Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

259. Floating Clouds Vs. Tigers (Second Update!)

Until the start of the third match today, many spectators still felt a little bit hard to let go of the last match, and the circle of mixed martial arts fans was full of mourning, and some began to call on others to send Okubo off together ' up.

"Mr. Okubo, is it true..."

Hibiki looked disappointed.

The color is also fragrant ~ they are not much better.

Because of Yato, their small circle had a brief contact with the idiot f4 (Okubo, Himuro, Kaneda, and Rito), and they got along quite well.

Even Ice Room and Jintian, who seem to be very rational on the surface, are sulking in their hearts-no way.

"Don't worry too much, it is a fatal blow to ordinary people, but it is not the case for fighters, especially for super-first-line fighters like Okubo, as long as they don't die on the spot and they are rescued in time, it is not so easy dead."

Yato comforted him.

"Compared to this, what needs to be worried about is Mr. Okubo's fighting career." Garuda sighed, "I don't know how long it will take to recover from such a serious injury. Even if I recover, there is a high probability that I will suffer from sequelae. It is difficult to return to the top because of other reasons.”

"how come…….……!"

Elena on the side couldn't bear to cover her mouth.

Although her elder brother Moji Robinson was also severely injured by his opponent and sent for first aid, he has long been out of danger and will not affect his future fighting career.

However, in the original trajectory, Moji who was violently beaten by Wu Lei'an almost died on the spot. Later, he spent two years recovering. After recovering to his original state, he lost in the comeback battle to Moji, who had practiced with the 'magic gun' for two years. manage people.

It is conceivable how precious time is to a fighter who is in his prime.

"Garuda, could I trouble you to call your grandpa?"

Yato said suddenly.

"Of course there is no problem, but Ye Dou, what can you do with my grandfather?"

"I'm going to hire your doctor from [the family of Yu] for Okubo, and sign a postoperative recuperation contract."

.......I see!"

Garuda understood, and immediately took out his phone to call.

"【The family of Yu】.....That is the family of Garuda and Mr. Wu, right? Is there anyone in their family who is a doctor?"

Zhu Mei was puzzled.

"Not to mention doctors, [Wu's Clan] can be found in all walks of life, but what I'm looking for is not just an ordinary doctor, but the most skilled martial arts doctor in their family. For wounds that cannot be cured by modern medical technology, They can be cured."

In the medical area, Yingchu is in charge, plus the doctors from the [Mu family].

Okubo's fighting career was basically saved.

As for more, Yato could do nothing.

Because he can only do so much when he puts on his own clothes.

When Garuda was busy contacting his grandfather.

The third game begins.

At 2:10 in the afternoon, although the sun is not so glaring, the temperature has not dropped but increased, and the heat wave is rolling in, making the stadium on the gravel surface look like a desert Gobi.

That is, under such circumstances.

Two players came one after another.

It really feels like an ascetic monk crossing the desert.

Chu Jianquan was wearing an exercise uniform made of rough linen, with a relaxed smile that seemed to be slack on his lips, and he kept chatting up Katahara Sheaka.

And his opponent, Samurai Wakatsuki, looks like a stone statue standing in the middle of the desert.

Although he didn't have the massive rock-like muscles that had the visual impact of Julius, every muscle in him was like steel that had been tempered and tempered.

Just standing there brings a strong sense of oppression.

It was as if there was a stone in my heart.

Chest tightness, can't breathe.

The line of sight is firmly attracted by the gravitational force formed by its 'weight'.

However, the sight of Samurai Wakatsuki, who is the main body, was also attracted by Hatsumi pump.

"When we first met, how much stronger have you become?"

he thought silently.

If it is only observed with the naked eye.

There is no doubt that this guy's physical condition can be described as 'full marks'.

Muscle tone, body posture, breathing rate, and... eyes.

Even though he was talking to his sister, the man's gaze was like a pool of stagnant water, so calm that it made people feel cold all over.

Samurai Wakatsuki felt that his muscles were constantly contracting.

Just like when a human being is nervous and has shortness of breath, although he is not nervous at this moment, his body has produced a reflex similar to nervousness under the stimulation of the opponent's aura.

This kind of thing has never happened in the past.

Even the loss against Chu Jianquan, who was in excellent form, was no exception.

…… Ask for flowers………

Katahara Sheka, who had completed the presiding task, left the venue soon.

She was replaced by referee Yamamoto Koishi.

"Hatsumi-kun, Wakatsuki-kun, are you ready?"

Facing the two veteran fighters, Yamamoto Koishi was relatively relaxed, and his tone seemed very familiar.

"I'm in 'perfect form' right now, and I can start whenever I want.

When I first saw Quan, I spread my hands.

"For the first time, let me see how much stronger I have become after losing to that person."

Samurai Wakatsuki puts out his karate hands, and bends forward with a slightly narrower left side.

His eyes are like knives, he looks straight ahead, and the aura emanating from his body is like a raging fire, declaring war with practical actions.

.........0...

"Then—begin!"

Yamamoto Koishi waved his hand and pronounced the sentence.

Sa!

The sound of the wind from swinging his fist was like the roar of a tiger.

At the beginning of the scene, Samurai Wakatsuki stepped forward without hesitation, and shot out from the middle right, like a rotating spear trying to penetrate the human body.

Chu Jianquan dodges with a quick step and goes around to his side. But the tiger immediately moved its center of gravity forward, using the rebound force of the knee joint and the turning force of the waist to raise its legs and eject Chu Jianquan's face,

This is a front kick from the back foot to the front foot.

The fighters frowned upon seeing this.

The usage rate and practicality of kicking skills in karate are slightly lower than that of hand skills, and the opponent is a master who is both ancient jujitsu and modern aikido - it is easy to be caught at first sight.

Chu Jianquan took a step back, the tiger toe almost brushed against the tip of his nose, and after it hit the ground, he made rapid progress. From the eyes of others, he seemed to be standing still without moving.

It even pierced through the opponent's front leg and ejected, bullying him!

Samurai Wakatsuki took half a step back and seemed to withdraw his legs to defend, but in the middle of the movement, his arm suddenly moved slightly, as if he was about to punch in the face, attracting Chu Jianquan's attention, but he threw his legs low again abruptly. sweep.

Is there such a double kick in karate?

Such a thought flashed through Chu Jianquan's mind.

Facing the ultra-short-range sweep kick, he can only dodge with leaps and bounds.

And at this moment.

Samurai Wakatsuki exerted force on his hind limbs and suddenly rose violently.

Hit a mid-cut shot from bottom to top.

The heavy punch was in a straight line, hitting Chujian Pump's body with the momentum of the whole body.