I felt like I was a little crazy! Suddenly, I became interested in palms.

But it's still impossible to predict whether my bold attempt will really add a few points to my chances.

But actually, the moment I put on my boxing gloves, I realized my innocence.

With the restraint of boxing gloves, no matter how sharp the palm is, it is just empty talk.

I couldn't help but smile wryly. Laugh bitterly at your own stupidity.

I almost suspected that I had gone mad, and I foolishly practiced the palm technique for a while, only to find out later that I didn't need it at all.

If it could be used, it is estimated that many people would have used it a long time ago.

With infinite resentment towards Nobutaka Yamamoto and the Japanese, I was the first to stand in the ring.

Nobutaka Yamamoto also stood across from me in high spirits, and before the referee could give the signal to fight, we were already in tension.

Of course, the host of the organizing committee took the opportunity to warm up, and made a generous speech with emotion under the microphone: Today's game is a match between Zhao Long, the representative of the Chinese guards, and Nobutaka Yamamoto. Let's wait and see what kind of wonderful duel will be between the two yellow-skinned, Asian Guardians. As you can see from the previous matches, these two players are both tried and tested first-class masters, and they have always maintained perfect results and zero losses. But I have to say that today's game will break the zero negative rate of one of them. Of course, there will be one person who will continue to maintain the winning rate, so who will that person be? Let's cheer for the two Asian warriors, believe in their performance, and they will not let us down

It's all nonsense! But I have to admit that these words did play a certain encouraging role, making the applause in the ring thunderous, and they all looked forward to the start of the official duel.

Offstage, how many people are nervous, how many people are excited. The moment I stood in the ring with Nobutaka Yamamoto, it ignited the violent atmosphere of the scene. There are even many people who can't help but stand up, and there are some people who may have caused a certain amount of friction and debate because of their different views.

Nobutaka Yamamoto and I looked at each other, and a cold light shot out.

How many national hatreds and family hatreds are concentrated at the top of the limbs at this moment. In the face of this repeatedly provocative person, what else is there besides the belief in beating him into a patty?

There was no friendly expression, only hatred and coldness from the heart. The referee's battle signal was finally issued, and any noise in the arena hall suddenly disappeared completely, and an inexplicable pressure spread to all sides.

The hall was quiet, but everyone was nervous. fused his heart with the players in the ring, and he couldn't wait to integrate all his mental strength into it and beat it out.

In the ring, Nobutaka Yamamoto and I confronted each other, wandering and wandering, carefully keeping a relatively safe distance.

Just look for an opportunity, and it's imminent.

There was a sudden flash in front of my eyes!

What's going on?

I reflexively closed my eyes.

The headlights around the arena and on the top of the ring suddenly flashed a few times. Immediately, more than a dozen spotlights shrouded the ring from all angles, revealing the eyebrows of Shintaka Yamamoto and me.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart. The organizing committee adjusted the lighting control and intensity, which made me feel a little uncomfortable in a short period of time, I only felt like some sand grains in my eyes, and tears were almost illuminated by the light just now. Maybe this is not to blame the organizing committee for not informing us of the improvement of the lighting control, the key point is that my eyes used to suffer from trachoma when I was a child, and I would not be able to adapt to the stimulation of strong light. Although it has improved a bit later, it is much more sensitive to the perception of light than ordinary people.

Nobutaka Yamamoto, on the other hand, looked much calmer than I was, and he didn't even blink an eye. Moreover, he also seized the opportunity decisively and quickly.

"Ah" Nobutaka Yamamoto suddenly raised his arms and let out a low roar, and at the same time, rushed over like a beast.

Maybe it's because of the strong light, I'm really not used to it.

Busy parrying, Yamamoto Nobutaka is a drunkard who doesn't mean to drink, and the fist shadow just flickers in front of my eyes.

Since the dark shadow of the bright light just now had not completely receded, I was a little scrambled for a while. Nobutaka Yamamoto lifted his knee to the side, and I couldn't parry it.

I was hit in the abdomen and it hurt in my gut.

I quickly took two steps back, took a deep breath, and at the same time put on a defensive posture to make timely protection against Yamamoto Nobutaka's second sneak attack.

There was a boiling under the ring, and shouts and shouts were continuous. It was mixed with applause for Yamamoto Nobutaka's sneak attack, or a spur to my negligence.

A hint of pride bloomed on Yamamoto Nobutaka's face, the success of the sneak attack just now made him more like a fish in water, and he was about to break out.

I quickly adjusted my posture and blinked my eyes a few times.

But I don't know why, the light on the ring makes my eyes extremely uncomfortable. Under the illumination of the light, my eyes always felt that there were countless fine sand at work, which was very uncomfortable. I even suspect that my trachoma has recurred.

Damn the lights!

I rubbed my eyes quickly.

But this rubbing doesn't matter, it only increases the blurring of the eyes.

I cried out in my heart.

But Yamamoto Nobutaka saw the right moment again and launched a fierce attack on me.

To be precise, it was he who judged my abnormality and started a new round of sneak attacks.

All tactics, all attack strategies, were almost destroyed by this abominable light.

I never imagined that my eyes could be so fragile, and the sudden adjustment of light could make me so uncomfortable.

Perhaps, the heavens are destroying me?

But in the face of a murderous opponent, I have no right to make excuses for myself. The only thing that can be done is to deal with it with all its might.

Nobutaka Yamamoto rushed over like a beast, whistling like an arrow off the string. One of his punches, after approaching a certain distance, also came with a quick attack.

I defended aggressively, but invisibly took advantage of the disadvantage. The residual pain of the punch just now was gone, and he was hit by Nobutaka Yamamoto again.

I was furious and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Exactly, in the ring, I've never been so panicked.

But at this moment, because of my discomfort with the lights, I have a panic that I have never felt before.

Yamamoto Nobutaka's attack, after his successive successful attacks, appeared even more violent. His quick punches and legs came madly, and I only had the share of passive defense, and as for the counterattack, I didn't even dare to think about it.

It was a stalemate until the second half, and I was already hit a few times. Fortunately, my eyes gradually regained their condition, and I began to brew a counterattack.

But Nobutaka Yamamoto didn't give me a chance to counterattack, and his shots became more and more impeccable and ferocious.

A high kick hit me straight at the head.

I raised my arms to meet the attack, and Nobutaka Yamamoto quickly closed his legs.

I took advantage of the situation and attacked it with a sharp fist.

Nobutaka Yamamoto dodged nimbly, and suddenly like a pounced wolf, he approached me like lightning, and his servant wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted it hard.

Caught off guard, I staggered back two small steps, but luckily didn't fall.

Under the ring, there was an uproar.

Director Qi shouted anxiously from the audience: Zhao Long, steady, steady!

His words not only did not play any role in motivating and guiding, but made me feel a little disgusted to listen to them. As Li Zheng said, what else will Director Qi shout besides shouting 'steady'?

But Yumeng's voice also became clear: Zhao Long, don't let him get close, don't let him get close!

Immediately afterwards, Director Qi mobilized all the Chinese delegates and shouted the slogan together: Steady, steady, Zhao Long, steady

I frowned slightly, and Nobutaka Yamamoto's sharp leg flew through the air again.

I simply didn't take a shot and took a half-step back to dodge.

At this moment, the bell of the first game suddenly rang.

My body relaxed suddenly, thinking to myself that this game was really a failure, and I actually let Yamamoto Nobutaka sneak attack successfully twice, and there was no chance of counterattacking at all.

I subconsciously rubbed my eyes, but who would have thought that Yamamoto Nobutaka suddenly stabbed me with a rapid kick.

By the time I felt threatened, it was too late. Although I reflexively took half a step back, I was able to make a successful sneak attack, and I was hit in the abdomen and staggered to the ground.

My abdomen suddenly hurt terribly.

The referee rushed over to stop Nobutaka Yamamoto and shouted loudly: "Violation, violation! You are a serious violation!"

I coughed violently, got up from the ground, and yelled at Yamamoto Nobutaka: You are fucking crazy, the bell rings

The referee turned around again to stop me from being impulsive.

But can I not be impulsive?

What is this Yamamoto Nobutaka? The bell for the end had already rang, but he took advantage of my unpreparedness to make up for it. According to the rules, Nobutaka Yamamoto should be disqualified! At the very least, the results of the first game should be canceled!

But the referee actually explained to me like this: When the bell rang just now, Nobutaka Yamamoto may not have had time to stop the attack, so