What is Li Shuang doing?

Zhang Kun's brain was a little unrefreshed, why did he take the freshly wrapped cable tie?

But soon Zhang Kun knew.

Li Shuang took off the gauze on his body a little, a little, and then supported the ground with both hands and slowly stood up.

He looked up at the wanton laughing figure in the ring, Li Shuang quietly, step by step, his body swayed slightly, and slowly walked up to the ring from the ladder.

He stood quietly opposite Otsuka Yoshikawa, his face slightly pale because of excessive blood loss.

Zhang Kun's face changed suddenly, but before he had time to say anything, Otsuka Yoshikawa stopped laughing wildly, and then tilted his head to look at Li Shuang opposite, with a strange smile on his face.

"Squeak, it's so pitiful, it's beaten like this. ”

"But...... , the defeated general, since he was beaten like this, it is better to hide in the crowd, and run up again, do you still want to be beaten by me again?" Otsuka Yoshikawa laughed wildly again, and mocked Li Shuang fiercely.

Li Shuang quietly endured Otsuka Yoshikawa's ridicule, until his wild laughter was slightly lowered, and Li Shuang said quietly: "We will lose to you, we can only blame ourselves for not being proficient in learning, and it has nothing to do with Chinese martial arts." ”

"Chinese martial arts have been passed down for thousands of years, and its breadth and profundity is beyond the comprehension of a small country of Japanese invaders. ”

"Karate is just a subtle skill borrowed from Chinese martial arts. ”

The sound of wild laughter stopped abruptly, and the corners of Otsuka Yoshikawa's eyes twitched, and he slowly lowered his head, looking at Li Shuang with a gloomy face.

Karate is the best martial art in the world. ”

"As for borrowing, it is not yet known whether your Chinese martial arts borrowed from our karate!"

Li Shuang's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "What are the facts, there is history." ”

Otsuka Yoshikawa gritted his teeth fiercely: "You are looking for ...... death!"

Li Shuang took a deep breath, and then slowly put his head out of the horse: "Shaolin Twelve Roads Tan Leg Descendant, to Karate, challenge ......." ”

Zhang Kun's face changed suddenly on the stage, damn it, that bastard, what does he want to do?

Challenge?

Challenge the ghost.

Can you win? Do you have a chance to win? You're going to die.

Otsuka Yoshikawa's gloomy face was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed wildly: "Challenge? Okay, challenge, Shaolin Tan leg, south fist and north leg, today I will let the south fist break, and the north leg will break ......." ”

Otsuka Yoshikawa let out a low roar, and then rushed towards Li Shuang with his body, taking the lead with one kick.

The battle situation resumed, the two of you came over me, and the legs in the ring were full of shadows. Otsuka Yoshikawa attacked step by step, while Li Shuang was both offensive and defensive.

Otsuka Yoshikawa has fought dozens of games, and his physical strength has finally been consumed a lot, and his strength is no longer at his peak.

So at the beginning, Li Shuang was barely supporting, but at any time, the body exercised vigorously, and the wounds that had just been bandaged began to crack one by one.

The cheek began to bleed, the trouser leg turned bright red again, and the right arm, which was finally reset, was in sharp pain from time to time.

Li Shuang's face was completely pale, but his face was so calm, even though the blood had flowed into the corners of his mouth.

Li Shuang's face calmly flashed a kick from Otsuka Yoshikawa, and he was about to fly and jump, but his brain suddenly hurt, his eyes blurred instantly, and his whole body seemed to be stunned there.

Almost instantaneously, a huge fist rushed in.

"Touch", a figure flew back high, Li Shuang popped, and his body spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and then fell into the ring fiercely.

Li Shuang ....... Zhang Kun under the ring couldn't help but exclaim, and Zhou Yaqi next to him also flashed nervousness on his face.

However, in the exclamation, Li Shuang staggered to his feet, and a new wound was added to his face, and there was a big bruise.

Li Shuang gasped heavily, his figure swayed, and a pair of eyes stared at Otsuka Yoshikawa in the center of the ring.

Seeing that Li Shuang could still stand up, Zhang Kun finally felt relieved, and then hurriedly shouted: "Enough, Li Shuang, admit defeat, you can't win!"

And what is strange is that Otsuka Yoshikawa did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but looked at Li Shuang with a sneer: "Yes, why don't you admit defeat, you can't win, so, let's step down obediently." ”

Li Shuang didn't speak, just gasped quietly, and then, in the shocked eyes of everyone, he let out a loud shout, and his body rushed towards Otsuka Yoshikawa again.

Otsuka Yoshikawa's face turned cold, and then his figure flew, and there was a bang.

The corner of Li Shuang's mouth was hit hard, his figure turned upside down, and he fell into the ring hard.

When the ring trembled, Zhang Kun's heart also trembled, and he looked at Li Shuang, who was difficult, but firm, and stood up little by little.

What the hell are you holding onto?

Why do you have to stand up, you have already lost, you can't fight, you shake even when you stand, what else are you fighting?

Admit defeat, admit defeat without shame, you said it yourself.

Zhang Kun opened her mouth and wanted to roar out, but her throat was dry, and Zhou Yaqi next to her also had a gloomy face, she looked at the figure who staggered to stand up, and then looked at Yoshikawa Otsuka, who was bloodthirsty in the center of the ring.

Zhou Yaqi snorted angrily, and her right hand snapped on the edge of the ring, and she was about to soar into the air, but at this time, a right hand was quietly placed on her shoulder.

Zhou Yaqi turned her head violently and glared away, but soon she was stunned, standing behind her was Zhenkun, who had been beaten by her before.

However, at this time, Zhenkun was covered in damage, several serious purple marks on his face made him look embarrassed, and he was hanging a triangular scarf on his left hand, and his right arm was quietly hanging on his chest.

After Zhou Yaqi looked over, Zhenkun showed a stiff and ugly smile on his face, but he still opened his chapped lips and pleaded: "Miss Zhou, I'm really sorry for what happened before, I apologize to you, but this time, please don't interfere." ”

"This is a battle of Chinese martial arts, and only the descendants of Chinese martial arts can come to power. ”

"I'm not underestimating your taekwondo, but please. ”

"Even if we lose, let's lose a little bit decently. ”

Zhou Yaqi was stunned, she looked at Zhenkun in front of her blankly, and then turned her head to look at Li Shuang, who was staggering to stand up in the ring.

She was silent, and after a while, the hand on the edge of the ring slowly withdrew and she stood there quietly, staring blankly at the ring.

"Thank you!" Zhenkun said in a low voice, then slowly squeezed through the crowd and walked to the stairs of the ring.

Li Shuang, hold on, I can't jump into the ring anymore, at least let me walk to the staircase first.

Zhou Yaqi suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhenkun's back as she squeezed through the crowd little by little, she was in a bad mood, really bad.

If you lose, you lose, why talk about decency?

Want decency, what to get?

Injuries, only injuries, one by one, minor injuries become serious injuries, and then it is a decent .......

However, is such decency really worth it?