119: C119 Chen Yiming

C119 Chen Yiming

The one who spoke to me was none other than Chen Yiming, whom I met at the restaurant last time.

The last time he asked for my name because he held Han Yuxi, I didn't answer back then. I didn't expect to meet him in the competition one day.

"Your name is Zhong Hao, right? I'm really sorry about the restaurant last time." Chen Yiming stood in front of me and said politely.

Next to him was an old man with white hair. I saw him last time. It was his master, Old Mr. Liang.

As soon as the master and disciple appeared, they attracted everyone's attention.

The cameras and cameras focused on the two of them.

Similarly, there were also many people staring at me, making me feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"It's okay. Anyway, I didn't care." I said calmly, "Let's meet in the competition."

After saying that, I turned around and walked straight to the field.

After I went up, someone shouted, but it wasn't to cheer for me.

"Chen Yiming, I love you!"

"Chen Yiming, you can do it!"

"You are the best!"

It was only now that I noticed that there were so many female audience members. Clearly, they were female fans of Chen Yiming.

After that, Chen Yiming walked onto the stage under the crowd's support.

During this time, there were also female fans looking for him. However, he rejected them.

Who would have thought that he would already be so famous before entering the official competition. If he became a martial arts star, he wouldn't have dared to imagine how many fans he would have.

Old Mr. Liang looked at Chen Yiming and nodded with a smile.

Immediately, a reporter carried a camera and held a microphone in front of him to interview him. Because he was in the front row, he was closer to me. So, I roughly heard their conversation.

"Hello, Old Mr. Liang, I am Wang Lin from the provincial sports newspaper. I would like to ask, as a leading figure in the martial arts world, what do you think of the National Wushu Competition this time?"

"This time, a lot of powerful martial artists have appeared in the National Martial Arts Conference. They are even more competitive than the previous Wushu Competition. This is also a good thing. It can promote the development of our country's traditional martial arts culture. " Let more people immerse themselves in the charm of martial arts. The provincial capital was the land of martial arts, and it brought about the development of the surrounding cities' traditional martial arts. I feel that this is a benign process of development. Martial arts are like traditional culture in countries like Beijing dramas and movie shows, in order to spread our culture to the whole world. Let the people of today not forget their roots, so the association holds such a Wushu Competition every three years. Not only did it promote the martial arts culture, but it also helped the country select and transport outstanding talents. "

"Old Mr. Liang, you are right. I didn't expect the Wushu Competition to be so important. "But you know your disciple, Chen Yiming, is your last disciple. He is also the son of the richest man in the province, Chen Yuanshan. He is very good at martial arts and is very good at martial arts. Many people aim to defeat him in this competition and win the honor. Will Chen Yiming feel great pressure because of this?"

In front of absolute strength, pressure is like floating clouds. " Old Mr. Liang said casually.

I could feel the strong confidence and dominance in his tone.

The reporter nodded. "It seems that Old Mr. Liang is very confident in his disciple. His opponent has advanced to the top seventeen in the qualifiers. His strength is not to be underestimated. Do you have anything to say to Chen Yiming's opponent?"

"Nothing much, young man. Don't be discouraged by failure. Continue to work hard."

I frowned. The competition had not even started yet, but Old Mr. Liang had already determined that I lost. It really made me a little annoyed.

The reporter suddenly laughed. "Well, I wish contestant Chen Yiming good results in the Wushu Competition this time. He will enter the official competition smoothly."

I looked at Chen Yiming and said coldly, "Your master is quite confident in you."

Chen Yiming said calmly, "My master told me on the first day he taught me that if a person was not confident in himself, no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to do a good job. My master is a very confident and charming person. You may feel arrogant and disrespected when you hear it, but he doesn't have any doubts about it. So don't think about my master with your thoughts. "

I said coldly. "I am not interested in the matter between you and your master."2

"It would be best if you think that way. If a person has sufficient confidence in himself, why would he consider the opinions of others? You are obviously not confident in yourself. " Chen Yiming said with a smile.

"I don't like Chen Yiming's self-righteous attitude. He always put his thoughts on others.

I couldn't be bothered with him anymore. I turned around and walked to the weapon rack. I chose a long sword.

I thought Chen Yiming would not choose a weapon when he used Inch Punch. I did not expect him to choose a sword as well.

"You want to use a sword?" I asked in surprise, because I had never seen him use a weapon in a competition.

"I have watched your last match. It is indeed impressive that you can eliminate Qin Kang. However, with your true strength, I'm afraid there is still a gap between you and Qin Kang. " Therefore, I feel that just relying on sword techniques is enough to defeat you. " Chen Yiming said calmly while holding the sword.

While he was talking to me, the female audience started to shout again.

I coldly snorted. "You really boast shamelessly. I might disappoint you."

The referee walked up. After confirming our weapons, he began to announce the start of the competition and blew a whistle.

The whistle sounded. My sword is tightly clenched, my eyes turn cold, and my body instantly exudes a strong killing intent.

Chen Yiming was not affected by my killing intent. Instead, he stood there calmly with a very calm expression.

I was very surprised. Even Qin Kang felt the pressure when he faced my Killing Sword Arts last time. I didn't expect Chen Yiming to not care at all.

I shouted coldly and took a big stride forward. My long sword was like Liu Xing in the night sky. It drew a cold light in the air and went straight for Chen Yiming's neck.

At the same time, along with the cold killing intent, I pushed the momentum to the limit.

However, what I did not expect was that Chen Yiming moved in an instant. I barely saw what happened. I only heard a "Dang" sound and he blocked my sword.

The sword technique was very ordinary, and its strength was similar to mine. Moreover, it didn't have any aura at all.

This ordinary sword could actually block my killing sword. It made me extremely shocked.

And in the next moment, he started to counterattack. After pushing aside my sword, he launched a very ordinary sword attack towards my chest.

My expression changed abruptly, killing intent bursting forth, blocking his sword with the fastest speed possible.

Clank, clank, clank, clank!

Within half a minute, we exchanged a dozen moves.

My killing sword doesn't pose any threat to him at all, but his sword can counterattack at the first possible moment every time.

The moves are ordinary, but they give me tremendous pressure.

What is going on?

Looking at his sword technique, it seems to be the most ordinary sword technique, and it doesn't have any aura at all, so why is it able to completely block my sword technique and counterattack?

Not only that, but what is even more shocking is that as I exchange blows with him, gradually, a trace of worry inexplicably arises in my heart. I have a feeling that I am unable to defeat him no matter what.

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