I'm almost crazy. I even wonder if the referee was bribed by them?

At this time, there was already chaos under the ring.

Many people of insight began to spontaneously stand up and shout: Severely punish the Japanese side for violating the rules, severely punish the Japanese side for violating the rules!

Director Qi also led You Meng and others to raise their arms in protest.

Nobutaka Yamamoto looked indifferent, with a disdainful chuckle rippling at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the host on the rostrum hurriedly spoke: Quiet, quiet, please be quiet. Now, ask the representatives of both sides to rest and prepare for the next round.

The protests intensified.

The referee hesitated, raised Yamamoto Nobutaka's right hand, and announced: The winner of this game, Yamamoto Nobutaka.

Protests and shouts escalated again.

And Yumu was even more emotional, and he took off his shoes and threw them at Yamamoto Nobutaka's head.

Nobutaka Yamamoto ducked with his head down, and the shoe hit the referee in the face before reflecting under the ring.

For a moment, the scene got out of control.

The referee turned his gaze to the rostrum for help.

A member of the rostrum had to speak: Please be quiet, please be quiet. In view of the violation of the Japanese representative Nobutaka Yamamoto, the organizing committee made a temporary decision, and the results of this bureau are still valid. However, the organizing committee will deduct the corresponding points of the Japanese team and individuals at its discretion. As for the amount of deduction, it needs to wait for the organizing committee to study and decide. In order not to affect the normal progress of this exchange meeting, I hope that everyone will calm down and believe that the organizing committee will make a correct and fair judgment. Next, the representatives of the players from both sides are invited to return to their places and rest.

The fierce protests are finally getting weaker and weaker. But there are still some people who raise their arms and condemn it.

Indeed, on the face of it, the decision of the organizing committee was fair and there was nothing wrong with it. However, as a rule, Yamamoto should decisively cancel his win, rather than negotiate the deduction of points. In that case, it would be difficult to define the criteria.

It's more like the organizing committee issued a blank check!

My emotions gradually cooled down under the unfair handling of the organizing committee.

Nobutaka Yamamoto walked like a duck and returned to the rest corner with great vigour. For the scolding of many audiences, he simply turned a deaf ear, and his psychological quality can be seen.

The referee pushed me and motioned for me to take a break and adjust. I hesitated for a moment, but I didn't take it seriously, and returned to the rest corner.

Yumu wiped the sweat for me and said indignantly: Brute! Nobutaka Yamamoto is a brute!

Director Qi also pinched his waist to condemn the injustice: The organizing committee is not a good thing! Connivance is purely connivance with violations!

I took a deep breath and said with a smile: Okay leader, it's already like this, instead of complaining, it's better to find a way to break through. In the next game, I'll get what I lost back.

Li Zheng leaned over and said: It shouldn't be! It stands to reason that the first game

I rubbed my eyes and said: Yamamoto Nobutaka won this game in his eyes. The light just now was very dazzling, which just happened to him to seize the opportunity. The organizing committee did some things like taking off their pants and farting, adjusted the lighting control, and didn't even notify them.

Yumeng vigilantly asked: What's wrong with your eyes?

I said: It's not very comfortable. The grinding panic is like having trachoma and being afraid of light.

Yumeng asked rhetorically: How can this be? I'll help you see.

The dream came close to my eyes and made me open a little wider. I could feel Yume's breathing and the sound of concern, her eyes widening rapidly, and she blew on a few carefully puffs.

I smiled and said, "Much better."

After a short break and adjustment, the preparatory bell for the second round rang.

The fashionable ladies circled the ring in a sassy manner, kicking off the second game.

Nobutaka Yamamoto and I walked to the center of the ring.

I clenched my fists tightly, my teeth clenched, and the power of anger continued to climb in my heart. As soon as the referee gave the signal, I was ready to launch a counterattack.

Who would have thought that a certain member of the organizing committee suddenly spoke: After the impromptu discussion of the organizing committee just now, it was decided to deduct 12 points from the overall score of the Japanese team and 20 points from Nobutaka Yamamoto personally. I hope that in the next competition, the representatives of various countries can abide by the rules. If a similar situation occurs again, the organizing committee will directly disqualify the violating contestants and cancel all results. The results are not easy to come by, and I hope that everyone will take this as a warning, use legitimate means, compete fairly, and resist illegal operations......

This painless way of dealing with it once again caused a burst of dissatisfaction and protests from everyone.

But in many cases, protest can only be a formality. It is not the majority that really has the power to decide, but the minority.

After a brief period of protest, the arena gradually returned to calm.

The referee raised a hand in a ready manner, ready to give the signal of battle.

With a wave of the gesture, the whistle sounded.

The whistle sounded like a military horn on the battlefield, and both sides cheered up and quickly and decisively threw themselves into battle.

Without warning, we pounced on our opponents!

bang

We're all in it!

Without waiting for Yamamoto Nobutaka to retreat, I quickly attacked.

A straight punch to his abdomen.

Yamamoto Nobutaka was a little caught off guard, but at the critical moment, he was able to avoid the attack and easily dodge.

But I had already prepared a hook for him, and after a straight punch failed, he slashed his palm and slammed it straight upwards with lightning speed.

Nobutaka Yamamoto didn't expect me to come to this hand, and in a panic, his chin was hit by me.

The blow wasn't too weak, and I could clearly hear a crisp sound from Nobutaka Yamamoto's jaw. Even if it's not the sound of the mandible, it must be a violent blow to the teeth.

With one blow, I immediately gained a bit of confidence and continued to skillfully use the virtual and real combination to wrestle with Yamamoto Nobutaka. Yamamoto Nobutaka couldn't figure out the doorway of my combination of punches for a while, and after a while, he hit several times in a row.

In fact, the tricks I used originally belonged to the category of palm techniques. But because I was wearing boxing gloves, I couldn't play the palm technique, so I could only transform some of the clever moves of the palm technique into a fist technique. I didn't expect such a workaround, and it really achieved unexpected results.

However, after receiving several attacks in a row, Nobutaka Yamamoto decisively changed his tactics and began to fight me in distance battles.

For a while, I couldn't do it up close.

As a last resort, I started to use the leg method to force the attack.

Nobutaka Yamamoto and I used the same whip leg to defend against the attack, hitting each other with both legs and retreating at the same time.

The strength is extraordinary! Yamamoto Nobutaka's leg technique is indeed quite exquisite, I only feel a rapid numb pain in my legs, although it is not a big problem, I can feel the full force.

In fact, this one leg collided with each other, which was really extraordinary, and the impact of the dull sound of hitting each other made the referee on the side dumbfounded. As long as you are an expert, you can feel the shock from this leg! This shock is not only reflected in the strength, but also in the speed and momentum. If either of Yamamoto Nobutaka or I were ordinary martial arts practitioners, I might be able to hear the sound of broken legs.

After a short, speedy rendezvous, we stopped beating and attacked at the same time again!

Still whip legs!

Sweep one leg and hit each other!

As soon as my feet landed on the ground, I toed a little on my back toes, and with the help of the rebound, I came out of my legs again!

Two snaps!

Nobutaka Yamamoto unexpectedly attacked with his legs again, accurately positioned, and intercepted my attack.

But in fact, he showed a flaw in this section, allowing me to get close.

Punch the elbow, punch the knee, and be lightning fast!

At this moment, I seem to have forgotten all the routines and moves, only remembering the word attack, and my fists and feet involuntarily hit again and again.

And Nobutaka Yamamoto, of course, was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he also began to use the same tactics, launching counterattacks in defense.

In an instant, we continued to launch more than a dozen attacks on each other!

This bewildered hand-to-hand combat caused Nobutaka Yamamoto to eat two uppercuts and a straight punch. One of the punches was indispensable, turning Nobutaka Yamamoto into a panda eye.

But I was not unharmed, and my mouth was hit by Nobutaka Yamamoto. The left corner of his mouth was torn open for more than a centimeter, and a large stream of blood flowed out of the crack! However, under the fierce fighting, this little injury was nothing at all, and I didn't even feel any special pain. Blood flowed into my mouth, and I took two gulps, spurting a thin column of blood into the air.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

A short encounter, a wonderful duel.

Applause and shouts erupted, mixed with cheers, which seemed extraordinarily insignificant.

What the audience wants is this kind of bloody thrill!

Nobutaka Yamamoto was actually not having a good time, his eyes blinked sharply, and tears were shining in his panda eyes, and they flowed down the trend.

But Yamamoto Nobutaka's morale was not seriously affected, he twisted his neck, and the neck cone joint kept making clicking sounds, as if demonstrating, with his cruel gaze, which stimulated the audience's emotions to skyrocket!

One of them began to shout: Yamamoto, pinch him, kill him, victory will be yours soon!

At this time, the second game ended.

Amid the applause, the referee raised my hands and announced the result.

Returning to the rest corner, I took two deep breaths and felt that the physical exertion was not very great, but the pain in the corners of my mouth became more and more obvious because I stopped fighting. There was a salty astringency in the mouth.

Yumeng wiped the corners of my mouth for me and asked, "Does it hurt?"

I smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt." It's weird.

Yumeng twisted it lightly on my arm: This game is okay, how about getting him in the next game?

I nodded: Encouragement, it should be fine.

Yumeng's face blushed: The beauty of thinking. Wait for you, wait for you to win Little Japan, you can encourage as much as you want.

I was stunned, I dared to change my tactics from a dream, and I would write a blank check!

I took a look at it, but I saw Yumeng's little foot. Just now, she threw her shoes on the referee in the ring in a moment of excitement, and the reflection was gone.