Syllable!

With a crisp sound, Aoki's left leg bent slightly, but he quickly straightened up and landed a right hook that slammed into Yabuki's left cheek.

Yabuki bent his arm in defense, and the punch slammed into his arm with a muffled thud, causing him to gasp in pain.

Then, when he wanted to continue to stretch his legs, Tsukasa Aoki kicked the ground with his right leg and crashed into his arms as if jumping, holding his arm tightly.

"Aoki was clever in his choice, and when he was hit hard, he used cuddles to delay the round. But....... I really hope that his left leg is not a big problem, if the problem is more serious, I am afraid that he will be more than lucky in this game. ”

The commentator's expression was a little embarrassed, and there was regret and excitement in his eyes, he regretted that he might not be able to see Aoki Division's various ingenuity, weird and gorgeous offensive techniques in this scene, and he was excited that even so, Aoki Tsukasa had not fallen yet.

He's still holding on.

Many of the spectators who supported Tsukasa Aoki even shouted hoarsely with tears in their eyes, but they vaguely felt that this game seemed to be over.

No one expected that such a situation would occur.

Not to mention Tsukasa Aoki, even Yabuki Sho himself didn't expect that the idea that he flashed just to break the trap would have such a big consequence.

But he had to win.

Unlike Tsukasa Aoki, he is for life.

If you lose here........

Yabuki gritted his teeth and kicked again hard, kicking Tsukasa Aoki's left leg.

Tsukasa Aoki barely lifted his knee and tried to block it with a knee lift, but the tearing pain kept his movements a beat slower.

blocked, but, also hurt.

He staggered, nearly getting down on one knee.

At this moment, Yabuki jerked his knees.

The knee slammed into Tsukasa Aoki's face.

He only felt the golden light flickering in his head, and for a moment his vision was blurred with a sour nose.

But he still didn't fall.

Reaching out, he grabbed Yabuki's knee that he couldn't take back.

Tsukasa Aoki dragged him to the ground.

He threw his fist indiscriminately at Yabuki, but almost without vision, his fist slammed into the air, only one punch smashed into Yabuki's abdomen, and he snorted.

"End of the second round!"

The referee hurriedly stretched out his hand and separated the two.

Tsukasa Aoki gasped for breath and slowly stood up against the floor and returned to the corner.

Sitting on the chair, he lowered his head and breathed heavily, Songshan Yan's eyes were slightly red: "How is it?" What do you think? Is the leg problem serious? ”

Aoki Tsukasa shook his head: "It's okay." ”

He threw away his braces, picked up the ice water handed by Ning Qiang, poured it down with his head and face, rinsed his mouth and spit aside, and took a big sip again, the cold water calmed him down for a moment, Li Zhen and Songshan Yan took ice packs to cover his legs and cheeks.

"You can't give him your leg anymore, it's going to get an accident if you go on like this." A hint of fear flashed in Matsuyama Yan's eyes.

Once upon a time, he broke his leg in the ring.

Cruciate ligament tear.

Meniscus extraction.

Ten surgeries, large and small, made him say goodbye to the ring completely.

At this moment, looking at Aoki Tsukasa's legs, he only thought that even if he lost, he couldn't let Aoki lose the opportunity to enter the ring again.

Is Tsukasa Aoki's style of play wrong? No, he is nimble and has a well-rounded technique, especially his leg skills are much better than Yabuki's.

Using leg techniques and multi-faceted cold moves to hit Yabuki is a tactic he and Aoki Tsukasa set together.

Is the tactics wrong?

No, maybe it's just a little bit of luck - if he presses a little bit off, if he doesn't react and jumps, or if Tsukasa Aoki kicks a little higher, the one who falls now will be Yabuki.

Matsuyama Iwa couldn't speak for a long time.

Should I abstain?

Or do you encourage him to keep fighting?

"What are you thinking?" Tsukasa Aoki grinned, his somewhat bruised face and a somewhat funny smile.

Matsuyama Rock wakes up like a dream.

Aoki asked Li Zhen to apply medicine to his face, and his tone was calm: "Isn't this the third round?" ”

"Okay, if you can't win the first few rounds, I'll show you the fifth round." Tsukasa Aoki exhaled softly, and the wind of recovery that had just cooled wrapped around his body again, replenishing his physical strength and relieving his pain.

"Don't worry, the championship you crave so much, let me get it back for you."

The bell rang for the third round, and Tsukasa Aoki stood up with the octagon cage behind him, patted his chest heavily, and strode forward.

His left leg was still a little limping, but his eyes never dodged at all.

"I'm not done yet!"

In Yabuki's eyes, Aoki Tsukasa is undoubtedly expounding this point on the standing frame.

He gritted his braces again.

"Fight, keep attacking his left leg, victory is at hand, champion! Champion! The southern coach behind him was reminding him.

Yabuki spat out his braces and bit them back into his mouth.

I see.

Defeat him and I will win.

Aoki's face, after being washed with water, the blood stains are still faintly visible.

The ground of the octagonal cage has long been imprinted by the blood of the two of them.

Want to win me?

Give it a try!

The two rushed back to each other.

Yabuki Akira was expressionless and destroyed Aoki's left leg over and over again.

Tsukasa Aoki staggered, jumped, kept dodging the direction, and punched back with heavy punches.

It wasn't long before they started that their faces were covered with blood again.

The referee even wanted to stop the game early.

But how to terminate it?

Who won and who lost?

He looked at the two nervously, and in the headphones, the shouting of the event organizer gave him a headache.

"Let them fight until someone can't get up, do you hear? Did you hear that? It is not allowed to terminate the competition early, the ratings have broken twenty, and the country is twenty! ”

The referee gritted his teeth.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen a bloody game, he had seen someone break their arm, bend their fingers at 90 degrees, and even lose consciousness and go into shock.

But this was the first time he had seen such a ferocious, unyielding, fight.

Aoki's left leg was obviously bruised and swollen from the kick, and he limped on the floor, but he was still able to step on the floor with his left leg and hit Yabuki with a straight punch.

This guy Yabuki was knocked to the ground with a punch once, but he still stood up backwards and greeted him with a blank face again.

It's so exciting!

The referee didn't want to restrain anything at this moment, he even wished he was just a spectator.

At this time, cheer and cheer for the two of them to their heart's content.

"Rush! Top dog! Come on! Maeda Tiger unconsciously roared so hoarse that he actually shed tears, but he didn't realize that he was just desperately waving the flag with Aoki Tsukasa written in his hand.

Miao Fujiwara and Daitake Matsusaka widened their eyes and opened their mouths, but they couldn't even let out cheers.

This........ Is it mixed martial arts........

Dome wiped his eyes, clasped his hands in front of him, and prayed over and over again.

Come on.

Manage.

"Round 3 is over!"

The bell stopped the movement of the two again, Rao is two people were extremely physical, but at this time, they only felt that their heads were blank.

No one stopped.

And so it was a whole round.

There are two rounds to go.

Tsukasa Aoki gasped for breath like a dehydrated fish.

The sweat on his body was like raindrops, mixed with blood and falling to the ground.

Matsuyama Yan didn't know what tactics to say to him, and at this moment, the competition was no longer about technology.

Not consciousness.

Not tactical.

It's not about how much sweat and tears you've shed in the past.

It's the will.

When your desire for victory goes beyond all else.

You'll be able to stick with it.

Stand to the end.

In the fifth round, will he be able to successfully turn the tables around?

Matsuyama Iwa pressed Aoki's left leg with an ice pack, and his left leg was trembling slightly at this time, but he was no longer in pain.

It hurts.

Numb.

"Come on, Division." Matsuyama Iwa held the ice pack hard, looked at Aoki Tsukasa who was leaning against the corner, gasping for breath with his eyes closed, and could only repeat over and over again: "Come on." ”

Li Zhen even shed tears while smearing the wound on his face with a coagulated potion on his face: "Don't be beaten again, it's almost sticky." ”

"Hah...... ...... "Tsukasa Aoki gasped for air, replacing all responses.

The bell rang for the fourth round as promised.

"Fourth round! Begin! ”

"Rush! Tsukasa Aoki! ”

"The Great Demon King will never fall!"

"Rush! Chiba! ”

"Hold on!"

"Hold on! Tsukasa Aoki! ”

Tsukasa Aoki got back to his feet.

In front of him, Yabuki, who was also panting heavily, walked towards him.

Hold on for one more round.

Fifth round, that's it.

In the fifth round, you can win.

Again and again, resisting the urge to open the gods, Aoki slammed his chest and clenched his braces.

Come on!

One more round!

Raised his right fist and smashed it into Yabuki.

Yabuki didn't dodge, and also raised his right fist and smashed it at Tsukasa Aoki.

The two dodged as best they could, punching and kicking.

Tsukasa Aoki dragged him to the canvas again and again with heavy punches, but the depleted stamina and Yabuki's impeccable ground defense kept them apart again and again, starting all over again, and throwing new punches on the ground.

"End of the fourth round!"

Tsukasa Aoki has lost vision in his right eye.

His right eye was bruised and swollen, and the swollen part of his eye squeezed into a slit, and some of the mutilated vision made him look a little reluctant to walk back around the corner.

It's the fifth round.

"It's over!" Matsuyama Iwa took an ice pack, put it on his face, and patted his face gently: "Hey, Division, it's the last round." ”

Aoki opened his eyes a little tiredly, and gasped: "I see." ”

Finally, it was the fifth round.

He looked at Yabuki with a somewhat dazed gaze, and Yabuki was also gasping for breath at this time, hanging his head, covering his face with an ice pack, and his body was bruised.

Neither of them stopped, and every moment was a desperate fight to the flesh.

It's bound to be a classic matchup.

And this matchup will be completely closed in the fifth round.

"Come on, keep going like this, you will definitely win the fifth round!" The southern coach's words made Yabuki slowly raise his head.

He looked at Tsukasa Aoki, who was not far away, only to find that he was also looking at him.

At the bottom of his heart, a question suddenly popped up in his heart.

Are you sure?

Am I going to win?

Aokiji's gaze was so cold and calm, although his face was full of scars from his own beating, his momentum was getting higher and higher.

This guy ........

Is there anything else hidden?

Yabuki swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and the ice water went into his throat.

I can't fall here.

No.

The southern coach patted him on the shoulder: "Rush, the beautiful world you yearn for is in three minutes." ”

"Don't leave regrets, Division. My dream has come true, really, it has come true. Matsuyama Iwa put his head on Tsukasa Aoki's head, and his voice trembled slightly: "You have played the perfect performance in my dream, no, it is a perfect performance that I never dreamed of." ”

"Go, go tell them."

"The Demon King has arrived."

Songshan Yan let go of his hand, withdrew his body, grabbed the bottle hard, no longer suppressed his voice, and roared loudly in the referee's surprised eyes: "Rush!" Manage! ”

Tsukasa Aoki stood up and swallowed a mouthful of ice water.

"I'll ......."

"Win."

He grabbed Matsuyama's hand and stood up straight.

The braces clenched, and he stretched out his hand and pointed it at Yabuki, his fingers hooked slightly.

"Come on! Burn it all! ”

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PS: This chapter is almost 4,000 words.,That's it for today.,I haven't bothered to have dinner on my birthday.,I'm no one....... At the end of the month, pick a day to get out of the house and have a good meal.

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