What should I do if I look too fierce?

"Oh my God!" The audience exclaimed in unison. Inside the octagonal cage, Aokiji was held around the neck by the death spider, but he took advantage of the trick and followed the force and slammed into the arms of the death spider.

Thirty-eight seconds into the first round, the Death Spider was knocked against the side net of the octagonal cage, making a crashing sound. The special side net was obviously protruded by the impact, and the Death Spider only felt a fishy smell in his throat. When it reached my mouth, my breath skipped a beat.

The moment Aokiji knocked him into the side netting, he felt that the hands that were imprisoning him became much weaker for a moment.

"Death!" He shouted angrily through his teeth, and Aokiji suddenly pressed his neck and broke free from the restraints.

The left jab hit the eye, the right swing punch hit the chin, and the left hook hit the liver. After these three blows, the Death Spider no longer had the power to fight.

Aokiji finally added a brutal right punch. The sticky death spider leaning on the side web was like a rag doll that had been hit with all its strength. It fell heavily to the ground, and drops of blood splashed in the air. Aokiji's cheeks twitched and he fainted.

Aokiji looked coldly at the death spider lying on the ground with blood on his face and his eyes closed. He did not continue to apply the wound, but took out the braces and jumped onto the side net of the octagonal cage. His balance was extremely outstanding. He stood barefoot on the side netting and suddenly opened his arms.

Under the background of sweat and blood, the distinct muscles actually have a color and luster like that made of steel. Aokiji stood with his hands wide open, standing beside the cage, like an eagle spreading its wings, every tiny muscle The lines are extremely obvious, just like the feathers on the wings of a steel eagle. On the stern face, blood and sweat condensed and slowly slid down. For a moment, under the illumination of the headlight on the octagonal cage, the bald head reflected a faint fluorescent light, making him look as majestic as a god of war.

"Aokiji!" Fight Club employees who knew Aokiji from the sidelines shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Aokiji!" "Aokiji!" "Aokiji!"

The audience under the octagonal cage yelled Aokiji's name enthusiastically. Aokiji stood on the side net, lowered his head slightly, looking down at the previously elegant social elites below him, and now he was calling his name like a madman. , couldn't help but slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Song Shanyan was half-kneeling on the ground to check the death spider's injuries. When he raised his head, he could only see Aokiji's back with his arms outstretched. The exaggerated latissimus dorsi muscles are like wings growing on the human body, shining brightly under the light.

"Isn't this kid too exaggerated?" Song Shanyan muttered unconsciously, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

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At the end of the song, when Matsuyama Iwa announced that Aokiji had won and called an ambulance to take away the Death Spider, the noisy third floor of the fight club finally returned to calm. The audience put on their own brand-name clothes again. After venting his stress, he returned to his normal and ordinary life. No one mentioned the madness and excitement before, as if nothing had happened.

Aoki Si sat in the dressing room with a towel on his head, watching a TV series with a relaxed expression while removing the bandages on his hands.

"Bah." Hearing the sound of pushing the door open, Aokiji turned to look at Songshanyan who had pushed the door open. Looking at his serious and thoughtful expression, he showed a faint smile: "Boss, I'm here to prepare." Did you give me a salary increase?"

"Don't even think about it before you defeat Aaron!" Song Shanyan snorted and sat next to Aoki Si. Looking at his calm expression, he opened and closed his mouth several times before speaking out what was in his heart: "You kid , how did you do it?”

"Ah?" Aokiji tilted his head in confusion.

Song Shanyan frowned: "I mean, how could you suddenly become so strong?"

"Looking at your movements today, whether it is strength or proficiency, it can be said that you have made rapid progress." Song Shanyan sighed: "I really don't understand. Could it be said that a genius can really do it? Do you do whatever you want like this?"

Aokiji just smiled softly: "No, no, no, this is all the power of money."

"Only when you have money can you do whatever you want." Aokiji raised his eyebrows at Songshanyan: "Hahaha."

Looking at Aokiji who was laughing, Matsuyama Yan sighed helplessly and patted his shoulder: "If your kid is determined to pursue this career path, the money he can make will be more than this."

Song Shanyan took out an envelope and handed it to Aoki Si: "This two hundred thousand was originally intended to be used to pay your tuition, but it turned out that I paid the tuition myself. Take it, you are still an audience. Even though the competition is in the name of a training match, I still have to give you a bonus."

Aokiji took it over in surprise: "Huh? The medical bills needed for that guy named Spider alone must be quite a lot."

"Just give it to me if you don't want it." Matsuyama Yan rolled his eyes at him. He didn't mind that Aokiji was ruthless. Only one person in the ring can win the last one. This is the cruelty of mixed martial arts and what every player will eventually face. . He just felt that Aokiji's behavior of being obedient even though he got an advantage was a bit irritating.

"Yes, yes." Aokiji stuffed the envelope into the cabinet. He would not be pretentious with a rich man like Songshanyan. Anyway, even if Songshanyan loses all his money in the end and the club goes bankrupt, he will be forced to go back and inherit his tens of billions of family business.

Tsk, thinking of this, Aokiji glanced at Songshanyan, but unexpectedly, Songshanyan seemed to know what he was thinking and glared at him: "If you are willing to treat this as a career, how much will you earn in a year when your career reaches its peak?" Tens of millions of dollars is not impossible. Why, don’t you think about it?”

Aokiji chuckled: "Forget it, forget it, if you really become a fighting superstar, you will be surrounded by reporters every day, and you have to be careful about everything. It will be boring."

If you think about it carefully, Aokiji's material desires are really nothing. Luxury car? Aokiji found driving troublesome. A mansion? Aokiji felt that the house was too big and panicked. As for the famous brand, it doesn’t matter. If it’s wearable and comfortable, then that’s it.

He didn't even know how to spend the two hundred thousand yuan. I have saved a lot of money I earned before.

"You!" Song Shanyan smiled bitterly and shook his head, seeming to be sighing. In the end, he just waved his hand: "Okay, go to training! Anyway, I see that you are not too tired after a fight, so don't try to find excuses to run away. .”

Aokiji snorted, he did have this plan.

But when he thought that his physical strength and strength were still his own shortcomings, and that his super high agility and mental abilities must have brought a lot of potential for improvement to his body, Aokiji started to work honestly again. sweat.

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

"Wuguo Liuli Sang, wait a minute!" Aokiji shouted hurriedly and loudly.

Wu Geng Liuli turned around and saw a bald man running towards her. He couldn't see his face clearly under the sparse light. He could only see that he was wearing a black sportswear. His faintly visible facial features looked fierce, and he was immediately frightened. Ruan, sitting on the ground, shouted nervously: "Help! Don't come over!"