Otsuka Yoshikawa came to the stage and issued his declaration of challenge, looking at the figure in the ring, Li Shuang only felt that his blood began to boil.

At this time, Zhang Kun had been completely thrown out of his mind. Now there is only one person in his heart, Otsuka Yoshikawa.

A leader of the younger generation in a country's martial arts world?

The corners of Li Shuang's mouth grinned, revealing a look that seemed to be smiling, and then he was about to jump into the ring, but at this moment, suddenly a hand pressed his shoulder.

The person who came was Qi Ping, and he didn't know when he appeared beside Li Shuang: "Boss, it's not your turn yet, you can rest first and recuperate." The trump card is always left for last. ”

"And now, let me try him first!" Qi Ping looked at Li Shuang and smiled, then took a deep breath, put his right hand on the edge of the ring, and with a flick of his legs, the whole person jumped into the ring.

After getting into the ring, Qi Ping's whole person instantly became serious, and he slowly walked to the opposite side of Otsuka Yoshikawa and looked deeply at the figure opposite.

Otsuka Yoshikawa was dressed in colorful casual clothes, tall, but he didn't look strong, his eyes were bright, his sword eyebrows were raised, and a fierce aura came from the surface.

Qi Ping took a deep breath, then clasped his hands into fists and saluted, and said loudly: "China Nanhu martial arts world, through the back fist Qi Ping, please!"

Qi Ping's voice is loud and loud, and he does not lose to Otsuka Yoshikawa at all, and he can't have any problems in terms of etiquette.

Little Japan can know etiquette, and there is no reason why the Chinese martial arts community, as a landlord, is rude.

With the word "please" of Qi Ping, Qi Ping's left foot straddles to the left, the arms are crossed in front of the abdomen on the upper chest, and the hands are clenched into fists, the left arm is inside, and the right arm is outside.

Out of the Danyang is not the most powerful of the back punches, but it is definitely the most flexible and defensive move.

Before Otsuka Yoshikawa subdued Li Gang with one move, Qi Ping also vaguely saw that his attack speed was even faster than Li Shuang.

Before taking the stage, Qi Ping knew that he would never be able to win this game, and it was not about confidence or anger or not working hard, but absolute strength.

Otsuka Yoshikawa is strong, but as for how strong it is, Qi Ping can't tell.

And what Qi Ping has to do now is to let Otsuka Yoshikawa show his strength as much as possible, so that the people who play behind can have an understanding and have a bottom in their hearts.

This time, Qi Ping made his definition very clear, cannon fodder.

Cannon fodder, yes, cannon fodder.

A cannon fodder who is bound to lose, to lose face, and to fail.

But so what?

Cannon fodder, since it has been made as cannon fodder, it is necessary to show the value of cannon fodder.

Qi Ping's face showed a different flush, and the blood in his body began to boil, but his spirit was more concentrated, and his spirit seemed to have reached its peak at this moment.

Otsuka Yoshikawa, little Japan, let grandpa meet you .......

Qi Ping let out a loud shout, and his feet were like flowing clouds and water, rushing towards Otsuka Yoshikawa.

Under the ring, Li Shuang quietly looked at Qi Ping on the stage, and smashed Qi Ping towards Otsuka Yoshikawa with a punch, but Qi Ping's name to him just now suddenly appeared in his mind.

Top dog.......

Li Shuang's eyes were blurred, Qi Ping had never called himself like this before.

Li Shuang recalled, it was indeed not. From acquaintance, to acquaintance, to later becoming friends, Qi Ping has always called him by his first name, Li Shuang.

Li Shuang didn't think it was strange, because Qi Ping was already two or three years older than him, and after all, they were just a martial arts association, not an underworld, so it was normal to call them by name.

Even though Qi Ping gradually became his similar subordinate in the future, taking his money to work for him, Qi Ping still called him Li Shuang.

As the gap in their strength slowly widened, Qi Ping began to be a little afraid of him, and he would begin to be afraid, but Qi Ping's name for him still did not change.

But today, Qi Ping calls him the boss?

Top dog?

What is Boss?

Take the lead?

Li Shuang didn't know what the word boss meant, but when Qi Ping said these two words, the eyes that looked at him were full of sincere smiles.

That feeling was something Li Shuang had never felt before.

"Boss, it's not your turn yet, you can rest first and recharge your energy. The trump card is always left for last. And now, let me try him first!"

What does this phrase mean?

Boss, you can rest first, recharge your energy, and let the younger brother go to help you explore the road first?

Li Shuang didn't understand, because he had never felt a similar situation.

Li Shuang felt that his chest was a little tight, and he wanted to go to an open place to breathe, but he thought so, but his eyes were staring at the two figures who were fighting together in the ring.

Looking at the flushed face in the ring, the figure on his body that had been punched and kicked by Otsuka Yoshikawa, but still trying to persevere.

On his right arm, there was a deep purple red, which was cut by Otsuka Yoshikawa's hand knife.

On the shoulder, a black footprint, which was printed on the sole of Otsuka Yoshikawa.

Suddenly, there was a muffled grunt in the ring, and a bright red spray spilled from the sky. Qi Ping spurted blood angrily, flew upside down, and fell to the ground, his right hand pressed against his chest, his silver teeth clenched, and there was still a trace of blood left at the corner of his mouth.

And Otsuka Yoshikawa slowly retracted his left foot, looked at Qi Ping, who fell to the ground, and bowed slightly with a calm face: "Admit it!"

Two minutes and twenty-eight seconds, in the first game, Qi Ping lost. He was carefully carried down from the ring, and when he passed by Li Shuang's side, Qi Ping barely squeezed out a smile on his painful face, and nodded to Li Shuang.

Qi Ping didn't speak, but Li Shuang seemed to understand the meaning from Qi Ping's eyes.

Big brother, have you looked carefully, this is your opponent for a while.

Li Shuang looked at Qi Ping with a calm face and was carried away, there were special medical personnel behind him, who would do emergency medical treatment, but Li Shuang didn't notice that at this time, his right fist was already unconsciously clenched and ......pale.