What should I do if I look too fierce?

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

Aokiji's heart was beating fast. The crazy confrontation just now made the vision of his left eye somewhat blurry. Coagulating medicine was applied to the broken wound on his eyebrow bone, but none of this could hide his eyes full of fighting spirit.

With his somewhat tired body, Aokiji realized that his movements were no longer sharp. The consequence of fighting again might be that he would have to decide the winner in the third round.

Can you kill that guy in just one round?

Aokiji looked at Yabuki Jo, who was tightly hugged in front of him, with messy hair and eyes as cold as a hungry wolf, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

I do not know.

"Jo Yabuki is attacking!" the commentator's exclamation explained the situation on the field.

Perhaps the coach told Yabuki to strike while the iron is hot and continue to consume Aoki Tsukasa's energy in this round. During the fight just now, Yabuki received far more blows than Aoki Tsukasa, but judging from his complete stance and nimble steps at this time, it seemed as if those heavy punches fell on other people.

Aokiji took a deep breath. He nimbly avoided Yabuki's two jabs and kicked off boldly.

This kick was like a flying fairy from the sky, or like a silver-moon scimitar, tilting towards Yabuki's head from below.

The kick is sudden, the force is sudden, and the movements are quick and consistent.

Yabuki felt as if Aokiji had just taken a step, and the next second, his right leg had already flown to the left side of his face.

The hand he raised accurately blocked Aokiji's right leg, but the huge force was accompanied by a crisp sound, and his arm was violently hit on his head.

The brief dizziness made him stagger, and his knees became weak for a moment. He actually took a step back and knelt down on one knee!

Although it only took a moment for him to stand back up and adjust his posture, even the commentator could see the somewhat horrified look on his expression.

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

Aokiji strode forward with meteoric strides. Yabuki Yabuki gasped and prepared for defense, but he suddenly turned around and performed a backswing kick.

The back swing kick was large, the attack range was wide, and the force was sufficient. The lethality was much higher than the high whip kick just now. Yabuki quickly leaned back to dodge this kick, but saw Aokiji miss the kick and put his hands on the ground. , he actually spun around and kicked out again!

"Brazilian war dance!?" Yabuki gritted his teeth and backed down again and again.

If he was faced with ordinary kicking techniques, he would still know how to defend himself, but he had really only watched the video of the Brazilian war dance!

No one thought that Aokiji would use such a sideways attack on such an occasion!

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

The existence of any technique has its meaning. The meaning of Brazilian war dance is suddenness!

This is an evil move!

Yabuki Yabuki avoided another kick, but Aokiji put his hands on the ground, as if dancing, and like an ape, his legs kept falling like a battle axe, and in just two blows, Yabuki Yabuki was pushed back to the side. net.

Big trouble will happen if you get hit!

Yabuki Jo was keenly aware of this.

He was quickly thinking of countermeasures.

Parry? If I didn't hold it, I would have no way to avoid it in this blind corner, and there would be no place to release my strength. With Aokiji's strength, I would definitely die. Dodge? The range of this move is too large, and it may not be possible to dodge them all.

Then

Match the odd with the odd!

What suddenly came to Yabuki's mind was the action Aoki Tsukasa had made.

So be it!

"Oh my god! He's so handsome! Player Aoki Tsukasa's Brazilian battle dance is inferior to those of professional players. Player Yabuki seems to be in crisis. Can he avoid it?"

The exclamations of the commentator and the cheers of the audience made Yabuki even more energetic.

I am Yabuki Jo.

I don’t want to fall down here!

Yabuki suddenly jumped up and stepped on the edge of the Octagon. Like the famous wrestling star John Cena, he flew into the air and hit Tsukasa Aoki's flying leg with his elbow.

Aokiji only felt a tearing pain in his left leg the moment the two came into contact.

Yabuki Jo's weight, coupled with his charged attack, bent his legs almost instantly and hit him hard, knocking him to the ground.

"Ah!" Qiong exclaimed.

The loud noise in the octagonal cage could be clearly heard outside the venue. One can imagine how hard Aokiji was hit by this blow.

The commentator even lost his voice temporarily, not knowing what to explain.

He had never seen this before. He had never seen anyone use such a fierce way to crack the Brazilian war dance. He was so talented that he was completely unexpected by this adaptable action.

Aokiji also didn't expect it.

He only felt that his left leg was being pulled and torn, and the severe pain made him almost bite his braces off. Yabuki hit him hard, knocking him to the ground. He groaned, but clasped his hands tightly. Tapping Yabuki's neck.

Yabuki Jo was also in great pain.

Rather than hitting Aokiji's whip leg with his elbow, it would be better to say that he pressed it with his body.

This time, he grimaced in pain, but after all, this was just a skin injury.

He fell to the ground from such a height, and the impact made him dazed for a moment. His throat seemed to smell like rust, but he gritted his teeth and grabbed Aokiji's neck.

He tries to hit a Hell's Gate to finish the fight on the ground!

Only the two of them could clearly hear the muffled roar in Aoki's throat. He twisted his upper body to avoid Yabuki's suppression, and pressed his hands against Yabuki's throat.

Lower triangle lock!

This movement is extremely coherent and takes shape very quickly. It can be said that as long as Aokiji's left and right legs are buckled behind Yabuki's waist and his hands are strong, Yabuki will have no way to escape.

but.

Oops!

I can't use my left leg!

Aokiji was horrified to find that his left leg was in heartbreaking pain whenever he exerted force. He gritted his teeth and exerted force, but his strength was not enough to lock Yabuki Jo.

hurt!

When Yabuki realized that he was almost killed by Aokiji, he pushed Aokiji away, rolled backwards, and stood up.

Aokiji gasped for air and tried to stand up, but when his left leg was propped up, he felt excruciating pain.

What went wrong?

Aokiji couldn't tell the specific injury for a while because of the continuous pain in his left leg, but he gritted his teeth and stood up again without exposing any weakness.

Some limped and rearranged their stance.

"Si, I'm injured." Qiong's eyes turned red. She saw with her own eyes that Aoki Tsukasa's left leg was pressed to an excessive angle, and then was hit hard by Yabuki Jo. At that moment, She seemed to be suffocating.

"Qiong." Busujima Saeko's voice made her look sideways.

"Just watch, Tsukasa will win." Busujima Saeko's calm expression made Qiong confused as to why she was so confident.

Si has been injured. He is standing a little crooked!

Busujima Saeko didn't explain, just raised the corners of his mouth lightly.

Look, that man's expression is distorted with pain, but his eyes are still so calm and fierce.

This is the man I agree with and believe in!

He won't fall down here!

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

He rushed towards Aokiji with long strides.

Aokiji took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

This is only the second round.

How many more minutes until the round ends?

"Twenty seconds!"

"The second round will be over in twenty seconds!"

Song Shanyan seemed to be connected with his thoughts, roaring loudly from the side.

Twenty seconds?

Aokiji grinned. His eyebrows and feet were re-opened by the impact, and his face was covered with blood.

Twenty seconds is not enough time for this guy to beat me down.

Faced with the fists coming like a torrential rain, Aokiji rushed forward again as if he was not afraid of death.

Yabuki's face showed a look of reluctance, but then, his eyes only showed coldness: I'm sorry.

But at this moment, we are opponents!

He kicked out boldly, targeting Aokiji's somewhat limping left leg.

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PS: Today is the author’s birthday! I haven’t eaten yet, so I’m going to write an update for everyone to read. The remaining update may take a few hours.