Suzuki Matsukei

The host then dragged a long voice and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen! The best moment of the King of Fighters competition is coming soon, please keep your eyes open, the following is Jeet Kune Do master Long Yu VS taekwondo master Suzuki Matsukei. The first to appear in the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is the taekwondo master Suzuki Matsukei, whose nickname is Shadowless God Fist. Everyone must have a question, the ratio of taekwondo leg method to boxing method is 7:3, taekwondo pays more attention to leg method, but why is Suzuki Matsukei nicknamed Shadowless God Fist? To tell you the truth, I don't know! ”

Jenny's face was already red, and she broke the host's palm with her inside, and gasped a few times: "You're going to kill me!" ”

The supporter smiled at Jenny: "I don't have time to talk about that boring thing now, the next game is about to start, don't forget your bet with me!" ”

Jenny glared at the host, "Stop gossiping, hurry up and introduce the contestants!" ”

The host scratched his head, "Long Yu!" Needless to say, everyone already knows him well! Next, I would like to introduce Suzuki Matsukei. Suzuki Matsukei was born into a family of Muay Thai do, and his father is the famous taekwondo seven-dan master, three-time world champion, Mr. Suzuki Suya! His older brother Matsuto Suzuki is also a World Champion, not to mention himself, a seven-time World Champion and a well-deserved taekwondo hegemon. ”

The host shook his hands, "Let's welcome Suzuki Matsuke-kun!" ”

The soothing sound of music smelled of Fuso, and several dark shadows flashed quickly from behind the stage. In the midst of the samurai came a young man in a white kimono, with a handsome face, piercing eyes, and an imperceptible smile. His long thick hair flows down his chest, and he holds a Japanese samurai sword in his right hand.

Suzuki Matsukeejun waved his hand to the audience, gritted his teeth, and said arrogantly, "I heard that there is a person named Long Yu who is particularly arrogant and dares to despise the entire martial arts world. I'm here today to meet the legendary Jeet Kune Do master! Give him a lesson you'll never forget! I want to tell you that the martial artists of the Yamato nation are invincible in the world, Chinese martial arts are not good, and the Chinese people are the sick men of East Asia! Suzuki Matsukei took a step forward and drew his katana, only to see a flash of cold light, the blade broke through the air, and the scattered shadow of the sword instantly enveloped his figure. The speed of the shot is really fast! Suzuki Matsukei's katana conjured up countless rays of light, like lightning that wrapped around him. The heavy sword qi was like a long rainbow, reflecting the light under the scorching sun, dancing, and there was only a cool breeze of 'whooshing' in the ears. Cherry blossoms fall from the sky, like a dream, everything looms, and Suzuki Matsukei revels in the determination to win or lose. In the pouring light marks, showing his style, the red dust is like a dream, in this fluttering dust. Suddenly it was a dream, it was a real martial artist, wielding a sword to reveal his pride. Suzuki Matsukei's katana flew up and down, his long hair floating in the wind, and he looked like he was in the colorful cherry blossoms. Forget the red dust, the sea is also surging, with the rising sun, with the colorful glow together, the past in the wind and clouds, treading the waves with the wind. The cherry blossoms fluttering in the sky, as clean as ice and snow, are unforgettable and sad, accompanied by a cold knife wind. The most sincere feelings flow through the heart and flow through the surroundings, and the romantic waka conveys the deep affection.

Suzuki Matsukei stopped and stared at the katana as if facing a god. On the top of the katana, the words 'Takuya Suzuki' flashed faintly. Suzuki Matsukei said affectionately, "Grandfather, rest your soul in heaven!" Today, your old man must bless me with success! Yuriko's sad eyes flashed in front of Suzuki Matsukei's eyes, "Do you really not have me in your heart?" Suzuki Matsuke-kun listen to me, don't participate in martial arts competitions anymore! We will be very happy when we live a peaceful life together! Yuriko grabbed Suzuki Matsukei's shirt and refused to let go, and Suzuki Matsukei stiffly pushed her aside. A door separates the two people, as if the vicissitudes of centuries. In Suzuki Matsukei's ears, the sound of Yuriko crying still echoes, like a sad wind and rain, which makes people feel lost. But Yuriko's sad expression still shone in front of his eyes, and he was in a trance, with a blur, constituting an unforgettable pain in his heart, like the snow left on the top of the mountain, which cast a haze on Suzuki Matsuke-kun's heart. Yuriko's charm is no longer visible, and there is a cold feeling that rises sharply.

In front of Suzuki Matsukei, the scene of the old father's farewell appeared, the dear old father was already full of gray hair, and he held his grandfather's steel knife tremblingly in both hands, "Suzuki Matsukei, my child." I have no gift for you as you are about to leave, only the fervent hope of your father and the honor of the family to walk with you. This steel knife has been with our family for many years, and it is a testimony to the indomitable spirit of our Yamato nation! Your grandfather used it to defeat countless martial arts masters, and today I give it to you, I hope you cherish it. You have to be worthy of the title of 'Knife Soul', the knife is in the sword, and the knife is dead! You must always remember that as a true samurai, you must defend the dignity and honor of the Yamato nation with your life! Suzuki Matsukei took the steel knife with both hands, stared silently for a long time, and suddenly pulled out the long knife and made several continuous slashing movements. Suzuki Matsukei's steel knife stopped in mid-air, and he himself seemed to be a statue, forever frozen in that moment.

Suzuki Matsukei's soul returned to his body, and he straightened up and returned the steel knife to its scabbard. The audience immediately burst into thunderous applause, "Good knife technique!" Japanese martial arts really live up to its reputation! That samurai from Fuso is so handsome! ”

Suzuki Matsukei bowed deeply to the audience, "It's ugly!" Thank you for your care! ”

Suzuki Matsukei and several ninjas behind him swaggered into the ring with blank expressions on their faces. Suzuki Matsukei handed the steel knife to a ninja beside him, "You all step down for me!" The ninja slid down the foot of the pillar of the ring, and when the ball of his foot touched the ground, he jumped briskly away and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Suzuki Matsukei looked around, with a resolute look in his eyes and a different kind of tenderness. He took off his kimono, turned around and threw his arms out to the audience, greeted with cheers. The kimono is like a maple leaf, like a life in a dream, floating alone in the wind and rain. In a leisurely way, it is a different mood, and the chic figure brings excitement.

The texture of the muscles is particularly clear, the footsteps of the fight are calm and firm, and a turban with a red sun printed on it is pulled from his waist and tied it on the top of his head. Suzuki Matsukei jumped up and down, alternating between his left and right feet, roaring from time to time, jumping up and kicking out flying feet continuously.

"Everyone welcomes Long Yu to appear!" The host picked up the microphone and shouted loudly.

An exciting song came from the stage, 'The Great Wall will never fall'. Yes...... Yes...... Yes...... Yes...... After a hundred years of sleep, the Chinese people have gradually woken up. Yes...... Yes...... Open your eyes, watch carefully, who is willing to surrender to himself! Because of retreat and forbearance, people are becoming more and more squeamish. …… The Great Wall will never fall, and the Yellow River will be surging. The rivers and mountains are beautiful and the mountains are stacked on top of each other, and I ask how my country is like being infected! …… Yes...... Yes...... The Great Wall will never fall, and the Yellow River will be surging for thousands of miles......

Long Yu walked out of the backstage and floated onto the stage to meet the cheers of the audience, he hugged Suzuki Matsukei with his fist, "Suzuki Matsukei is a friend with martial arts today, everyone is for an honor, that is, the title of 'King of Fighters'!" The fists and feet are ruthless, if there is something offended, please bear with me. Suzuki Matsukei bowed deeply to Long Yu, "Warrior of the Yamato nation, Suzuki Matsuke-kun, please give me a lot of advice!" Song Jing straightened up, his eyes full of contempt.

Long Yu turned his head to the referee and said, "Mr. Referee, you should go to the game supervisor to watch the game, it's too dangerous here, I'm afraid it will hurt you." If there is any situation, just tell us on the radio. ”

The referee came over and said to Long Yu: "I want to ask the competition supervisor first, the referee is also a high-risk industry, do you think I am willing to pull a frame for you!" I'm forced to do it! The seven referees I had chosen before me had all been dismissed, either sick or with relatives at home to take care of. ”

Long Yu smiled slightly: "Really?" Could it be that they all have experience of being beaten and are not willing to take any more risks? ”

The referee said mysteriously: "Because ......"

Suzuki Matsukei, who was standing on the side, raised his hand and shouted loudly to the supervisory committee: "I protest, Long Yu and the referee colluded, I ask the referee to recuse himself!" ”

The six members of the Supervisory Committee got together and exchanged their heads with each other, and finally decided to study, "The protest is effective, the referee is now evasive, and the electronic eye will monitor the whole process of the game, and the Supervisory Committee will judge the winner of the game!" ”