Aaron hit a ferocious Russian-style hook with his right hand, which has a lot of power and a long arc, and if the player hastily raises his hand to protect his face, he is likely to end up protecting his chin but not his ears, and he will be knocked out.

Aoki's arms were still hanging down, and his front foot was stuck in Aaron's front foot, giving him an illusion of distance, and his upper body was extremely sensitive to dodge backwards, no matter how long Aaron's arms were, it was impossible to touch Aoki Tsukasa at this distance, and he swung it a fist away from Aokiji's chin.

Damn it!

Ah Long glared angrily, swinging fists, jab punches, straight punches, and a set of fierce triple punches came out, but Aoki Tsukasa shook his head again and again with ease, diving to dodge, which seemed to be dancing on the tip of the knife The scene caused a burst of cheers.

Dodging a set of combination punches, Aoki Tsukasa took a step back, propped up his upper body, and shrugged his shoulders at Aaron with his hands outstretched, his expression a little mocking, as if to say: Why can't you fight?

"Ahh Tsukasa Aoki, this is mocking! The Great Demon King said that mortals can't beat me! Ishida Hayabusa almost became a fan of Tsukasa Aoki, and even forgot to understand that he wanted to maintain a fair position, so he laughed out loud and boasted: "Ryu Matsuyama is very angry, it's another combination punch, but I still can't beat it, Tsukasa Aoki is too strong!" ”

"Great Demon King!" "Great Demon King!" "Great Demon King!"

The audience chanted in unison.

Aaron really couldn't help it this time.

He rushed forward angrily, slamming his fist into Aoki's jaw.

You hide, why am I in your arms, where are you hiding?

A cold light flashed in Aoki's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled.

He was confident that Aaron's fist wouldn't hit him, but that didn't mean he was really showing off his skills.

It's a trap.

And Aaron, in the middle of the set!

Aoki Si didn't dodge backwards, but dived forward violently, and the whole person leaned towards Aaron's left side, just when Aaron thought that Aaron was going to hold himself and prepare for the fall, Aoki's right elbow was weirdly raised.

Old John originally wanted to scold a few words to calm down Aoki Tsukasa and stop playing this kind of thing with enthusiasm, but when he saw this scene, his eyes widened, and only two simple words popped out of his open mouth: "whatfxxk?" (it?) ）”

Vertical elbow strike!

This elbow, the cold can't be colder, and the weird can't be weird! It was as if Tsukasa Aoki's right arm had detached from his body at this moment, and his elbow was like a sharp blade, piercing from the bottom to the top.

"Smack!"

The elbow made a crisp sound that even the audience outside the Octagon could hear it clearly.

Ah Long only felt a pain in his jaw, his eyes were dark, and the next moment, the world was spinning.

"Vertical elbow strike! It's a vertical elbow strike! Ishida Hayabusa was almost crazy, he stood up and shouted frantically in his partner's somewhat speechless eyes: "This is the move that Teru Nishiyama almost knocked out of him before!" But now, it has appeared in the hands of the Great Demon King! And it has also been improved, instead of raising the elbow head-on, but raising the elbow on the side while dodging, it is more concealed and deadly! ”

"This is a cubit from hell, this is a call from hell! Matsuyama Ryu, you're leaving! You're leaving! The gates of hell have been opened! ”

"What is this! What is it?! It's a murder! ”

Ishida's words didn't sound abrupt to the neon audience, but rather, the entire neon commentary world seemed to be in vogue with this tune, and the audience was even more excited by his words, and the whole venue fell into a frenzy, and his partner was forced to fall silent because he couldn't keep up with his brain circuit.

And Ah Long couldn't hear what the commentary was roaring at this time, he only felt that his eyes were pitch black, and the only idea of struggle made him stagger backwards, but obviously, his brain was muddy, and he couldn't control his steps at all.

He tilted his left leg and forced himself to stand up straight, but his right leg was also crooked, as if he was drunk, and he danced a tango in the octagon.

Aoki looked at him with an indifferent expression, stretched out his hand, pointed at him, and then, with a thumbs up, swiped sideways across his neck from left to right, making a throat-slitting gesture.

Just after the throat-cutting gesture ended, Ah Long sat on the ground with a bang, his back against the octagonal cage net, the whole person shook, and wanted to get up, but he couldn't stand up after trying twice.

He gasped and wanted to take a break to continue the game, but the referee had already walked over: "The game is over!" ”

Ah Long opened his eyes blankly, still roaring to himself: "I can still fight!" ”

But apparently, he looked like he was drunk, and the referee had not allowed the game to continue.

Aoki stood in the center of the stadium amid the sudden cheers of the audience, raised his arms excitedly, pointed to the sky with both hands, and let out a long roar: "Ah!! ”

"Great Demon King!"

"Great Demon King!"

"Great Demon King!"

There was an incomparably unified chant from the sidelines.

As if he couldn't wait, Ishida yelled, "Go tell the whole Neon!" The Great Demon King of Yachiyo has been born! The competition in the Chiba Division has finally come to an end! Next up is the national battle! I believe that our Chiba Great Demon King will slaughter all opponents and become the strongest supernova! ”

"Let's cheer for the Great Demon King together!"

"Great Demon King!"

"The Great Demon King"

In the field, the cheers were endless, Aoki Tsukasa hooked the corners of his mouth, turned over the fence of the octagonal cage, opened his arms, stood on the narrow fence, the light bathed his body, the cheers around him poured into his ears like a wave, his heart was pounding, he stretched out his arm, pointed to the position of the Wuyang students in the audience, and nodded.

Then, Tsukasa Aoki exerted his legs, stepped on the fence, and landed on an extremely chic backflip, returned to the octagonal cage, and took over the microphone handed by the host.

The host asked with a smile on his face: "The competition in the Chiba Division has ended, you have officially broken through the top 16 and entered the national top 8, first of all, I want to congratulate you." ”

"Thank you." Aoki Tsukasa calmly took the water handed by Matsuyama Iwa beside him, and at this time, the game was over, and Aaron's coaching team in the octagon cage also went to the octagon to check his situation. Although Aaron was able to get up at this time, it was obvious that the elbow had hit him hard, and it was very likely that he had a concussion, and he was a little shaky when he walked.

"The next matches will be held outside of Chiba, and the opponents they will face are all very strong, all of them are the best in each region, do you have anything to say to them?"

The host said, handing the microphone to Tsukasa Aoki.

Aoki Si knew that it was time to speak ruthlessly again, and after a moment of deliberation, he said calmly into the microphone: "To be honest, no, but I have something to say to the program team." ”

"Put my name on the check, I'll be coming soon." Tsukasa Aoki smiled at the camera, but the host continued to ask: "There has been a lot of public opinion on the Internet before, and you haven't made any remarks about it, do you have anything to say about those words?" ”

Aoki took the microphone, thought for a moment, and said with a serious expression: "In a sense, I am indeed a bad boy, and I don't want to deny it. But I think I'm really a good person. ”

As he said this, in the frame of the camera, Aaron with a dull expression and a bloody face appeared behind Aoki's shoulder, revealing a face that was very dazed at this time.

"Really." Aoki nodded very seriously.

Uh, the host's expression was faintly embarrassed.

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PS: The author let go of the keyboard weakly, his sore shoulders, his trance-like vision, and the smoke gradually made the computer screen a little blurry.

"Still don't have a commuter pass today?"

"Huh"

"Abominable"

Gradually, the author can no longer perceive whether the sour tears in his eyes blur his vision, or the smoke in front of him has blurred everything.

"I'm no longer loved by readers," the author curled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, recalling the voice and smile of the reader next to him, and the room gradually fell into darkness, only the light of cigarette butts flickered and flickered.