After watching two heavyweight fights and finally waiting for Yabuki's fight, Tsukasa Aoki began to stand up and prepare for the warm-up, while watching the broadcast of the event on the show with full attention.

As the staff cleaned up a wave of sweat and blood in the octagonal cage, Chibila gave the audience a short break before stepping back into the octagon, holding the microphone and clearing her throat.

"The heavyweight division is over, and now it's time for the long-awaited lightweight division!"

With Kirabi's voice, the guild hall, which had been a little quieter, boiled again.

In the lightweight division, the action tends to be cooler, the event is more exciting, and the fighters mostly look more aesthetically pleasing.

And this supernova competition, the most controversial and exciting, is also lightweight.

So, while the previous heavyweight bout was also exciting, it felt like an appetizer before the main course, and it was only now that everyone had a feeling that the fight had finally begun.

"What's next!" Kirabi stretched out his voice, and according to the information in his hand, he said loudly: "From Okinawa!" Height of 1.78 meters! Weighing 150 pounds, with an arm span of 181 cm, Iron Man, Sho Kishimoto! ”

With the energetic background music, Sho Kishimoto strode out of the passage, standing at the entrance and posing around, the pillar of fire on the edge of the stage suddenly rose up, he looked at the cheering audience around him and waved his hand, it can be seen from his constant loud roar on the big screen that he is a little nervous.

Sho Kishimoto stepped onto the Octagon and did three or four backflips in a row, causing a wave of excitement in the crowd until Kirabi picked up the microphone to introduce the next competitor, and he quieted down.

"Next one! Just like I was at the beginning, I was born on the streets! ”

Before Kirabi could finish his introduction, there was a burst of cheers on the field.

"From Hokkaido!"

"Height 181!"

"Weigh 151 pounds!"

"Arm span 185 cm!"

"Mad Dog!"

"Yabuki!"

With a wolf howl, the heavy drum beat sounded, Yabuki walked out of the passage with a messy hair, his expression relaxed, his eyes were indifferent, he couldn't see the slightest fluctuation, and his steps strode steadily from the passage to the ring, without any superfluous movements.

This also led to the fact that before his BGM was finished, he had already taken off his clothes and walked into the octagon cage wearing combat shorts, and he didn't wave his hand around to the audience, so he stretched himself a few times, jumped a few times in the ring, felt the strength of the feedback from the ground in the ring, hit the iron net with his back, and stood still with a calm expression.

His eyes looked at Sho Kishimoto, no different from anyone who looked like before, but as the host walked off the court, the referee slowly stepped forward and walked towards the center, and his eyes began to gradually change.

It's getting colder and colder, and it's getting more and more excited, just like a hungry wolf looking at you an elk, he licks his lips, like a beast licking his teeth, his back is slightly bent, and at this moment, he seems to have completely entered a certain state.

"Be careful not to hit the back ......of the head," the referee read out the rules, then looked at the two fighters: "Bumper fist!" ”

Sho Kishimoto and Akira Yabuki stretched out their hands, and the two parted as soon as they touched, retreating to either side of the octagon, and as the sound of Ding Dong rang out, everyone held their breath and looked at the two players on the court.

The two of them took steps almost at the same time, keeping a small half-arm's distance in the center of the octagonal cage, constantly swaying their bodies back and forth, and began to probe.

Yabuki's tousled eyes looked particularly focused under the gloves in front of his face, and he bent sideways to face his opponent, the most familiar huddle he had used as a basis for his boxing stand, and Sho Kishimoto had clearly done his homework on him, keeping his distance, constantly lifting his forefoot heels slightly, testing Yabuki's reaction.

But Yabuki was completely unmoved, and when Sho Kishimoto suddenly kicked him in the abdomen and tried to sweep him, he rushed forward, instantly rushing into Sho Kishimoto's inner perimeter, his left jab opened the way to interfere with the line of sight, and his right hook was full of strength and smashed straight into Sho Kishimoto's ribs.

Although Sho Kishimoto bowed and retreated in time, he was inevitably smashed on his body.

His face darkened a little with pain, but he still gritted his teeth and dodged a left hook while his right hand returned a right hook and smashed it into Yabuki's head, Yabuki just dived sideways, and when he dodged the hook, he hit Sho Kishimoto's waist and abdomen with a right hook.

Sho Kishimoto took another step back, and the moment he dodged, he jerked forward, hugged Yabuki as he burst forward, and his right leg exerted force, hooking into the gap between Yabuki's legs, trying to knock Yabuki to the ground with a stumbling leg.

In addition to practicing boxing, what does Yabuki practice the most?

Maybe it's not kicks, but anti-drop and anti-lock!

The moment Sho Kishimoto got close to Yabuki, Yabuki was ready, and at the same time as the core strength was exerted, the hooked leg instead completed the forward pressure of the center of gravity of the big wai car, which actually made Sho Kishimoto's Ouchi return in vain, but he was almost pushed by Yabuki and almost fell to the ground, and just when Sho Kishimoto tried to recover his center of gravity and take a step back, Yabuki Sho's leg retracted to make a support foot, and the other foot swept fiercely towards Sho Kishimoto's support foot.

At the same time, Yabuki also hooked his neck with both hands and pressed to the side, this sudden foot sweep made Kishimoto Sho's unstable feet directly swept out, and he was thrown to the ground.

Sho Kishimoto raised his legs a little embarrassed and tried to squeeze Yabuki apart, but Yabuki squeezed in through the gap like a hungry tiger pounced, controlling his hands with a side suppression posture, and his hands smashed into Sho Kishimoto like a torrential rain.

Sho Kishimoto's raised arms took a few punches, and he snorted in pain, realizing that he was in danger, he hurriedly turned sideways and tried to grab Yabuki to complete the lock technique, but Yabuki took the opportunity to smash his side of the face with a hook.

This punch choked Sho Kishimoto, but fortunately he didn't let go, grabbed Yabuki, and finally stuffed his head into Yabuki's arms at the same time, grabbed his neck and pulled it down, his legs stuck in Yabuki's back, and desperately restrained.

He was a little helpless, so he could only use this seemingly humiliating way, and hugged Yabuki to death, taking this opportunity to gasp and delay time.

Yabuki tried to attack in this position, but obviously, at such a close distance, the fist was only a little space, and the pain on the body was ineffective.

And beware of techniques such as the lower triangular lock of this posture, which made Yabuki Sho entangled with him for a while.

Tsukasa Aoki warmed up while looking at Yabuki's expression in the camera, and suddenly said, "He's going to fall." ”

"Huh?" Matsuyama Iwa, who was watching the game intently, obviously didn't realize what Aoki Tsukasa meant.

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PS: When it was released, it was cheap until tomorrow night, and I almost let my full attendance be in the soup.........