What is Li Shuang doing?

Zhang Kun was a little confused. Why did he take out the tie that he had just wrapped?

But Zhang Kun will find out soon.

Li Shuang took off the gauze on her body, then supported the ground with both hands, and slowly stood up.

He looked up at the figure laughing wildly on the ring. Li Shuang quietly, step by step, her body swayed slightly, and slowly walked up the ring from the ladder.

He stood quietly opposite Otsuka Yoshikawa, and his face turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

Zhang Kun's face changed suddenly, but he had no time to say anything. Otsuka Yoshikawa stopped and laughed wildly, then tilted his head to look at Li Shuang opposite him, with a strange smile on his face.

"Zhizhi, it's so pitiful, I've been beaten like this."

"But..., since his defeated general is beaten like this, he should hide in the crowd and run up again. Do you want to be beaten by me again?" Otsuka Yoshikawa laughed wildly again, mocking Li Shuang.

Li Shuang was quietly mocked by Otsuka Yoshikawa until his crazy laughter was slightly lowered. Li Shuang said quietly: "We will lose to you. We can only blame ourselves for not being good at learning skills, which has nothing to do with Chinese martial arts."

"Chinese martial arts have been passed down for thousands of years, and its profoundness is beyond your understanding of the Japanese pirate country."

"Karate is just a tiny trick borrowed from Chinese martial arts."

The sound of laughing suddenly stopped. Otsuka Yoshikawa, who was laughing wildly, trembled his eyes, slowly lowered his head, and looked at Li Shuang with a gloomy face.

"Mini-ultimate skills? Karate is the best martial art in the world."

"As for reference, it is not known whether you Chinese martial arts have borrowed from our karate!"

Li Shuang's face remained unchanged and she said lightly: "What is the fact, it can be found in history."

Otsuka Yoshikawa gritted his teeth: "You are looking for death..."

Li Shuang took a deep breath, then slowly set out to make a move: "Shaolin Twelve Road Tan Les Heir, Challenge to Karate..."

Zhang Kun's face changed suddenly on the stage. Damn, that bastard, what do he want to do?

challenge?

Challenge a ghost.

Can you win? Do you have a chance to win? You will die.

Otsuka Yoshikawa's gloomy face was stunned at first, then he laughed wildly: "Challenge? OK, challenge, Shaolin Tan's legs, southern fist, northern legs, today I will break the southern fist and the northern legs..."

Otsuka Yoshikawa roared lowly, then rushed towards Li Shuang and kicked first.

The battle situation started again, and the two of them came over and there were shadows on the ring. Otsuka Yoshikawa attacked step by step, while Li Shuang was both offensive and defensive.

Otsuka Yoshikawa has played dozens of games, but he has consumed a lot of energy in the end, and his strength is no longer at his peak.

So at first, Li Shuang was reluctant to support her, but her body was exercising vigorously at any time, and the wounds she had just bandaged began to rupture one by one.

The cheek gap began to hemorrhage, the legs of the pants turned bright red again, and the right arm, which had finally been reset, was often severe pain.

Li Shuang's face was completely pale, but his face was so calm, even though blood had flowed into the corners of his mouth.

Li Shuang's face was calm and she flashed past Otsuka Yoshikawa's kick. She was about to fly behind her, but her mind suddenly hurt, her eyes blurred in an instant, and her whole body was even more dumb as if she was stunned.

Almost instantly, a huge fist rushed over.

"Touch", a figure leaned back high, Li Shuang let out a mouthful of blood in the air, and then fell down on the ring with a puff.

"Li Shuang..." Zhang Kun couldn't help but exclaim, and Zhou Yaqi next to him also suddenly flashed with nervousness on her face.

However, amid the exclamation, Li Shuang stood up staggeringly, with new injuries on his face, and a big blue and purple color.

Li Shuang gasped, her figure shaking, her eyes staring at Otsuka Yoshikawa in the middle of the ring.

Seeing that Li Shuang could still stand up, Zhang Kun finally felt relieved, and then quickly shouted: "Enough, Li Shuang, admit defeat, you can't win!"

What is strange is that Yoshikawa Otsuka did not pursue the victory, but looked at Li Shuang with a smirk on his face: "Yes, why don't you admit defeat? You can't win, so, let's get off the stage obediently."

Li Shuang didn't say anything, just gasped quietly, and then shouted in the horrified eyes of everyone, and rushed towards Otsuka Yoshikawa again.

Otsuka Yoshikawa's face turned cold, and then his figure flew with a bang.

Li Shuang was hit hard at the corner of her mouth, her figure turned over and fell to the ring.

When the ring was trembling, Zhang Kun's heart also trembled. He stared blankly at the difficulty, but firmly, Li Shuang who stood up little by little.

What are you insisting on?

Why do you still have to stand up? You have lost and you can't beat him anymore. You even shake while standing. What else do you beat him?

Give up, admit defeat, you will not be embarrassed to admit defeat, you said it yourself.

Zhang Kun opened his mouth and wanted to roar, but his throat felt dry, and Zhou Yaqi next to him also looked gloomy. She looked at the shaking figure standing up, and then looked at the bloodthirsty Otsuka Yoshikawa in the middle of the ring.

Zhou Yaqi snorted angrily, and her right hand slapped on the edge of the arena, and she was about to soar into the air, but at this time, a right hand was quietly placed on her shoulder.

Zhou Yaqi turned her head suddenly and glared, but she was stunned soon. Standing behind her was Zhenkun, who had been beaten up by her before.

However, at this time, Zhenkun was damaged all over, and several serious purple marks on his face made him look embarrassed. He even had a triangle scarf hanging on his left hand and his right arm quietly hung on his chest.

After Zhou Yaqi looked over, Zhenkun showed a stiff and ugly smile on his face, but he still opened his chapped lips and asked: "Ms. Zhou, I am really sorry for the past. I apologize to you, but this time, please don't interfere."

"This is a battle for Chinese martial arts, and the only one who comes to power is the successor of Chinese martial arts."

"I don't underestimate your taekwondo, but I still ask."

"Even if we lose, we will lose more decently."

Zhou Yaqi was stunned. She stared at Zhenkun in front of her, then turned to look at Li Shuang who was shaking up on the ring.

She was silent. After a while, her hand that was on the edge of the ring slowly pulled back. She stood there quietly, staring at the ring blankly.

"Thank you!" Zhenkun finished whispering, then slowly squeezed out the crowd and walked towards the stairs of the ring.

Li Shuang, hold on, I can no longer jump onto the ring, at least let me walk to the stairs first.

Zhou Yaqi suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhenkun's backs squeezing away the crowd bit by bit. She was in a bad mood, really bad.

If you lose, you lose, why do you have to talk about decency?

If you want to be decent, what should you exchange for?

Injuries, only injuries, one by one, minor injuries turn into serious injuries, and then you become decent...

But is such decency really worth it?
Chapter completed!