What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

"Aoki!"

"Great Demon King Aoki!"

"You are the strongest in Yachiyo!!"

The cheers from the audience made Aoki Si raise his lips slightly. He stood tall and straight in front of the weighing instrument, nodded slightly to the cheering audience, and raised his chin proudly. Under the light, his well-defined muscles appeared Extremely exaggerated, the whole person has a cold expression, looking like the ancient Greek god of war, which makes people fear.

On the other side, Aaron listened to the cheers for Aoki Si, and his eyes were a little jealous, which made the fighting spirit in his eyes even stronger.

"First! From Yachiyo City!"

"Twenty-five battles in my life and seventeen KO wins!"

"Height 178 cm!"

"Armspan 185 cm!"

"151 lbs!"

"Dragon of Yachiyo!"

"loose!"

"Mountain!"

"dragon!"

There were a lot of cheers in the stadium, but what made Aaron a little unbearable was that boos of similar volume were mixed in, and many emotional fans even cursed Aaron loudly, cursing his head for a while flowering.

He stepped onto the scale, and after measuring his weight, he couldn't wait to take the microphone from the staff, and cursed angrily, "What are you booing about?"

After his words fell, the hiss suddenly became louder.

"I'll beat your idol to the knees and beg for mercy, beat the ground and admit defeat, trash!" He originally wanted to say more cruel words, but the staff took Mike away with a wry smile, which made him even more upset. It was a little bit colder.

Has Aaron ever encountered such a situation in Yachiyo City before?

This is his home field!

Aaron clenched his teeth, with an expression as if he was going to eat people.

The host raised the volume and shouted loudly: "Next!"

"Height 180cm! Armspan 186cm! Age 17 years old, from Matsuyama Fighting Club, Yachiyo City, Chiba!"

"Two fights, two victories, two KOs."

"demon king!"

"Supernova!"

"green!"

"Wood!"

"manage!"

In the arena, there was suddenly overwhelming cheers.

Aoki stepped onto the weighing instrument, and looked around proudly like a king examining a military parade. Looking around, his eyes were full of support signs with his name written on them, head portraits, slogans, fanatical men and women stretched out their hands to him Cheers loudly, the entire arena was full of seats, and the fiery breath made his blood boil like a substance.

what……

Aoki Division took a deep breath and took the microphone: "I am able to stand here, which is beyond the surprise of many people."

"but……"

Aoki Siting paused for a moment, and said loudly: "I'm not surprised at all! Sunspots!"

"The king is back! Mxxtxxfxxkers! (The king is back! Bastards!)"

Secretary Aoki handed the microphone back to the staff, waved to the audience, and turned back to the locker room amid almost crazy cheers.

In the locker room, waiting for the end of the two rounds of the padding match, Aoki finally finished his warm-up, took a deep breath, looked at Song Shanyan and the others beside him, with a serious expression: "It's time to go."

"Come on!" Song Shanyan's expression was a bit complicated, he patted Aoki Si's shoulder fiercely, stimulating his muscles, and Aoki Si moved his shoulder calmly, and bumped fists with him.

Aoki Si smiled at him, then turned his head and looked at Qiong who was sitting on the side with a nervous expression.

That's right, today, Secretary Aoki also brought Qiong - he was really worried that Xin Qiong would be alone at home, he probably couldn't help but watch his game alone, why not bring her, Putting her in the locker room and asking Ning Qiang to take care of her on her behalf made him feel more at ease.

"Qiong, take it easy, I'm sure I'll win." Qing Musi rubbed Qiong's head, and grinned at her with a brilliant smile.

Qiong tried her best to calm down her expression, not to let herself become a burden to Aoki Si—she really didn't want to trouble Aoki Si, but there was no way, Aoki Si's attitude was very firm, so she followed along half-pushed.

"Come on!" Qiong waved his small fist at Aoki, and Aoki smiled and bumped fists with her.

Old John still had a stinky face: "Remember what I told you yesterday, and strive to end the battle in the first round."

"OK." Surrounded by them, Aokiji slowly walked into the players' passage, while Qiong and Ning Qiang stayed in the locker room.

It is still the familiar position, as if the exit of space and time is cut off, the shadow is distinct.

Looking out from the inside of the player tunnel, the bright and crowded stadium is like another world.

"Next! Let's give it a round of applause!"

"green!"