The vehicle was moving faster and slower, and the bus was quickly pulled away and disappeared from Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke's eyes.

"What a coincidence..." Lou Cheng shook his head and laughed, pushed up his glasses, and sighed.

He knew very well that his friends from the Longhu Club would also come to watch the game today, but he didn't expect to meet them on the way.

Of course, this was only unilateral. Even if they had seen the passengers in the car just now, they would not have known that "that" was the friend "Schrödinger's Tiger", and there was a high probability that they would not have recognized that they were Lou Cheng.

Hearing this, Yan Zheke turned his head with a smile and glanced at his husband:

"Chengzi, I thought of a lyric!"

"What?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.

"It's hard to hold each other's hand if we don't have the opportunity~" Yan Zheke pursed her lips and chuckled.

"What's going on here!" Lou Cheng responded angrily and amusingly, and added wittily, "Then we are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, and sleep together for a hundred years?"

Yan Zheke spat, turned his head to the side with the corners of his mouth raised, and then looked at Lou Cheng with "disgust":

"You still remember such an old song so clearly? Uncle Orange!"

While they were bickering, the car slowed down and drove into the parking lot. After Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke paid half of the charter fee, they pushed the door open and walked out. Following the instructions, they walked hand in hand along the road for about six or seven minutes.

100 meters.

After turning a mountain col, their eyes suddenly brightened, and they felt that the "scorching factor" in the air suddenly increased and became extremely active.

Ahead is a broad area that becomes more and more sunken toward the center. Every few steps, a flame emerges from the ground and burns quietly, day and night, without ever being extinguished.

Looking at it, Lou Cheng saw dark red flowing in the cracks at the core of the place, and the parts close to the outside world seemed to be covered by black and gray armor. Just looking there from a distance, he could feel the brutal heat.

This is the home ground of Longhu Club, the famous "Fire Hell"!

Around this area the size of two or three football fields, there are semi-enclosed and transparent corridors built one after another. The interiors are either high or low, divided into rows, or divided into boxes. They are "stands" in the ordinary sense.

, in order to prevent the "powerless" audience from being injured by flying flames, sputtering magma, the aftermath of the explosion, etc., this is made of high-tech explosion-proof fire-resistant glass, with a sound barrier.

aisle.

Yan Zheke dug out the two tickets from his bag and found the corresponding glass box. Under the instructions of the security personnel, he opened the door and entered. There was a sofa, a coffee table, and three large rooms showing the "Fire Hell" from different angles.

Screen.

"This is my first time to enjoy the VIP treatment in the stands..." Lou Cheng looked around and said with a smile.

"Actually, I prefer the kind where there are a lot of people. The atmosphere is contagious." Yan Zheke raised his eyes and did not hide his thoughts, "But my grandpa has to give me this kind of thing. I am afraid of any accidents, so I will give it to him."

He said he was with you, but he was still worried."

"It takes an inhuman state to make grandpa feel at ease..." Lou Cheng laughed at himself.

In the eyes of Wai Gang's strong men, a sixth-level Dan realm warrior with top "talent" is indeed not so safe.

"Maybe, young man, let's sprint!" Yan Zheke answered half jokingly, half encouragingly.

In the replay of various exciting games before the game, the time came to 10:25 in the morning, and all the positions in the "stand" had their owners, including many in the press box.

Unmanned aerial photography drones took off one after another and took up their positions, transmitting the images back to the glass corridor, allowing the audience to confirm the scene they saw.

Lou Cheng noticed that "Little Wonton" and the others were in the glass room outside the three "stands" to his left. They were too excited to sit down and were looking left and right.

After some introductions and a lively dance on the edge of the "venue", the sky suddenly darkened, and a dull and depressing smell appeared on the paper.

Boom!

A thunderbolt exploded suddenly, turning into sound waves, rolling around, as if it had become reality.

Is this the aura of "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou? Connecting the world to the outside and interfering with nature? Lou Cheng was thoughtful and could no longer sit still. He stood up and walked to the position half a step away from the glass directly in front of him.

The same is true for Yan Zheke, standing side by side with him.

At this moment, with a sudden leap, fires shot up everywhere in the wide square. The dark red "iron flow" shook off the black ash, and several red gold waves jumped out!

boom!

A stream of magma erupted, rushed into the sky, fell down, illuminated the darkness, and illuminated a figure in the distance of the "game field".

He is wearing a navy blue martial arts uniform embroidered with dragons and tigers. He has a tall and straight body, handsome facial features, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. His short hair stands on end, showing his unruliness and rebelliousness. It is difficult to tell from his appearance alone that this is already

A man in his early thirties.

Kick, kick, kick! Every step he took made the earth tremble, causing the flames to rise one after another, and the magma to spurt out one after another.

Without a call, everyone, including Lou Cheng, shouted out a well-known name, letting it echo in the mountains:

"Dragon King!"

"Dragon King" Chen Qitao!

In such an atmosphere, the sky became dark again, as if dark clouds were gathering, making the audience uneasy, causing the sound waves to decrease, and the soaring flames and flying magma to be eclipsed.

From the other side, a strangely dressed man slowly walked out. His white robe resembled martial arts uniforms and Taoist clothing, with green lightning and purple thunder embroidered on the edges. He was two to three centimeters shorter than Lou Cheng and had a delicate appearance.

, elegant temperament, deep and restrained, not ostentatious.

"Martial Saint" Qian Donglou!

Qian Donglou, the "Martial Saint" who is two years younger than the "Dragon King"!

He became famous at a young age, and before Chen Qitao caught up with him, he suppressed a whole generation of warriors. China was so big that no one dared to call him a genius anymore!

As he grew older, the previous generations of strong men were also subdued.

Although he admires the "Dragon King" and prefers the man with true temperament, Lou Cheng has to admit that "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou is the standard grandmaster in his mind.

Now, he is using his own strength to fight against the momentum of the "Dragon King" and the audience!

The referee did not dare to enter the center of the field, but raised his right hand from a distance, dutifully playing the role of a humanoid instrument:

"The first game of this game."

“‘Dragon King’ Chen Qitao versus ‘Martial Saint’ Qian Donglou!”

Those with titles must be addressed by them on similar occasions to show respect!

"Dragon King! Dragon King!"

Amid cheers, the referee suddenly waved his right hand and said loudly:

"start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly jumped away from the war zone.

Bang!

At this time, "Dragon King" Chen Qitao had already punched out, as if he was going to hit the void.

However, his fists were like missiles, "forcibly dragging" his body forward rapidly, clearly leaving an afterimage and creating a loud noise that broke the sound barrier.

Lead with fists!

The afterimage stretched, and the golden-red flame ignited instantly where the "Dragon King" blasted his fist, spreading rapidly and covering his whole body, making him seem to have turned into the God of Fire or Emperor Yan walking on the ground.

Super Saiyan... This idea suddenly appeared in Lou Cheng's mind.

"Martial Saint" Qian Donglou and "Dragon King" had fought countless games, and they knew each other quite well. They had long since lost the mentality of testing out moves, and when faced with the attack, they clapped their palms violently.

Boom!

A huge thunder exploded, which seemed to roll through everyone's heart, shaking the glass hundreds of meters away, making Yan Zheke feel mentally shocked, shaken mentally, and unable to concentrate.

At the same time as he let out a thunderbolt, the "Martial Saint" spread his palms and pulled out a jumping purple thunder knife.

As soon as it appeared, it immediately struck at the golden-red flames covering the body of the "Dragon King".

Qian Donglou followed closely behind him, with streaks of silvery lightning surrounding his body, and he approached like a god descending from the earth.

A fierce battle began. The two most powerful men in the world were fighting fiercely. Lou Cheng was fascinated by the sight and wanted to copy their every move and every change.

Compared with watching the live broadcast, watching the battle live has a more three-dimensional sense, and you can better appreciate the power of the powerful Wai Gang, such as the ground shaking from time to time, the waves of fire that can be felt through the heat-resistant glass, the deafening thunder...

The battle lasted for twenty minutes, and the magma in the center of the "field" had turned into a fountain, and "Dragon King" Chen Qitao was surrounded by balls of golden, red, purple or white fireballs.

As he attacked with each move, these fireballs merged one after another, condensed into a ball, and shrank in his palm.

With a loud shout, the "Dragon King" stretched out his arms, jumped up suddenly, and punched down.

Boom!

Lou Cheng reacted very quickly and reached out to cover Yan Zheke's eyes first. At this time, the place where the two powerful men were fighting came on with a bright white light that made the audience's eyes sting, briefly blurry, and make people cry. It seemed that there was a round of

The great sun has fallen here.

Boom!

The fire wave spurted out, and a small mushroom cloud rose into the sky, in full bloom.

When Lou Cheng opened his eyes, "Dragon King" had already narrowly defeated "Martial Saint" by half a move, taking advantage of the home environment.

After watching the replay and thinking of his previous experience, Lou Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and praised:

“Enjoyable!”

This is really a battle that makes the warriors blood boil!
To be continued...