What should I do if I look too fierce?

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Aokiji's left leg was obviously bent a little, but he quickly stood up straight again and hit Yabukijo's left face with a right uppercut.

Yabuki bent his arms to defend himself, and the punch hit his arm with a dull thud, causing him to gasp in pain.

Then, when he wanted to continue to move, Aokiji kicked off his right leg and jumped into his arms, holding his arms tightly.

Aoki's choice was very smart. When he was seriously injured, he used a hug to delay the round. However, I really hope that the problem with his left leg is not serious. If the problem is more serious, I am afraid that he will be in trouble in this game. ”

The commentator's expression was a little sad, and his eyes were full of regret and excitement. He regretted that he might not be able to see Aokiji's various ingenious, weird and gorgeous offensive techniques in this scene. What was exciting was that, even so, Aokiji actually Not yet fallen.

He's still holding on.

Many spectators who supported Aokiji even had tears in their eyes and shouted at the top of their lungs, but they vaguely felt that this game seemed to be over.

No one expected that such a situation would occur.

Not to mention Aoki Tsukasa, even Yabuki Jo himself did not expect that his flash of thought just to break the trap would have such great consequences.

But he has to win.

Unlike Aokiji, he is for life.

If you lose here.

Yabuki gritted his teeth and kicked hard again, hitting Aokiji's left leg.

Aokiji reluctantly raised his knees and tried to block it, but the tearing pain made his movements always slow down.

It was blocked, but still hurt.

He staggered and almost fell to one knee.

At this moment, Yabuki Jo suddenly raised his knees.

This knee hit Aokiji in the face.

He only felt the golden light flashing in his head, and for a moment his nose was sore and his vision was blurred.

But he still didn't fall.

He stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Yabuki's knees that couldn't be pulled back.

Aokiji dragged him to the ground.

He punched Yabuki indiscriminately, but with almost no vision, his fists hit the air randomly, and only one punch hit Yabuki's abdomen, making him groan.

End of round two!

The referee hurriedly stretched out his hand and separated the two people.

Aokiji gasped, slowly stood up on the floor, and returned to the corner.

Sitting on the chair, he lowered his head and breathed heavily. Song Shanyan's eyes were slightly red: How is it? How is it? Is the leg problem serious?

Aokiji shook his head: It's OK.

He threw away his braces, picked up the ice water handed over by Ning Qiang, poured it down, gargled it in his mouth and spit it aside, and took another big gulp. The cold water calmed him down for a moment, Li Zhen and Songshan Yan took an ice pack and applied it to his legs and cheeks.

You can't give him your legs anymore, something will happen if you continue like this. A trace of fear flashed in Song Shanyan's eyes.

He once broke his leg in the ring.

Torn cruciate ligament.

Meniscal removal.

Ten surgeries, large and small, made him bid farewell to the ring completely.

At this moment, looking at Aokiji's legs, he only thought that even if he lost, Aokisi could not lose the chance to enter the ring again.

Is Aoki Tsukasa's playing style wrong? No, he is flexible and has comprehensive skills, especially his leg skills are much better than Jo Yabuki's.

Using leg skills and versatile cold moves to defeat Yabuki Jo was a tactic he and Aokiji decided together.

Is the strategy wrong?

No, maybe it was just a little bit of luck - if he had pressed in a wrong position, if he had failed to react and jumped up, or if Aoki had simply kicked higher, the one who fell now would be Yabuki Jo.

Songshanyan couldn't speak for a long time.

Should I abstain?

Or encourage him to keep fighting?

What are you thinking about? Aokiji grinned. The smile on his bruised face looked a bit funny.

Songshanyan is like waking up from a dream.

Aokiji asked Li Zhen to apply medicine on his face, and said calmly: Isn't this the third round?

As promised, if you can't win in the first few rounds, I will win for you in the fifth round. Aokiji breathed out softly, and the freshly cooled wind of recovery wrapped around his body again, replenishing his physical strength. , also relieved his pain.

Don't worry, let me get you the championship you desire so much.

When the bell rang for the third round, Aokiji stood up holding the octagon behind his back, patted his chest heavily, and strode forward.

His left leg was still limping a little, but his eyes never seemed to dodge in the slightest.

I'm not done playing yet!

In Yabuki's eyes, Tsukasa Aoki's attitude was undoubtedly explaining this point.

He clenched his braces again.

Battle, continue to attack his left leg. Victory is right in front of you. Champion! Champion! the southern coach behind him reminded him.

Yabuki spit out his braces and bit them back into his mouth.

I get it.

If I defeat him, I can win.

After Aokiji's face was washed with water, blood stains were still vaguely visible.

The floor of the octagonal cage had long been marked with the blood of the two men.

Want to beat me?

Give it a try!

The two rushed towards each other again.

Yabuki's face was expressionless as he tortured Aoki Tsukasa's left leg over and over again.

Aokiji staggered, jumped, kept dodging, and punched back with heavy punches one after another.

Not long after the start, their faces were covered with blood again.

The referee even wanted to stop the game early.

But how to terminate it?

Who won and who lost?

He looked at the two of them nervously. The shouts from the event organizer in the earphones gave him a headache.

Let them fight until someone can't get up. Do you hear that? Do you hear that? The game is not allowed to be terminated early. The ratings have already exceeded 20, 20 nationwide!

The referee gritted his teeth.

This was not the first time he had seen a bloody game. He had seen someone with a broken arm, fingers bent at ninety degrees, and even lost consciousness and went into shock.

But this was the first time he had seen such a ferocious, uncompromising fight.

Aokiji's left leg was obviously bruised and swollen from being kicked, and he was limping even when he stepped on the floor, but he was still able to hit Yabuki Jo with a straight punch using his left leg on the floor.

Yabuki Joe, this guy, was knocked to the ground by a punch once, but he still stepped back and stood up, and faced him again with an expressionless face.

How exciting!

At this moment, the referee did not want to restrict anything anymore. He even wished that he was just a spectator.

At this moment, I can cheer and shout for the two of them to my heart's content.

Go for it! Boss! Go for it! Tora Maeda unknowingly roared until his voice became extremely hoarse. He actually shed tears, but he didn't realize that he was just waving the flag with Aokiji written on it in his hand.

Fujiwara Miao and Matsusaka Daitake's eyes widened and their mouths opened, but they couldn't even cheer.

Is this... mixed martial arts?

Qiong wiped his eyes, held his hands in front of him, and prayed over and over again.

Come on.

manage.

End of round three!

The sound of the bell stopped the two men's movements again. Even though they were extremely energetic, at this time, they only felt that their heads were blank.

No one stopped.

They fought like this for a whole round.

There are at most two rounds left.

Aokiji gasped for air, like a dehydrated fish.

The sweat on his body was like raindrops, mixed with blood and falling to the ground.

Song Shanyan no longer knew what tactics to tell him. At this moment, the competition was no longer about skills.

Not consciousness.

Not tactics.

It’s not about how much sweat and tears you have shed in the past.

But will.

The moment when your desire to win exceeds everything else.

You can persevere.

Stand till the end.

Can he make a successful comeback in the fifth round?

Songshanyan used an ice pack to apply ice to Aokiji's left leg. His left leg was shaking slightly, but he was no longer in pain.

It hurts.

Numb.

Come on, Si. Song Shanyan held the ice pack hard and looked at Si Aoki, who was leaning in the corner with his eyes closed and gasping for air. He could only repeat over and over again: Come on.

Li Zhen even shed tears while smearing medicine on his face to solidify the wounds: Don't get beaten again, it won't stick anymore.

Hahu. Aokiji's heavy breathing replaced all responses.

The bell for the fourth round rang as scheduled.

Round 4! Begin!

Come on! Aokiji!

The great devil will never fall!

Come on! Chiba!

hold onto!

Hold on! Tsukasa Aoki!

Aokiji stood up again.

In front of him, Yabuki Jo, who was also panting heavily, walked towards him.

Hold on for one more round.

Round five, that’s it.

In the fifth round, you can win.

Resisting the urge to turn on the gods again and again, Aokiji hammered his chest hard and clenched his braces.

bring it on!

One more round!

He raised his right fist and hit Yabuki Jo.

Yabuki Jo did not evade, he also raised his right fist and hit Aoki Tsukasa.

The two tried their best to dodge, punch and kick.

Time and time again, Tsukasa Aoki dragged him into the ground with heavy punches, but his gradually depleted physical strength and Yabuki Yabuki's impeccable ground defense skills caused them to separate again and again, start over, and fight again on the ground.

End of round four!

Aokiji has lost vision in his right eye.

His right eye was bruised and swollen, and the swelling squeezed his eye into a slit. His somewhat incomplete vision made it difficult for him to walk back around the corner.

It’s round five.

It's about to end! Song Shanyan took the ice pack, put it on his face, and patted his face gently: Hey, Si, it's the last round.

Aokiji opened his eyes tiredly and gasped: I understand.

Finally, it was the fifth round.

He looked at Yabuki with a somewhat dazed gaze. Yabuki was also panting heavily at this time, with his head hanging down, covering his face with an ice pack, and his body was bruised and swollen.

Neither of them stopped. Every moment, they were fighting hard with fists and fists.

This is destined to be a classic showdown.

And this duel will come to an end in the fifth round.

Come on, if you keep this up, you will definitely win in the fifth round! Nanbu's coach's words made Yabuki Jo slowly raise his head.

He looked at Aoki Si not far away, but found that he was also looking at him.

Deep in his heart, a question suddenly popped up in his mind.

Really?

Am I going to win?

Aokiji's gaze was so cold and calm. Although his face was covered with scars from his wounds, his momentum was getting higher and higher.

This guy.

Is there anything else hidden?

Yabukijo swallowed hard and ice water entered his throat.

I can't fall here.

cannot.

The southern coach patted him hard on the shoulder: Go ahead, the beautiful world you long for will be in three minutes.

Don't leave any regrets, Si. My dream has come true, really, it has come true. Song Shanyan put his head on Aoki Si's head, his voice trembling slightly: You have already played in my dream, no, it was me who dreamed it. A perfect performance that I never imagined.”

Go ahead and tell them.

The devil has arrived.

Song Shanyan let go of his hand, withdrew his body, grabbed the bottle tightly, no longer suppressed his voice, and shouted loudly in the referee's surprised eyes: Go ahead! Si!

Aokiji stood up and took a final swallow of ice water.

I can.

win.

He grabbed Song Shanyan's hand and stood up straight.

Clenching his braces, he stretched out his hand, pointed at Yabuki and hooked his fingers slightly.

Come on! Burn it out!

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PS: This chapter is almost 4,000 words long, and that’s all for today. I haven’t even had time to have dinner for my birthday, so I have no one left. Pick a day at the end of the month to go out and have a good meal.