What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

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But this is the first time he has seen such a brutal, unrelenting, fight.

Aoki Tsukasa's left leg was obviously bruised and swollen from the kick, and he was limping even when stepping on the floor, but he was still able to step on the floor with his left leg and hit Yabukijo with a straight punch.

This fellow Yabuki Takeo, even though he was knocked to the ground once by a punch, he still backed up and stood up, and came up to him again with a blank expression.

So exciting!

At this moment, the referee didn't want to restrain anything, he even wished that he was just a spectator.

At this time, I can cheer for the two of them heartily.

"Come on! Boss! Go!" Maeda Tiger unknowingly roared so hoarsely, he actually shed tears, but unknowingly, he was just desperately waving the flag with Aoki Division in his hand.

Miao Fujiwara and Daitake Matsusaka widened their eyes and opened their mouths, but they couldn't even utter a cheer.

Is this... mixed martial arts...

Qiong wiped his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his body, and prayed over and over again.

Come on.

manage.

"The third round is over!"

The sound of the bell stopped the movement of the two of them again. Although they were extremely energetic, at this moment, they only felt that their heads were blank.

No one stopped.

In this way, the whole pair bombed for a whole round.

There are at most two rounds.

Aoki Division panted heavily, like a dehydrated fish.

The sweat on his body was like raindrops, mixed with blood and falling to the ground.

Song Shanyan didn't know what tactics to tell him. At this moment, the competition was no longer about technique.

Not consciousness.

Not tactical.

It's not how much sweat and tears you shed in the past.

but will.

The moment when your desire to win exceeds everything else.

You can stick to it.

Stand till the end.

In the fifth round, can he successfully come back?

Song Shanyan used an ice pack to compress Aokisi's left leg vigorously, his left leg was trembling slightly at this moment, but the pain was gone long ago.

It hurts.

Numb.

"Come on, Si." Song Shanyan held the ice pack vigorously, looked at Aoki Si who was leaning against the corner, panting heavily with eyes closed, and could only repeat over and over again: "Come on."

While shedding tears, Li Zhen even smeared the medicine to solidify the wound on his face: "Don't be beaten anymore, it won't stick anymore."

"Ha... huh..." Aoki Si's panting sound replaced all responses.

The bell for the fourth round rang as scheduled.

"Fourth round! Start!"

"Come on! Secretary Aoki!"

"The Great Demon King will never fall!"

"Come on! Chiba!"

"hold onto!"

"Hold on! Secretary Aoki!"

Aoki Division stood up again.

In front of him, Yabuki Takeo, who was also panting heavily, walked towards him.

Hold on for one more round.