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But in Senior Haoming's eyes, the competition was just a kind of training. Therefore, he didn't feel nervous at all. It was just a kind of relaxation. Therefore, he was playing a joke with his sister as if there was no one around.    

    

Xiao Yun was shocked. "This Senior Haoming is really bold and skilled. Facing such a strong competition, he actually felt like he was taking a stroll in the park, and he even had a relaxed expression on his face. It's really a miracle.    

    

In comparison, Xiao Yun felt ashamed because of his nervousness. Last night, he was so nervous that he almost did not sleep the whole night.    

    

"This is the difference." Before the competition started, there seemed to be a winner and loser. In Xiao Yun's heart, he really had an indescribable feeling.    

    

"Xiao Yun, let's go."    

    

Just as Xiao Yun was in a daze, Senior Brother Lee spoke loudly into his ear.    

    

And so, Xiao Yun woke up from his daze. Xiao Yun turned his head around and saw Coach Lyi walking towards the resting area. Her expression was very cold.    

    

At this time, it was time for the official competition.    

    

Today's competition was divided into two rounds. Each round was divided into three areas that were carried out at the same time.    

    

The first round of competition was to determine the victor between Yi Jin Martial School, Yi Cai Martial School, Martial Dojo, and Clouds Sea Dojo.    

    

"Ready... begin." Following the judge's order, the first round of the competition began. Thus, the entire gymnasium immediately boiled up. Other than the cheerleaders and disciples of the five dojos participating in the match today, the other cheerleaders and disciples of the other dojos all looked at the position where the participating disciple of Martial Dojo was standing.    

    

"Yi Wu, you can do it! Yi Wu is invincible!"    

    

"Yi Wu, do your best! Yi Wu will win!"    

    

However, the disciples of the Yee Boxing were all cheering for the Martial Dojo. It seemed like today was just a day for them to admire the competition of the participating disciples of the Martial Dojo.    

    

"Damn, these damn disciples!" Su Yuqing frowned when she saw the huge cheers that almost drowned out the cheers of the cheerleaders of the Clouds Sea Dojo.    

    

Qixin, Looh Shifeng, Wu Dahong and the rest of the Clouds Sea Dojo cheerleaders ignored the cheering of the other martial arts dojos for the Martial Dojo. They waved their iron abacus as soon as they saw Lee Yijun go on stage. Then they cheered for Senior Brother Lee, who was the first one to go on stage in Clouds Sea Dojo.    

    

They waved their iron abacus fiercely with one hand, making a loud noise that shook the sky. Their other hand put the paper horn near their mouth and shouted fiercely.    

    

"Senior Brother Lee, you can do it! Senior Brother Lee will win!"    

    

"Do your best in Clouds Sea Dojo. Clouds Sea Dojo will definitely win."    

    

At this time, Du Caiping was stunned as she looked at Senior Brother Lee who was competing in the arena. Who knew that the more she watched, the more sad she felt. The more she looked, the more she could not help but cry. Then... She couldn't help but cry as she asked Su Yuqing, who was standing beside her, "Why was Lee Yijun beaten up like this?"    

    

Su Yuqing looked in Lee Yijun's direction and was almost scared silly. It turned out that the moment Senior Brother Lee went on stage, he was suppressed by the disciples sent by Martial Dojo and did not have any chance to fight back.    

    

The referee kept shouting the same score, "Blue Team, get 1 point."    

    

Or "Blue Team, two points."    

    

Soon, the first match between Senior Brother Lee and his opponent ended. Su Yuqing and Du Caiping looked at the scoreboard and unconsciously drew a cold breath. But the score on the field was 9: 3. Senior Brother Lee actually fell behind his opponent by 6 points.    

    

Su Yuqing and Du Caiping only saw it now. It turned out that the disciples that Martial Dojo sent to compete with Senior Brother Lee just now. His name was Shun Weike, but he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. It looked like he was full of book energy, as if he did not know how to use Yee Boxing at all.    

    

However, even though Shun Weike looked like he was full of book energy, Senior Brother Lee was no match for him. Senior Brother Lee was suppressed by him as soon as he went on stage.    

    

After that, Shun Weike was full of energy. He attacked all the way, but his figure was like a ghost, moving from east to west. Lee Yijun was dazzled by the sight. He didn't know exactly where he was standing.    

    

What was even more terrifying was that Shun Weike's leg skill was very powerful. However, when he saw Shun Weike's leg move like the wind and his imposing manner, Senior Brother Lee was unable to pass through the kick. He could only retreat blindly, as if he had been kicked.    

    

"Shun Weike, you can do it. Shun Weike will win."    

    

"Yi Wu will win! Yi Wu will be the first!"    

    

At this moment, Su Yuqing couldn't help but look around. She found that the whole place was in an uproar. Countless Yee Boxing disciples were cheering for Shun Weike from the Martial Dojo, cheering for him.    

    

Su Yuqing heard the cheering for Shun Weike all over the place. She was depressed and held the cold iron abacus tightly.    

    

Only now did Su Yuqing understand a truth. Experts did not need to cheer for themselves because there were too many people cheering for them.    

    

Therefore, it was no wonder that the cheerleading team in Martial Dojo did not prepare any tools to cheer for ___. They did not plan to cheer for the participating disciples of their dojo.    

    

Because they knew that when the competition began, almost all the disciples of Yee Boxing would become members of Yi Wu's cheerleading team.    

    

"What's going on?" Su Yuqing could not help but have a bitter face. She was so sad that she almost vomited blood. It was because she had designed it after a few hours. It took her almost an entire night to make it. She thought that it was a very proud and innovative tool of encouragement - Iron Abacus' way of cheering, under the shouts of so many Yee Boxing disciples. Still vulnerable.    

    

Su Yuqing suddenly thought of a strange thought in her heart. If it wasn't for the Clouds Sea Dojo and Martial Dojo's battle today, she wouldn't be able to help but cheer for the Martial Dojo.    

    

Starting from six years ago, almost every year. In the entire Hua Xia, including all kinds of competitions, the results of this Martial Dojo were all first, and Senior Meng and Senior Haoming had obtained good results. They were both champions.    

    

Senior Meng and Senior Haoming were not only the idols of the entire Haidian District, but also the idols of all the Yee Boxing disciples in Huaxia.    

    

When Su Yuqing and Du Caiping saw Lee Yijun being defeated, they knew the strength of the Martial Dojo. It could only be described with the word "domineering." It just casually sent out a disciple. Even if he was just an unknown new disciple, this person could easily defeat Senior Brother Lee.    

    

Because of the strength and dominance of martial arts, such prestige and demeanor was enough to make all the disciples of Yee Boxing submit to him and prostrate themselves in admiration.    

    

Soon, the second round of the competition between Senior Brother Lee and Shun Weike began. In this round, the situation did not change. As soon as they stepped onto the stage, Shun Weike attacked fiercely all the way, causing Lee Yijun to lose all his armor and armor. When the second round of the competition ended, the number of matches in the arena changed to 13: 4. Shun Weike was actually ahead of Lee Yijun by 9 points.    

    

In the entire competition between Senior Brother Lee and Shun Weike, Xiao Yun was attentively watching the matches on the field. He wanted to distract his attention and not look at Senior Haoming, who was sitting in the resting area of the disciple in front of him.    

    

Xiao Yun knew that he was going to participate in the competition very soon. It was really hard for Senior Haoming to notice his nervousness. However, he didn't want to see that Senior Haoming could still maintain a relaxed and complacent look before the competition.    

    

Xiao Yun unconsciously took a deep breath. He wanted to relax his body and mood a little. Otherwise, he was afraid that his body would explode from nervousness and die.    

    

Xiao Yun tried even harder to restrain himself from recalling the match with Senior Ling, the sister of Senior Haoming.    

    

Because this match was a completely humiliating match for Xiao Yun. Whenever he thought of it, Xiao Yun would feel his blood spurting out, and he would almost explode his blood vessels and die.    

    

Xiao Yun warned himself in his heart that he would definitely not be like the Xiao Yun who had competed with Senior Haoming earlier.    

    

The current Xiao Yun was the Xiao Yun who diligently trained the Yee Boxing and the Revolving Leg Technique every day. After this period of research on the Qi Divine Power, he had made great progress.    

    

Thus, just yesterday, he defeated the Lin Jieping that everyone thought highly of. Thus, it could be said that his progress was really fast.    

    

Therefore, today's Xiao Yun would definitely not be like the last time when he fought Senior Ling. He would definitely not be suppressed and have no chance to fight back.    

    

While Xiao Yun was lost in his thoughts, the third match between Senior Brother Lee and Shun Weike ended very quickly. At this time, the score was 18: 5, but Senior Brother Lee fell behind by 13 points. He lost to Shun Weike.    

    

Senior Brother Lee, who had lost the battle, really found it hard to accept. Therefore, he dragged his body, which was covered in injuries from Shun Weike's kick, and slowly returned to the resting area. Then he sat down on the chair.    

    

At this time, Senior Brother Lee's sweat was almost like blood, making people tremble with fear.    

    

Xiao Yun, on the other hand, tactfully took out a bottle of mineral water. He unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to him.    

    

Unexpectedly, Lee Yijun ignored the bottle of mineral water that Xiao Yun handed over. He only wrapped his head tightly in the large towel, as if he was ashamed to not dare to see anyone, and did not say a word.