real.    

    

"I... I..." Xiao Yun unconsciously bit his lips tightly, but he could not answer anything.    

    

In fact, Xiao Yun was afraid of losing because he knew that although his skills had improved a lot, the gap between his skills and Chiang Haoming and Senior Ling was too big.    

    

In fact, not only was Xiao Yun afraid of being defeated by Senior Haoming tomorrow, he was even more afraid of losing this match. It was even worse than the previous match with Senior Ling. It was even more tragic and ugly.    

    

"What's the use of just being afraid? Could it be that being afraid can help you defeat that powerful Chiang Haoming in tomorrow's match?" Xiao Yun heard a cold voice and floated over like a ghost.    

    

"This..." Xiao Yun didn't say anything.    

    

"You really don't have any ambition. You actually lost your confidence before the competition even started. And you're so afraid, I advise you. Why don't you just quit tomorrow's competition with that Chiang Haoming?" That ghostly voice was like a cold snow knife. It stabbed into Xiao Yun's body with hatred, making him feel stiff. He was unable to move.    

    

"I... I..." Xiao Yun's body stiffened and he could not speak.    

    

"... " I, but I just felt a little nervous. In tomorrow's competition, I will do my best and try my best to play every match. "    

    

" Xiao Yun, do you think you can defeat that Senior Haoming in tomorrow's competition? " Coach Lyi asked again.    

    

"This, no... Yes... No. But... I will work hard. I will concentrate on the competition." Xiao Yun was so scared that his thoughts were in chaos. He did not know if his answer was correct or not.    

    

"However, the competition still depends on strength. You can't just rely on hard work. Although you will try your best to compete tomorrow, the gap between your strength and that Senior Haoming is too great. Therefore, you will be defeated by that Senior Haoming in tomorrow's competition. " Coach Lyi said faintly.    

    

"This... Xiao Yun heard it and felt even more confused.    

    

"Xiao Yun, don't be so lucky to defeat that Lin Jieping today. It's not realistic to think that you can defeat that Senior Haoming tomorrow. If you didn't use the tactic of a tooth for a tooth today to control the opponent's mind with a sneer, if you catch him unprepared, you won't be able to defeat that Lin Jieping no matter what." Coach Lyi revealed the truth of the matter.    

    

When Xiao Yun heard Coach Lyi's words, he was unconsciously stunned.    

    

"Therefore, in a competition that will only lose and will not win... Why do you still want to participate? Aren't you afraid of being humiliated and beaten to a pulp? " When Coach Lyi spoke, Xiao Yun sounded even colder than the moonlight.    

    

Xiao Yun did not say anything. He just stared blankly at the night sky outside the window.    

    

Xiao Yun's heart was really getting more and more confused.    

    

Xiao Yun seemed to understand Coach Lyi's consciousness. She was not hinting at him. He had to know when to advance and when to retreat before tomorrow's competition began. He should take the initiative to suggest not participating in the competition. Otherwise, he will lose very miserably, very miserably.    

    

Therefore, Xiao Yun's heart felt very cold, just like the cold night sky.    

    

After saying this, Coach Lyi stood up.    

    

Xiao Yun seemed to think that there was no one like Xiao Yun in this cultivation room, so she slowly stood up and walked towards the door without looking at Xiao Yun.    

    

Xiao Yun saw that Coach Lyi was about to leave, so he unconsciously said, "But today, Five defeated Lin Jieping. Isn't there a huge difference in our strength?"    

    

Before the competition, many people, including Coach Lyi, did not think that Xiao Yun would be defeated by Lin Jieping.    

    

However, things were usually hard to predict. Later, Xiao Yun defeated the powerful Lin Jieping for the first time.    

    

"Maybe there will be a miracle in tomorrow's competition with that Senior Haoming?" Xiao Yun thought in his heart.    

    

"Very good. You are ambitious. I wish you good luck in tomorrow's competition. You can defeat that Senior Haoming."    

    

With a "Hua," Xiao Yun heard a very ear-piercing sound. Then he saw the small wooden door of the practice room suddenly open. Then... Xiao Yun saw Coach Lyi's figure blend into the boundless moonlight. She was gone.    

    

Xiao Yun watched Coach Lyi's figure disappear into the distance and his eyes unconsciously became blank. He was stunned.    

    

Xiao Yun really did not understand why Coach Lyi would say that sentence today. What did it mean?    

    

Xiao Yun thought for a long time in the darkness before suddenly thinking, "I came to this training room to grab the spiritual machine because I was in a bad mood. But that Coach Lyi, why did she come here in the middle of the night? Could it be that he was also afraid of tomorrow's competition? Will she lose to Senior Meng?"    

    

Xiao Yun meditated for a while longer and felt that his heart was no longer as stifled. So he stood up and left the training room to rest in the dormitory.    

    

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Xiao Yun woke up. Then, he inadvertently took a broom and went to the courtyard to clean up.    

    

As he started to sweep the floor, Xiao Yun's mind became clear. At this time, he finally understood. "The reason Coach Lyi said those words to me last night was because she saw that he was too nervous. She couldn't stand it, so she deliberately used those provocative words to agitate him."    

    

"Yeah, fear and nervousness will not help. That means that since I can't be a deserter, then I will seriously participate in this competition." Xiao Yun thought in his heart.    

    

"Besides, in yesterday's competition, didn't I also defeat Lin Jieping in the end?" Xiao Yun thought to himself.    

    

He thought about it and cleaned up. Soon, he reached the end of the path.    

    

Xiao Yun finally saw Senior Lyi carefully watering the flowers and plants that she had planted not far away from the flowerbed.    

    

Xiao Yun saw that Senior Lyi's tall and slender figure was dyed red by the morning light, so he could not help but walk towards her.    

    

"Senior Lyi, morning..."    

    

Senior Lyi heard this and looked up. She finally saw that it was Xiao Yun who came to find her.    

    

Senior Lyi stopped working when she heard Xiao Yun's voice. Then, she looked up at him and smiled. "Why are you so early? Didn't you train last night?"    

    

"Senior Lyi, I trained with Coach Lyi and Lee Yijun last night." Xiao Yun replied.    

    

"Then you must not have slept well last night. Otherwise, why would you have dark circles under your eyes?"    

    

"I have dark circles under my eyes? Oh, right, that was last night. I really didn't sleep enough." Xiao Yun said.    

    


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