Chapter 311 The Big Devil! (Added Update on 3/3 Hanmu Mumeng)

Chapter 311 The big devil! (Added update on 33 Hanmu Mumeng)

Aaron hit a fierce Russian-style big swing with his right hand. This kind of swing is powerful and has a long arc. If the player rushes to protect his face with his hands, he may end up protecting his chin but not his ears, and he will be knocked out miserably. .

Aokiji's arms were still hanging down, and his front feet were stuck forward and stuck on Aaron's front feet, giving him an illusion of distance. His upper body was extremely sensitive to dodge backwards. No matter how long Aaron's arms were, it was impossible to reach this distance. Aoki Si swung in the air at a punch distance from Aoki Si's chin.

hateful!

Aaron stared angrily, punching, jab, and straight punch, a set of three vicious attacks, but Aokiji moved his head with ease and dived to dodge. This scene that seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife immediately aroused There was a burst of cheers.

After dodging a set of combo punches, Aokiji took a step back, raised his upper body, and shrugged at Aaron's open hands, with a mocking expression on his face, as if he was saying: You can't hit me no matter what?

"Ah! Player Aokiji is mocking! The big devil said that mortals can't beat me!" Ishida Hayabusa almost became a fan of Aokiji. He even forgot to explain that he must maintain an impartial stance and laughed happily. He shouted and praised: "Player Matsuyama Ryu is very angry. He tried another combination of punches, but he still couldn't hit him. Player Aokiji is really too strong!"

"Big Devil!" "Big Devil!" "Big Devil!"

The audience in the audience cheered in unison.

Aaron really couldn't bear it this time.

He angrily stepped forward and punched Aoki Tsukasa on the chin.

You hide, I rush into your arms, where are you hiding?

A cold light flashed in Aokiji's eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

He was confident that Aaron's fist could not hit him, but that didn't mean that he was really showing off his skills.

This is a trap.

And Aaron was fooled!

Aoki Si no longer dodged backwards, but dived forward suddenly, leaning over Aaron's left side. Just when Aaron thought Aoki Si was going to hug him and throw him, he was prepared to prevent the fall. At the same time, Aokiji's right elbow was raised strangely.

Old John originally wanted to scold Aokiji with a stinky face and ask him to calm down and stop playing with such hot-blooded things. But when he saw this scene, his eyes widened and only two words popped out of his open mouth. Simple words: "What fxxk?"

Vertical elbow strike!

This elbow couldn't be colder or weirder! It was as if Aokiji's right arm was separated from his body at this moment, and his elbow was like a sharp blade, piercing hard from bottom to top.

"Snapped!"

This elbow made such a crisp sound that even the audience outside the Octagon could hear it clearly.

Aaron felt a pain in his jaw, his vision went dark, and the next moment, the world was spinning.

"Vertical elbow strike! This is a vertical elbow strike!" Ishida Hayabusa almost went crazy. He stood up and shouted crazily in the speechless eyes of his partner: "This is what Nishiyama Teru almost knocked out before. The move! But now, it appears in the hands of the big devil! And it has been improved. Instead of raising the elbow from the front, it raises the elbow to the side while dodging, which is more concealed and more deadly!"

"This is an elbow from hell, this is a call from hell! Matsuyama Ryu, you are leaving! You are leaving! The gate to hell has been opened!"

"What is this! What is this?! It's a murder!"

Ishida Hayabusa's words did not sound out of place to the neon audience at all. Rather, this tone seemed to be popular in the entire neon commentary world. The audience in the audience became even more excited by his words, and the entire venue fell into it. There was a frenzy, and his partner was forced into silence because he couldn't keep up with his brain circuits.

Aaron could no longer hear what the commentator was yelling at this time. He only felt that his eyes were dark. His only desire to fight made him stagger back, but it was obvious that his brain was in a state of confusion and he could not control it at all. own steps.

He crooked his left leg, trying to stand up straight, but his right leg crooked as well, as if he was drunk, and started tangoing in the Octagon.

Aokiji looked at him with an indifferent expression, stretched out his hand and pointed at him, then raised his thumb and crossed it horizontally from left to right on his neck, making a throat-cutting gesture.

Just after the throat-slitting gesture ended, Aaron sat down on the ground with a bang, leaning against the octagonal cage net, his whole body swaying, and wanted to get up, but he couldn't stand up after two attempts.

He panted and wanted to take a moment to continue the game, but the referee had already walked over: "The game is over!"

Aaron opened his eyes blankly, still roaring to himself: "I can still fight!"

But obviously, he looked like he was drunk, and the referee did not allow the game to continue.

Amidst the sudden cheers from the audience, Aokiji stood in the center of the venue, raised his arms excitedly, pointed to the sky with both hands, and let out a long roar: "Ah!!!"

"demon king!"

"demon king!"

"demon king!"

There was an extremely unified shout from the sidelines.

Ishida Hayabusa couldn't wait and shouted: "Go tell the whole neon! The great devil of Yachiyo has been born! The competition in the Chiba Division has finally officially ended! The next step is the national war! I believe that our Chiba The big devil will slaughter all opponents and become the strongest supernova!"

"Let us cheer for the big devil together!"

"demon king!"

"demon king"

In the field, there were endless cheers. Aokiji raised the corner of his mouth, climbed over the fence of the octagonal cage, opened his arms, and stood on the narrow fence. The light bathed his body. The cheers from around him poured into his ears like a wave, and his heart pounded. With a thumping beat, he stretched out his arm, pointed to the seat of the Wuyang students in the auditorium, and nodded.

Then, Aokiji used his legs to step on the fence, landed with an extremely graceful backflip, returned to the octagonal cage, and took over the microphone handed over by the host.

The host asked the question with a smile on his face: "The competition in the Chiba Division is over. You have officially broken through the top 16 and entered the top eight in the country. First of all, I want to say congratulations to you."

"Thank you." Aokiji calmly accepted the water from Matsuyama Yan next to him. At this time, the game was over, and Aaron's coaching team in the Octagon also went to the Octagon to check on his condition. Although Aaron was able to stand up at this time, it was obvious that the elbow had dealt him a big blow. He was probably concussed, and he was shaking a little when he walked.

"The next game will take place outside Chiba, and the opponents we face are also very strong, and they are the best in each division. Do you have anything to say to them about this?"

The host said, handing the microphone to Aoki Tsukasa.

Aokiji knew that it was time to speak harshly again. After thinking for a moment, he calmly said into the microphone: "To be honest, no, but I do have something to say to the program team."

"Write my name on the check, I will come and get it soon." Aokiji smiled at the camera, but the host continued to ask: "There have been a lot of public opinions on the Internet before, do you still think about this?" I haven’t made any remarks. Do you have anything to say about those words?”

Aoki took the microphone, thought for a moment, and said with a serious expression: "In a sense, I am indeed a bad boy, and I don't want to deny it. But I think I am really a good person."

When he said this, Aaron, with a dull expression and blood on his face, appeared behind Aokiji's shoulder in the camera's frame, revealing his very confused face at this time.

"Really." Aokiji nodded seriously.

Uh. The host looked a little embarrassed.

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PS: The author weakly let go of the keyboard. His sore shoulders, blurred vision, and the lingering smoke gradually made the computer screen a little blurry.

“Is there still no monthly pass today?”

"Ah"

"hateful."

Gradually, the author could no longer detect whether the sour tears in his eyes blurred his vision or the smoke in front of him blurred everything.

"I am no longer loved by readers." The author raised the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating tone, recalling the smiles and voices of the readers beside him. The room gradually fell into darkness, with only the light of cigarette butts flickering on and off.