What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

Aoki Division dragged him to the ground.

He threw his fist at Yabukijo indiscriminately, but almost without vision, his fist hit the empty space messily, and only one punch hit Yabukijo's abdomen, which made him grunt.

"The second round is over!"

The referee hastily reached out and separated the two.

Panting heavily, Aoki Division slowly stood up while supporting 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?"

Aoki Secretary shook his head: "It's okay."

He threw away the braces, picked up the ice water Ning Qiang handed over, poured it down, rinsed his mouth and spat it aside, and took another gulp. The cold water calmed him down for a while, 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 go on like this." A trace of fear flashed in Song Shanyan's eyes.

He once broke his leg in the ring.

Torn cruciate ligament.

The meniscus is removed.

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

At this moment, looking at Aoki Si's legs, he only thought that even if he loses, he still cannot let Aoki Si lose his chance to be on the ring again.

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

Hitting Yabukijo with kicks and multi-faceted cold moves was a tactic he and Aoki Tsukasa decided together.

Is the strategy wrong?

No, maybe it was just a little bit of luck - if he had pressed a little bit off, if he hadn't reacted and jumped up, or if Tsukasa Aoki kicked higher, the one who fell now would be Yabuki Jo.

Song Shanyan was unable to speak for a long time.

Should I abstain?

Or encourage him to keep fighting?

"What are you thinking about?" Aoki Si grinned, the smile on his somewhat bruised face looked a little funny.

Songshan Rock is like waking up from a dream.

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

"Okay, if you can't win the first few rounds, I will win the fifth round for you to see." Aoki Si lightly exhaled, and the freshly cooled recovery wind wrapped around his body again, replenishing his physical strength , also relieved his pain.

"Don't worry, let me bring you back the championship you desire so much."

When the bell rang for the third round, Aoki stood up holding the octagonal cage behind him, patted his chest heavily, and strode forward with meteoric strides.

His left leg was still a little limping, but his eyes never evaded even the slightest bit.

"I haven't finished playing yet!"

In the eyes of Yabuki Takeshi, Aoki Tsukasa clearly explained this point to the stance he put on.

He clenched his teeth again.

"Battle, continue to attack his left leg, victory is at hand, champion! Champion!" Nan Nan's coach behind him reminded him.

Yabuki took out the braces and bit them back into his mouth.

I see.

Beat him and I can win.

On Aoki's face, after being washed with clean water, the bloodstains were still faintly visible.

The ground of the octagonal cage had already been printed piece by piece by the blood of the two of them.

Want to beat me?

Give it a try!

The two rushed towards each other again.

Yabuki Tsukasa crushed Aoki Tsukasa's left leg over and over again with no expression on his face.

Aoki Si staggered, jumped, kept dodging directions, and punched back with heavy punches.

Not long after the beginning, the faces of the two were covered with blood again.

The referee even wanted to stop the game early.

How can it be terminated?

Who wins and who loses?

He looked at the two nervously. In the earphones, the yelling of the event organizer gave him a headache.

"Let them play until someone can't get up. Do you hear me? Do you hear me? You are not allowed to terminate the game early. The ratings have already broken [-], [-] nationwide!"

The referee gritted his teeth.

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