What should I do if I look too fierce?

"Another punch! Another punch! How on earth did he do it! How on earth did they do it!" The commentator roared crazily and slapped the commentary table in front of him hard.

"It's obvious that both of them are struggling to stand, but how on earth do they do it and continue to punch their opponents?"

On the field, Yabuki Jo hit Aokiji on the left side of the face with a punch without any resistance. Aokiji staggered back two steps and hit the iron net, but with the help of the rebound force, he hit a harder swing. The fist hit Yabuki Jo's chin.

Yabuki stepped back in a circle with his steps as if dancing, put one hand on the ground, then stood up again, shook his head and patted his head, continued to swing his upper body, and rushed towards Aoki Tsukasa.

Aokiji gasped for air.

How much longer?

How much time is left?

His eyes looked at Songshanyan aside, who held up two fingers in his hand.

Two minutes to go.

Yabuki nodded slightly, as if he was acknowledging this battle. He looked no better than Aoki Tsukasa at this time. His face was covered with blood, and his messy hair was stuck to his face with drops of blood and sweat. , but he just panted heavily and rushed towards Aoki Si over and over again.

According to the current situation, I will not be KO.

Yabuki was unexpectedly calm.

Aoki Tsukasa's condition is much worse than him. At least, in terms of scoring, he is definitely ahead.

Starting from the third round, he had far more effective strikes than Aokiji. In this round, Aokiji attacked fiercely at the beginning for some unknown reason, but it was obvious that Aokiji had completely exhausted his energy.

Yabuki watched Aokiji swaying from side to side, but he had already instinctively adopted a standing posture, with a somewhat serious expression on his face.

If this keeps up, I can win.

If they can't KO, the result will be determined by points in the end.

I can win!

He struck again.

A set of combination punches easily shattered Aokiji's somewhat collapsed stance, although Aokiji came back with two punches in time. But he only punched Yabuki Yabo in the face, and he leaned over in time to release his force, took a step back, and then forced himself forward again.

"Drink!" Aokiji clenched his braces so hard that his gums hurt. He stepped on the ground with his left foot and kicked out his right leg.

Yabuki Jo was forced to take two steps back by this kick, while Aokiji turned his head again and looked at Matsuyama Iwa.

At this moment, Aokiji finally saw that the two fingers on Songshanyan's raised hand turned into one.

The commentator at this time said with a somewhat sad expression: "Aokiji player frequently looked at his coach, probably to control the time of the final round, but obviously, his physical strength and physical condition have reached the end of their strength."

"Probably, he can't resist it anymore."

And at the moment when the commentator said these words, Yabuki Yabuki in front of Aokiji once again hit the whip without mercy.

The target is still Aokiji's left leg.

But this time, Aokiji's actions left everyone dumbfounded.

He actually raised his left leg extremely quickly, as if the previous injuries were all fake. The moment he raised his leg, he blocked Yabuki Jo's whipping leg by raising his knee.

Yabuki stepped back in pain.

Then, a look of panic and terror appeared in his eyes.

This guy, this guy.

Aokiji slowly straightened his back.

The original look of breathing heavily was gone.

He raised his head and stood up straight.

"I'm sorry." Tsukasa Aoki's words had unclear meaning and were somewhat unclear due to his braces, which made Yabuki take a step back unconsciously.

In his eyes, Aokiji, who was crumbling like a candle in the wind, was now as fierce as a wildfire igniting a prairie fire.

how so?

How could he do this! ?

Yabuki clenched his fists, his expression a little cold, no matter how you do it, I will win, I can win.

I am ahead in points, as long as I don't fall down, and I don't lose too many points at the same time.

"Oh my god! Something incredible has happened, something incredible has happened!" The commentator's screams said it all.

Aokiji was like a bolt of lightning, his legs stepped on the floor, and like a bullet, he hit Yabuki Jo with his right fist.

Why is it so heavy? !

Yabuki Jokan raised his hand, but before he could parry, the punch pierced his defense.

He was leaning back, his feet stomping backwards like he was dancing a tango.

Another punch from Aokiji came as promised.

It was as if a bomb had been detonated on his cheek. In just a moment, he felt that his brain was in chaos.

"boom."

The body hit the ground hard.

This is

Was it KO?

There was a wry smile on the corner of Yabuki Jo's mouth.

The body fell to the floor, bounced slightly due to the somewhat elastic floor, and then fell again.

Yabuki raised his hands in confusion, covering his face.

I want

Lost?

Yabuki stepped on the floor with his feet, trying to get further away from Aoki Tsukasa.

But in his vague sight, Aokiji just kept getting farther and farther away from him.

The lights on the ceiling are getting louder and louder.

In the end, his vision turned almost completely white.

Ah.

It failed.

Yabuki Jo could no longer control his hands, and looked at the lights in the distance with dull eyes.

"Yabuki Jo, are you sure you want to do this?"

In the memory, Yakuza, who was wearing sunglasses, just looked at himself with a calm expression.

"Yeah." That seemed to be the response.

"If you win the semifinals and don't lose, the only chance we have to make money is in the finals." Yakuza lit a cigarette: "Your odds must be lower than his, so if you want to make money, you We must win.”

"I will win." The words from the past seemed to still ring in my ears.

"Well, with Aokiji's popularity, there will definitely be more people betting in the finals. However, losing can be controlled, but winning cannot. If you can't win, you know what I mean, right No? Don't expect me to bribe Aokiji to cooperate with you, I can't afford to offend his coach."

Yakuza's sneer seemed to still be before his eyes.

What else could it be?

To get this boxing opportunity.

In order to be able to compete openly with that man.

Anyway, I am nothing but.

"Yabuki Jo!"

The loud shouts of the coach and the referee finally brought Yabuki back to his senses.

At this time, the guild hall was already filled with laughter.

Aokiji was standing not far in front of him, looking at him with worried eyes.

Ah.

In the end, I was just a wild dog.

A heavy downpour would make me extremely embarrassed and my dreams shattered.

Yabuki spit out his braces and straightened his back with the help of his coach.

"Congratulations." Yabuki's voice was hoarse, with a subtle tremor.

Aokiji extended his hand to him.

Yabuki reluctantly raised his hand and grabbed his strong arm: "You guy... you are really..."

In the fifth round, he can suddenly burst out with even more terrifying power and speed than in the first round.

This guy must be a monster.

"What a shameless person." After he finished speaking, Aokiji just silently hugged him hard.

Yabukijo patted Aokiji on the back: "Congratulations, you are the champion."

"No" Aokiji let go of his hand and looked at him with a dark expression that could not be concealed in his calmness.

If there is no god descending to earth, I will lose.

Even if I could hold on until the last second, I'm afraid I would lose in terms of points because of the accidental injury. ,

In the end, Aokiji just sighed: "You are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered."

The real champion is you.

Yabuki Jo.

There was not much joy of victory in Aokiji's eyes, only a slight sense of emptiness and loneliness after everything had settled.

I really want to have another serious fight with you without relying on this special skill.

Yabuki Jo.

"Well, isn't that also a loss?" Yabuki's always calm face had a bit of a smile: "My opponent in the last game is you, I am very satisfied."

"Okay, let's go celebrate. You shouldn't waste time with me at this time." Yabuki turned around. On the coach's face, in addition to the pain of failure, there was also a strong look of worry.

What are you worried about?

Yakuza's revenge?

Yabuki Jo just raised the corners of his mouth and hugged the coach's neck: "That's enough."

"A wild dog like me lives on the streets, wandering around just for a bite to eat. It's enough to have such a day."

He looked at the fans holding their own signs on the side of the platform. Many of them even burst into tears and howled.

But even so, they still shouted loudly, It doesn't matter, come on.

enough.

As a person with the status of 'Yabuki Jo', I have already enjoyed enough.

In the rest of your life, just continue to live as a wild dog.

Just treat it as

Had a sweet dream.

"We are the champions! Si! We are the champions! You are the champions! Champions!" Matsuyama Yan hugged Aoki Si with great excitement, but found that his originally strong and upright body suddenly suddenly changed at this moment. Extremely limp.

He was a little panicked and supported Aokiji, but he saw that his face was full of exhaustion at this time and he couldn't even lift his head.

It was clear that I was in particularly good condition just now.

"Si? Si!?"

Aokiji reluctantly opened his eyes: "I know. I want to close my eyes for a while."

"Hey, it's time to receive the award. Hold on, hold on." Song Shanyan noticed that his condition was a bit worse than he thought, and he immediately waved nervously to Li Zhen, asking her to come over and check. Condition.

In Aokiji's sight, there was only the gloomy back of Yabuki Yabuki, who was about to leave the octagonal cage.

"Yabuki Jo!" Aokiji's throat seemed to have exhausted his last strength.

Yabuki turned around and saw that Aokiji, who was originally as majestic as a god descending to earth, was now completely limp and had to be helped by others to get up.

"You! Want to box?!" Aokiji shouted almost at the top of his lungs.

Because without exerting all his strength, Aokiji even felt that he could not make any sound.

Fatigue, pain, all the feelings came as promised after the God descended to earth.

If there was no one to support him, he could even lie on the ground and fall asleep.

Yabuki looked at him blankly.

"You! Want to box!?"

The sound kept looping, making his head temporarily blank: "Wha, what?"

Aokiji used his remaining strength to clasp Songshanyan's neck, raised his head, showed a somewhat forced smile, and pushed his head against Songshanyan's broad shoulders: "Come find this guy."

"Come on and keep boxing."

Compared to me, you are the real genius that Brother Yan is looking for.

You are the one who is truly capable and qualified to stand on the highest stage.

My mixed martial arts career is over.

But yours has just begun.

"Don't show that look like you're about to retire." Aokiji's arm holding Matsuyama Iwa lost strength, and he plopped down amidst his panic movements, and collapsed on the ground, but he still just smiled at Yabuki: " This muscular man is very capable."

"Do you still want to box?"

Yabuki's eyes gradually became a little brighter from dim.

"you"

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Aokiji was helped by Matsuyama Iwa and stood up again, but he was swaying like a willow branch: "What's the last game?"

"Your game has just begun."

After Aokiji finished speaking, he no longer had the strength to support himself. Amid Songshanyan's exclamation, he collapsed to the ground weakly.

"Hello? Si?"

Songshanyan's voice gradually became far and near.

"Brother Yan."

His almost murmuring voice made Song Shanyan look a little frightened and hurriedly leaned down to listen.

"Go help him."

Aokiji closed his eyes.

"your dream"

"It's just the beginning."

"Isn't it?"

After the words fell, Aokiji, who was extremely tired, finally lost consciousness.

Vaguely, it seemed that many people were calling his name, and he felt a lot of physical pain.

But when everything calms down.

Finally, Aokiji had a sweet dream.

"Dip, drip, drip."

The sound of drip after drip was clearly audible in the somewhat dark room.

Aokiji opened his eyes. The gray and white ceiling was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Where am I?

He reluctantly moved his eyes. Next to his hand, a slim figure with purple hair was watching him silently in the darkness.

Her bright eyes are like the bright moon outside the window.

"woke up?"

Busujima Saeko's hoarse voice sounded a little tired, which made Aokiji snort slightly.

"Where's Qiong?"

He suddenly thought of Qiong, and many worries appeared in his mind, and his expression suddenly became tense.

"I just went out to call the nurse to remove the needle for you."

Busujima Saeko gently grabbed his hand: "You told me not to force myself. Tsukasa doesn't look like someone who can say such a thing."

Aokiji breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile: "In the ring, you can't give up casually."

"The doctor said you have no big problem. You are just dehydrated and have some symptoms of dehydration. In addition, there are also some reasons for accumulation of fatigue. After the IV drip and two days of rest, everything will be as normal. As for the left leg, it is mainly strained. , most of the others are skin injuries, and the places that needed stitches have been sewn. The doctor said you recovered quickly." Busujima Saeko gently pulled the quilt for him.

"Is there anything wrong with your body?" Her concerned words only made Aokiji shake his head gently: "Nothing."

"Si?!" Qiong's voice suddenly sounded at the same time as the door opened. Her expression was both happy and worried at the same time as she trotted from the door to the hospital bed: "Are you awake?"

The nurse behind her walked into the room with a smile, went to Aoki Tsukasa's hand and pulled out the needle on the back of his hand: "Just have a good rest. Mr. Aoki's health is fine."

"Thank you." Aokiji first let go of Busujima Saeko's hand, gently touched Qiong's head, and then turned to say something to the nurse with a smile.

However, as the nurse walked out of the room.

He looked at Qiong and Busujima Saeko sitting beside his bed at the same time, looking at him with a smile.

The whole room fell into a strange silence.

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PS: I almost stopped updating. Damn it, I finished writing it in such a hurry.