In the ring, Miyamoto shook his head, his drowsy brain cleared up a little, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Kun, who was still lying on the ground, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

I didn't expect to be able to fight with me like this, I am still so young, I really deserve to be a genius, if I let you practice for two more years, maybe I am really not an opponent.

But alas, it's coming to an end.

Miyamoto sneered and was about to step forward to end this competition, but the moment his body just moved, he suddenly stiffened, and the whole person stood there, motionless.

An incomparably strong killing intent suddenly appeared from the far east, locking him deadly.

Miyamoto's face remained unchanged, but his heart sank violently.

Sniper.

Miyamoto was motionless, if it was usual, in this case, he would definitely dodge immediately, with his speed, as long as it was not the sniper who fired at the first time of locking, he could always find a way to dodge, and even make the sniper unable to lock at all.

But now, fighting with Zhang Kun, his strength has dropped rapidly, but he can't do it anymore.

So he could only stand where he was, and wait, waiting for the best time. At the moment when the sniper fires, those tenths of a second will be his only chance.

And just when Miyamoto was restrained by the sniper, Zhang Kun's blurred eyes gradually returned to clarity, and everyone in the watch seat gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

The gloomy Cui Binduan, the gloomy Xue Zhai, the bitter Wu Xiufeng, the bowed head and silent Guo Changsheng, and the old man Lu with his right hand held high.

Looking at the old man Lu who raised his right hand high and his eyes were full of murderous intent, Zhang Kun's chaotic head suddenly came back to his senses like an electric shock, and Zhang Kun opened his mouth violently to scream.

But when he opened his mouth, because of the squeezing of his chest and abdomen, because of the fracture of his ribs, because of the injury of his internal organs, when he opened his mouth, a stream of qi and blood suddenly surged up, and blood sprayed again.

Zhang Kun's abnormality suddenly attracted the attention of everyone in front of him, and everyone looked at Zhang Kun, Old Man Lu saw Zhang Kun vomiting blood again, and his heart was shocked, and at the same time, the killing intent flashing in his eyes was even more obvious, and his raised right hand was about to clench and give a killing order.

Zhang Kun was in a hurry, his mouth was full of blood, he couldn't speak, Zhang Kun could only shake his head violently.

But when he shook his head, because he used too much force, there was a sharp pain in his neck, and Zhang Kun was dizzy and almost fell unconscious.

Can't speak, can't shake his head, Zhang Kun can only look at Old Man Lu with pleading eyes, his neck is shaking little by little with the smallest strength, and his mouth is bloodshot: Don't.

Zhang Kun kept opening his mouth and shaking his head, his scarred face full of pleading.

Old Man Lu stiffened, he looked at the seventeen-year-old boy, the teenager who accompanied her on a happy birthday with happiness, the teenager who stood on the operating table and did everything to save a happy life, the teenager who was in the garden, gently rocking the swing and laughing with happiness.

At this time, he was covered in scars, cracked eyes, bleeding lips, and a pool of blood on the ground, what was he doing

You're a student, a doctor, a magic stick, when the you're in charge of the martial arts world

With great power comes great responsibility

, you're a stinky boy, a stinky boy under eighteen, you're not a adult.

If there is no you in this world, there is no need to turn

Moreover, five months of lifeless training, fighting to the death, you have done enough.

I don't want to be unable to hold your head up in the future, what the are you not able to look up again.

If you can't raise your head, it is also those "masters" in the Chinese martial arts world who want you to take on these responsibilities that should not belong to you, a child who is not yet an adult.

Is there no one in China?

If my family property is handed over to you for supervision in the future, who dares to make you unable to raise your head

Old Man Lu gritted his teeth and glared angrily at the uncompetitive boy.

It's all like this, you really don't want to die.

You don't want to die, happiness still wants her big brother.

Old Man Lu's eyes flashed with fierceness, and his raised right hand was about to be slammed down.

However, as soon as his eyes opened, he stared blankly at Zhang Kun's face, which kept shaking his head, and the corners of his eyes slipped a trace of crystal.

Old Man Lu froze, and his hand that was about to clench froze there.

Why are you crying when you're crying

Old Man Lu stared blankly at the crystal teardrops, across his cheeks, across the blood stains at the corners of his mouth, slowly turning from crystal to ruddy and turbid, and then with a click, dripping on the floor tiles.

The old man's heart seemed to be empty in an instant, his mind was blank, and there was only the pattern of blood and tears in his eyes.

The old man's hand froze there, raised, trying to shake it, but as if there was an inexplicable force stopping him, the punch could not be held.

He looked at Zhang Kun and stayed for a long time.

Is the young man's blood, impulsiveness, stubbornness, and stubbornness?

But is it worth it?

The old man's face with old age spots sank little by little, and suddenly, the old man showed a trace of bitterness, and his raised right hand slowly and slowly put it down.

Anyway, your life is your own, and you can do whatever you want.

The old man regained his expressionless appearance again, closed his eyes slightly, leaned on crutches, and remained silent. It's just that the gloom on his face is dead.

Seeing Old Man Lu withdraw his hand, Zhang Kun's face relaxed, and then showed a grateful smile, and his mouth opened and closed slightly: Thank you

And seeing that Old Man Lu closed his eyes and never looked at him again, with a dead look, Zhang Kun showed a wry smile on his face.

Old man, I didn't know that you were for my good, but since I am standing here today, what I represent at this moment is not me.

I can continue to live without face and skin, but Chinese martial arts can't.

Since I insisted on going my own way to launch this challenge, all the bitter consequences will naturally be borne by myself.

Moreover, the contest is not over yet, I haven't lost yet, and I won't lose.

I don't want to die, I can't die, old man, watch.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Kun's mouth, then he took a deep breath, endured the sharp pain from the broken ribs in his chest, and then supported the ground with his hands and slowly stood up little by little.

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