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Ye Zhen's rematch was much more lively than the preliminaries. Because of Matsumoto's reputation and status in the local area, many online media sent commissioners to report on the spot, and the audience flocked to him.

Ye Zhen is a calm kid, not frustrated by the lack of people, nor nervous by the crowd, he doesn't even care that the audience is all supporting Yu Matsumoto.After changing his clothes in the locker room, he warmed up his lower body a little, then opened the door and walked to the passageway to the ring.

Xuanlin had already gone to the coach's bench in advance, and the noise outside was all in Japanese, so he didn't care much.

Who knew that just as he walked up the aisle, a middle-aged man suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, striding forward and saying in Chinese: "Ye Shisan!"

"……Who are you?"

"Ye Shisan, your opponent Matsumoto Yuu has applied to the competition committee to follow the rules of Jizhen Fighting, that is, no gloves or protective gear. You have to be careful!"

Ye Zhen nodded blankly, and asked again: "Who are you?"

The man wiped his face, then took out a business card from his pocket, handed it over with both hands, and said, "My name is Zhang Songtao..."

There was something written on the business card, such as the deputy coach of the Sanda team, etc. The light was too dim, so Ye Zhen glanced at it casually and returned it, saying, "Oh, thank you."

Zhang Songtao: "..."

Zhang Songtao took back the business card with a look of dumbfounding, hesitated for a while and said, "Matsumoto Yuu is stronger than you, bare fist attacks are fatal, you have to be careful!"

"Who said he's stronger than me?" Ye Zhen was immediately disgusted.

"..." Zhang Songtao said, "I mean he has stronger muscles than you, and...forget it, you're still young."

Ye Zhen shrugged helplessly.

Zhang Songtao hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "I watched your match against Muay Thai fighter Piak, and you seem to be playing the first-class traditional Chinese Kungfu, and it's really...very traditional, is that so?"

"That's because you have changed now."

"—Ah?" Zhang Songtao, Zhang Er Monk, was puzzled.

Ye Zhen passed him and looked at the ring, and said politely: "Can you let me go? Matsumoto Gouxiong has already come on stage, I have to go to say hello to Uncle Xuanlin, I still want to drink water, time is a bit tight... ..."

Zhang Songtao hastily moved out of the way, and the young man passed by without squinting.He stared blankly at Ye Zhen's back for a moment, then suddenly shouted: "Ye Shisan!"

Ye Zhen tilted his head slightly, but he didn't turn around, nor did he stop.

"Please work hard to win the game! We also brought two national players this time, but we have already been eliminated after being drawn in the preliminaries! If you can enter the quarter-finals or even the semi-finals..."

Ye Zhen waved his hand without looking back, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Just like what Zhang Songtao said, Matsumoto really didn't wear gloves, his upper body was naked and he only wore a pair of trousers. His muscles were so strong that it was scary.

Ye Zhen was still wearing the snow-white exercise uniform, and lightly tossed the gloves, and accurately threw them into Xuan Lin's arms.

Numerous flash lights lit up in the auditorium, some people shouted Matsumoto's name, and some people pointed the camera at this handsome boy in white clothes, clicked and clicked happily - who would have thought of a film featuring muscles and strength? Could there still be a weak fighter like Ye Zhen in the arena?Take more pictures while you are eye-catching, and you will not be able to take pictures when you are waiting to be beaten terribly!

"Bare fists often appear in underground fighting competitions, sometimes even killing people, which is very dangerous." Matsumoto stared at Ye Zhen, and said slowly in Japanese: "The teaching of our Kyokushin karate is real fighting, real resistance, Therefore, it is necessary not to wear gloves. I am here today, and let you experience the strength and profound meaning of our Jizhen fighting!"

Ye Zhen listened to him finish a bird's language expressionlessly, and hooked his fingers: "Referee, translate."

referee:"……"

The referee roared wildly in his heart, and took a step forward to translate the words into Chinese.Ye Zhen nodded after listening, unexpectedly did not refute, just said lightly: "Let's start."

The bell started to ring with a ding, and the referee took a half step back, fearing that it would be affected as badly as when Ye Zhen was against Piak last time.

But this time Ye Zhen didn't attack first, and didn't even start to defend immediately. He just raised his hands and made a Tai Chi starting gesture - that gesture was not done properly, very carelessly.

Matsumoto didn't dare to be careless, and immediately roared, turning around and sweeping towards Ye Zhen with his spiral legs!It was too late to say it, but Ye Zhen jumped back lightly, narrowly dodging the blow!

Zhang Songtao had already rushed to the VIP seat, and when he saw this scene, he immediately said hello in his heart!

Matsumoto's throwing technique was really not a cover-up. Without giving Ye Zhen time to breathe, he immediately turned around and attacked. At the same time, he cooperated with hand knives, boxing, and multiple angles of the whole body to attack like a storm.This series of actions was so beautiful that the lights flashed wildly in the audience, and the Japanese audience at the front stood up and shouted: "Okay!" "Okay!"

Zhang Songtao's heart skipped a beat, and he saw Matsumoto's low body, and a ruthless sweep of his legs directly swept towards Ye Zhen's ankle!

not good!

Zhang Songtao's heartbeat stopped in an instant - this is what Matsumoto used when he defeated the Muay Thai master last year and won the third place in one fell swoop!Taking advantage of the opponent's impatience and weakness, a sweeping kick weighing a hundred catties, after a year of honing this attack, it is even more violent and tricky than before!

However, before he had time to react, Ye Zhen jumped up gently in less than a thousandth of a microsecond.

Looking at the game video afterwards, Ye Zhen's jump was hailed as a stroke of genius - no one could have imagined that he would jump like that at the time, and no one could beat his chest and say that I can dance better than him.

Zhang Songtao once asked Ye Zhen for advice in every possible way, and asked: "From the actual situation, this doesn't make sense. I haven't seen anyone successfully do it. Could it be the light work in the legend?!"

Ye Zhen thought for a while, and said: "It's not that mysterious. In Chinese martial arts, this is called 'rising like an ape', and falling down is called 'falling like a feather'. The white paper is not broken. Matsumoto Big Bear shouldn’t have stretched his legs so long, isn’t this a platform for me to jump on?”

——As Ye Zhen said, at the critical moment, no one thought that Ye Zhen would stand on the lap swept by Matsumoto Yuo in that jump!

In an instant, his right foot lightly touched Matsumoto's calf, and his left foot lightly touched the heel of his leg—then he turned around like a whirlwind, and that blow was almost as hard as hitting gold and crushing stones. He bent his right leg and smashed hard with his knee On Matsumoto Yu's face!

That hit almost knocked Matsumoto into the air!

The audience roared loudly, and the enthusiastic fans who stood up in the front row almost forgot to sit down.Matsumoto hit the ground with his head, rolled and rushed a few meters, and almost fell out of the ring from under the rope!

Zhang Songtao blurted out: "—Good!"

Ye Zhen touched the ground with his right foot, turned around, and landed lightly, staring at the referee with indifference and rushing up to count the seconds.

"This kid is really smart!" The national team member who was brought by him suddenly stood up: "Coach, what happened just now? Did you record it? It's amazing!"

"I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it! This kind of stunt can definitely restrain most kicks! Where did you learn it!"

Zhang Songtao didn't answer, he remembered Ye Zhen's question before he came to the stage, who said he was stronger than me?At that time, he thought it was a young man's arrogance, so he didn't take it seriously, but who knew that what Ye Zhen said was not a lie!

The strength of that knee kick alone is indeed superior to Matsumoto's proud turn and spiral legs!

At the same time on the stage, Matsumoto staggered to his feet when the referee read the ninth second.After all, the referee favored the domestic players, and immediately stepped forward and asked, "Can we still compete? Can it be?"

Matsumoto nodded, and the referee asked, "Are you all right?"

Matsumoto pushed away the referee, staggered back to the stage, shook his head again, and looked at Ye Zhen with deep-seated anger in his eyes.

Ye Zhen didn't care.The referee walked back, deliberately delayed a few seconds before making a strike, and started blowing the whistle.

When the bell rang with a ding, Matsumoto became more cautious, and immediately kept his pace and waited sternly.

Ye Zhen looked at him coldly, his eyes wandered up and down Matsumoto's body, as if he was looking for an opportunity to take advantage of.

At this time, more than half of the 5 minutes of the first round had passed, and the shouts from the audience were louder and louder. Matsumoto took a tentative step forward, and Ye Zhen immediately raised his hand.

"There's not enough time," Zhang Songtao said concentrating, "If you procrastinate, you can pass the first game. Matsumoto was counted down just now and needs a half-time break to recover. He won't attack with all his strength."

The team members also agreed: "But for that Ye——Ye Shisan, right? It's not good for him. He's not the type to fight."

Zhang Songtao said with a casual smile: "If you can KO in the first round..."

Zhang Songtao just said it casually at the time, but he didn't expect it to become a prophecy soon.With the last 30 seconds left, Ye Zhen's eyes seemed to be a little distracted. Yu Matsumoto seized the opportunity and rushed forward, trying to use the last bit of time to equalize the score.

He didn't dare to kick this time, so he swung a quick left uppercut to Ye Zhen's face. At the same time, he was ready to attack Ye Zhen with his right hand. It was even.

Besides, Ye Zhen is so thin, almost everyone who sees him at first sight knows that he is not a tough person.

If you can get him hurt before halftime...

Matsumoto had a good idea, but in an instant he found that everything was in vain.

There was no sign at all, just when his fist was about to hit the side of Ye Zhen's face, the young man put on a dull face, very flat, raised his right hand, and flattened a little on his shoulder——

The four fingers are close together, vertically touching the muscles of the shoulder socket, the strength is not strong at all.

But it was like turning off the switch of the machine in an instant, as soon as Yu Matsumoto stopped moving, he felt that the entire shoulder blade was pierced by severe pain!

At that time, he really wanted to call out desperately!The electric current brought by the severe pain cut wildly in his bones, as if thousands of knives were cut back and forth in one ten-thousandth of a second!

Ye Zhen's hand on his shoulder slapped the hairline on the back of his neck like lightning, the force was very light, and it seemed as if a fierce force penetrated into the body like a hard wedge!Before Matsumoto could cry out, he felt as if his throat was blocked by a hard lump, and he only let out a hoarse neigh when he opened his mouth!

This movement was very subtle, and the audience didn't notice any abnormalities. Only the referee was shocked and immediately stepped forward and shouted: "Stop! Stop! Separate!"

Ye Zhen retracted his hand, and Matsumoto fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder and writhing in pain, but he couldn't make a sound at all!

Ding a bell, the first game is over!

There was an uproar in the auditorium, and many people couldn't accept it, and stood up from their seats and shouted desperately.The referee tried to step forward to help Matsumoto, but his whole body convulsed as if he had been hit by an electric current, and he couldn't stand up. The referee had no choice but to wave desperately to signal the medical team to come on stage.

The medical staff had no idea what was going on, there was no fierce fighting, and no one fell down, so why did they call for emergency treatment?

As a result, he rushed up to see that Yu Matsumoto couldn't lift one hand at all, and his upper limbs started with severe cramps. He tried to stand up from the ground several times, but fell down.

The referee asked anxiously: "Can it still be compared?"

The medical staff quickly lifted Matsumoto onto the stretcher, shaking his head with a heavy face.

One trick KO!

The 16-year-old Chinese boy won the first round with a KO of the long-established third runner-up and the famous Japanese karate player Matsumoto Yuu. The opponent had to send first aid for an absolute victory!

This result almost made everyone's eyes pop out of the window, and the unacceptable audience began to riot. Many people shouted hoarsely: "Cheat!" "There must be cheating, shameless shady!" "We don't believe it, we don't believe it!" "Matsumoto, Stand up! Show the spirit of bushido!"

The assistant whistled desperately, and the guards joined hands to form a solid human wall, desperately protecting the ring, preventing the emotional Japanese audience from rushing up.

Ye Zhen stared at everything under his feet indifferently, and suddenly pointed to a man who was rushing to the front and kept roaring, and asked the referee: "What did he say?"

The referee was very embarrassed: "Well...he said that you are too shameless. You can't see the Bushido spirit from you, and you don't have the heart to fight. He doesn't recognize your victory."

"--It's ok."

Ye Zhen smiled, with undisguised sarcasm in his eyes.

"What is the spirit of Bushido? Fighting is a matter of life and death in an instant. No matter how admirable the spirit is, no matter how sincere the heart is, as long as you don't have the strength, you will soon be kicked out of this ring."

He squinted his eyes, stared at the dazzling highlights above his head, and said lightly: "Fighters speak with their strength."

The referee was a little surprised, and instinctively wanted to refute, but couldn't find anything to say for a while.

At this time, under the turbulent crowd, Xuan Lin suddenly felt the phone vibrate in his pocket.He took out his cell phone, glanced at the number, and suddenly walked out through the crowd.

"Hey, Lao Yu, I'm still in Japan... what? Go back to China immediately?"

Xuanlin stood on the steps outside the stadium with a rare shock on his expression.He was holding the phone so hard with five fingers, the back of his hand was even bruised, as if he was going to crush the phone into a piece of scrap iron in the next second: "What did you say, Long Jiwei had a car accident—?!"