"Oh my God!" The audience unanimously let out an exclamation, and in the octagonal cage, Aoki Tsukasa was caught by the death spider by the neck, but he did what he planned and slammed into the arms of the death spider with this force.

Thirty-eight seconds into the first round, the death spider was hit on the side web of the octagonal cage, making a rattling sound, and the side web of the trait was very obviously knocked out, and the death spider only felt that a fishy smell in his throat reached his mouth, and his breath missed a beat.

And the moment Aoki Tsukasa hit him into the side net, he felt that the hands that were imprisoning him were much weaker for a moment.

"Die!" Gritting his braces and snorting indistinctly, Aoki slammed his neck and broke free from the restraints.

Left jab to the eye, right hook to the jaw, left hook to the liver, after these three axes are over, the death spider no longer has the strength to fight.

Aoki finally made up for a brutal right hook, and the death spider that was slimy against the side web fell to the ground like a rag doll that had been beaten with all its might, and the blood splashed in the air fell to Aoki's cheek, and he fainted with convulsions.

Aoki Tsukasa looked coldly at the death spider who was covered in blood and fell to the ground with his eyes closed, and did not continue to mend the knife, but took out the braces, jumped onto the side net of the octagonal cage, and stood barefoot on the side net with excellent balance, and suddenly opened his arms.

The distinct muscles are set off by sweat and blood, and there is a sense of color and luster cast by steel, Aoki Tsukasa stands on the edge of the cage with his hands wide open, like an eagle spreading its wings, and every small muscle pattern is extremely obvious, just like the feathers on the wings of a steel eagle. On the cold face, blood and sweat condensed and slowly slipped down, and for a while, under the illumination of the headlights on the octagonal cage, the bald head reflected a faint fluorescence, and it was as powerful as the god of war.

"Tsukasa Aoki!" Onlookers from the sidelines, the Fight Club employees who knew Tsukasa Aoki let out a hoarse shout.

"Tsukasa Aoki!" "Tsukasa Aoki!" "Tsukasa Aoki!"

The audience under the octagonal cage frantically shouted the name of Aoki Division, Aoki Tsukasa stood on the side net, bowed his head slightly, and looked down at the social elites who were polite and polite in the past, and at this time he called his name like a madman, and couldn't help but slowly hook the corners of his mouth.

Matsuyama Iwa was half-kneeling on the ground at this time, checking the injuries of the death spider, and when he looked up, he could only see the back of Tsukasa Aoki with his arms outstretched. The exaggerated latissimus dorsi is like a human body with wings, shining in the light.

"This kid..... That's an exaggeration, right? Songshan Yan muttered unconsciously, and there was a trace of envy in his eyes.

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At the end of the song, when Matsuyama Iwa announced the victory of Tsukasa Aoki and called an ambulance to take away the death spider, the third floor of the noisy fight club finally returned to calm, and those spectators put on their designer clothes again, vented their stress, and returned to their normal ordinary life again, no one mentioned the previous madness and excitement, as if nothing had happened.

Tsukasa Aoki sat in the locker room with a towel on his head, watching the TV series on TV with a relaxed expression as he lifted the bandages on his hands.

"Smack." Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Aoki Tsukasa turned his head to look at Matsuyama Iwa, who pushed the door in, looked at his serious and thoughtful expression, and showed a faint smile: "Boss, are you coming to prepare for my salary increase?" ”

"Don't even think about it until you defeat Aaron!" Matsuyama Iwa snorted, sat down next to Aoki Division, looked at him with a calm face, and opened and closed his mouth several times before he said what was in his heart: "You kid, how did you do it?" ”

"Huh?" Aoki turned his head in confusion.

Matsuyama Yan frowned: "I mean, why are you suddenly so strong?" ”

"Looking at your movements today, whether it is strength or proficiency, it can really be said that it has improved by leaps and bounds." Matsuyama Yan sighed: "I'm really a little confused.... Could it be that geniuses can really do whatever they want like this? ”

Aoki just smiled lightly: "No, no, no, it's all the power of money." ”

"If you have money, you can do whatever you want." Aoki raised an eyebrow at Matsuyama Rock: "Hahaha." ”

Looking at Aoki Tsukasa who was laughing, Matsuyama Yan sighed helplessly and patted him on the shoulder: "If you kid has the heart to take the path of career, the money you can make is not limited to the point in front of you." ”

Matsuyama took out an envelope and handed it to Aoki Division: "The 200,000 yuan was originally intended to be used to pay your tuition, but it turned out that I paid the tuition myself." Take it, it's a spectator competition, and even in the name of a training match, I'll have to give you a bonus. ”

Aoki took it rather in surprise: "Huh? That guy named Spider alone needs a lot of medical expenses. ”

"If you don't, just give it to me." Matsuyama Iwa gave him a blank look, he didn't dislike Aoki's ruthlessness, only one person in the ring can take the last, this is the cruelty of mixed martial arts, and it is the situation that every fighter will eventually face. He just thinks that Aoki Tsukasa's cheap and obedient behavior is a bit annoying.

"Yes, yes, yes." Tsukasa Aoki stuffed the envelope into the cabinet, and he didn't mean anything to a rich man like Matsuyama Iwa. Anyway, even if Songshan Yan loses his money in the end and the club goes out of business, he can only be forced to go back and inherit his tens of billions of family business.

Tsk, thinking of this, Aoki Si glanced at Matsuyama Iwa, but Matsuyama Iwa glared at him as if he knew what he was thinking: "If you are willing to take this as a career, when your career reaches its peak, it is not impossible to earn tens of millions of dollars a year." Why, don't think about it? ”

Aoki Si smiled: "Forget it, if you really become a fighting superstar, there are reporters around you every day, why do you have to be careful, it's boring." ”

If you think about it, Aoki Tsukasa's materialistic desires are really nothing. Luxury cars? Tsukasa Aoki found it troublesome to drive. Mansion? Tsukasa Aoki felt that the house was too big and panicked. As for what famous brand, it is even less particular, it can be worn and comfortable, and it is over.

He didn't know how to spend the 200,000 yuan. I've saved a lot of money from before.

"You..." Songshan Yan shook his head with a wry smile, as if he was a little sighing, and finally just waved his hand: "Okay, go training!" Anyway, I don't think you're too tired after a fight, so don't make excuses to slip away. ”

Tsukasa Aoki snorted, he did have this intention...

But as soon as he thought that his physical strength and strength were still his own shortcomings, and his super high agility and brain power and other attributes must have brought a lot of potential to his body that could be improved, Aoki Tsukasa honestly began to sweat again.

It wasn't until it was dark that he dragged his weak arms to the bookstore not far from home, and in the distance, Aoki saw the black-haired girl who was about to close the bookstore door.

"Wumore Liulisang, wait a minute!" Tsukasa Aoki hurriedly shouted loudly.

Wumore Liuli turned his head to see, a bald head actually rushed towards him, he couldn't see his face clearly under the sparse light, he could only see him in a black tracksuit, and his faintly visible facial features looked fierce and vicious, and he was immediately frightened and his legs were weak, he sat on the ground, and said nervously: "Help!" Don't come here! ”