The bell of the second round is like a snare drum when a warrior strikes.

Aoki's heart was pounding, the crazy bombardment just now made his vision of his left eye a little blurred, and the wound on the broken eyebrow bone was smeared with coagulant drugs, but none of this could hide his eyes full of fighting spirit.

With a somewhat tired body, Aoki sensed that his movements were no longer sharp, and the consequence of another punch could be that he had to decide the winner in the third round.

Can you finish that guy in just one round?

Aoki Tsukasa looked at the tightly held frame in front of him, his hair was messy, and his eyes were as cold as a hungry wolf, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

I don't know.

"Yabuki has attacked!" The exclamation of the narrator illustrates the situation on the field.

Perhaps it was the coach who told Yabuki to strike while the iron was hot and continue to consume Aoki's stamina in this round. Yabuki had been hit far more than Tsukasa Aoki in the course of his fight, but judging from his complete stance and nimble footsteps at this point, it was as if those heavy punches had fallen on someone else.

Aoki took a deep breath, and he nimbly dodged Yabuki's two jabs and rose to his feet.

This kick is like a flying immortal outside the sky, and like a silver moon scimitar, slanting towards Yabuki's head from below.

The feet are sudden, the force is sudden, and the movements are quick and coherent.

Yabuki only felt as if Tsukasa Aoki was just taking a step, and in the next second, his right leg had already flown to the left side of his face.

His raised hand accurately stopped Aoki's right leg, but the tremendous force was accompanied by a crisp sound, and his arm slammed into his head.

The short-term dizziness actually made him stumble, and his knees were weak for a while, and he actually took a step back and knelt down on one knee!

Although it was only for a moment, he stood up again and retreated to adjust his posture, but even the commentary could see that his expression was a little shocked.

"Incredible! This kick completely ignored Yabuki's defensive moves! Is this a penetrating attack? Why is it so scary! The roar of the commentary did not affect the players on the field at all.

Tsukasa Aoki strode forward, and Yabuki gasped for breath to prepare for defense, but he suddenly turned around and did a backswing kick.

The back swing kick has a large amplitude, a wide range of attacks, and sufficient force, and the lethality is more than a step higher than Fang Cai's high whip leg, Yabuki hurriedly leaned back to dodge this kick, but saw that Aoki Tsukasa missed the kick, supported the ground with both hands, and actually spun his body and kicked out again!

"Brazilian War Dance!?" Yabuki gritted his teeth and retreated.

If he were to face the usual leg technique, he would still know how to defend, but the Brazilian war dance ....... He really just watched the video!

No one would have thought that Tsukasa Aoki would use such a sideways attack on such an occasion!

Although this style of play is biased, cold, and flawed, it is extremely dangerous for the players on the field.

Any technique exists, there is a meaning to its existence, and the meaning of the existence of the Brazilian war dance is sudden!

It's a trick!

Yabuki avoided another kick, but Aoki held his hands on the ground, as if dancing, and like an ape, and his legs kept cleaving like a tomahawk, and with only two blows, Yabuki was forced back to the side net.

If you get smashed, something big will happen!

Yabuki was keenly aware of this.

His mind raced to think of a countermeasure.

Parry? If I don't hold it, there is no way to avoid this dead end, and there is no place to unload the force, and with the power of Aoki Division, I will definitely die. Dodge? The scope of this move is too large, and it may not be possible to dodge it all.

Then ........

Odd to odd!

What suddenly recame back to Yabuki's mind was the action that Aoki Tsukasa had made.

So be it!

"Oh my God! It's so handsome! Tsukasa Aoki's Brazilian war dance is not conceited by those who came from a professional background, and Yabuki seems to be in danger, can he dodge it? ”

The exclamations of the commentary, accompanied by the cheers of the audience, made Yabuki more powerful.

I, Yabuki Zhang.......

I don't want to just fall here!

Yabuki jumped to his feet, stomped on the edge of the Octagon Cage, and like the famous wrestling star John Cena, he actually flew into the air and elbowed Tsukasa Aoki's flying leg.

Aoki only felt the moment the two touched, his left leg felt like a tear.

Yabuki's weight, combined with his smashing power, crushed his leg almost instantly, slamming it down on top of him, knocking him to the ground.

"Ahh Dome exclaimed.

The loud noise in the octagonal cage can be heard clearly outside the court, and you can imagine how hard Aoki Tsukasa was smashed by this blow.

The commentary was even temporarily silent, and I didn't know what to say.

This time, he had never seen it, he had never seen someone crack the Brazilian war dance in such a strong way, it was full of genius, and this improvisation made him completely unexpected.

Tsukasa Aoki couldn't think of it either.

He only felt that his left leg was pulled and torn, and the severe pain made him almost bite the braces, and Yabuki slammed into his body, knocking him to the ground, he snorted, but his hands clasped Yabuki's neck.

Yabuki is also in great pain.

He didn't so much hit Aoki's whip leg with his elbow, but pressed it with his body.

This time, it made him grin with the same pain, but after all, this was only a skin injury.

He fell to the ground from such a high place, and the impact made him dazed for a moment, and his throat seemed to smell of rust, but he gritted his teeth and slammed his arms around Aoki's neck.

He's trying to finish the hell gate and finish the fight with ground skills!

Tsukasa Aoki's muffled roar in his throat was audible only to the two of them, and he twisted his upper body to avoid Yabuki's suppression, and pressed his hands against Yabuki's throat.

Lower triangular lock!

This action is extremely coherent and takes shape very quickly, so it can be said that as long as Aoki's left and right legs are stuck behind Yabuki's waist, and his hands are forced, Yabuki has no way to escape.

But........

Oops!

I can't use my left leg!

Aoki Tsukasa was horrified to find that his left leg was in a heart-rending pain as soon as he exerted his strength, and he gritted his teeth to exert force, but the strength was not enough to lock Yabuki.

Hurt!

Yabuki reacted that he was almost finished on the ground by Aoki Tsukasa, and slammed Aoki away, rolled backwards, and stood up.

Tsukasa Aoki gasped for breath and wanted to stand up on the ground, but as soon as his left leg was supported, it was a pain in his heart.

What went wrong?

Tsukasa Aoki couldn't tell the specific injury for a while because of the pain in his left leg, but he gritted his teeth and stood up again without revealing the slightest weakness.

Some limped and re-set their stands.

"Tsukasa is injured....... Qiong's eyes turned red, and she watched as Tsukasa Aoki's left leg was pressed into a somewhat excessive angle, and then she was slammed into her body by Yabuki, and at that moment, she seemed to be suffocating.

"Dome." Poison Island's voice made her look sideways.

"Look, Si will win." Poison Island's calm expression made Qiong a little puzzled why she was so confident.

Si is already injured, standing, it's a little crooked!

Poison Island didn't explain, but just lightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

Look, the painful expression is a little distorted, but the eyes are still so calm, fierce man.

It's the man I agree with and believe in!

He won't fall here!

Yabuki saw that Aoki's left leg was a little uncoordinated, and he was keenly aware that this might be his best chance.

He strode towards Tsukasa Aoki.

Tsukasa Aoki took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

This is only the second round.

A few minutes left, the end of the round?

"Twenty seconds!"

"Twenty seconds to end the second round!"

Matsuyama Iwa seemed to be in touch with him, and roared loudly on the side.

Twenty seconds?

Aoki Tsukasa grinned, and his face was covered in blood as he was re-opened by the impact.

Twenty seconds isn't enough for this guy to hit me.

Aoki Tsukasa rushed forward again in the face of the fists that came down like a torrential rain.

Yabuki's face was unbearable, but, immediately, there was only coldness left in his eyes: I'm sorry.

But at this moment, we are opponents!

He slammed his feet, and the target was Aokiji's limping left leg.

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