Li Shuang stood up shakingly, with her blurred eyes open, and then he rushed up again.

"Touch", punch, and hit it hard.

Stand up again, rush again, and be knocked away again.

Every time Li Shuang is knocked away, it seems like she is about to end, but in the end he will always stagger, stand up staggeringly, and then rush towards Otsuka Yoshikawa again.

Nothing changed, the only thing that changed was Li Shuang's injuries, increasing again and again, and her face became paler again and again.

There is no place for eyes, nose, and mouth.

There are purple marks of dust removal everywhere on my hands, legs, and body.

The entire venue was silent. Everyone looked at the scars on Li Shuang's body on the ring and felt a sense of depression. Some people even turned their heads and didn't dare to look at them anymore.

Zhou Yaqi also held her hands tightly and looked at the Li Shuang, who seemed to have become a different person from usual.

Arrogant, arrogant, fierce, gentleman, rogue... Are you, who is as impermanent as a psychopath, another disease at this time?

However, in the past, your illness always ended when it hits the bottom line and then changed. So why didn’t you end today?

You have persisted enough, it's time to change.

Is that so-called decency really that important?

Zhang Kun didn't understand, he didn't know what Li Shuang was insisting on.

Even if you are not as strong as your strength, you should admit defeat. Isn’t it just a competition? There are always losses and losses in the competition, and no one can say that he is the best in the world.

Losing is nothing, why do you have to fight to the death?

Zhang Kun couldn't figure it out, but seeing Li Shuang's current appearance, Zhang Kun knew that he could not let Li Shuang continue, otherwise he would be dead.

Although Zhang Kun doesn't like Li Shuang, he is his classmate after all, and it is impossible to watch him continue like this.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flew backwards from afar and then fell hard on the edge of the ring in front of Zhang Kun.

He fell to the ground hard, the figure coughed, and then trembled, the figure struggled to stand up.

Li Shuang... Zhang Kun almost didn't think about it, so he rushed forward and grabbed his hand, and Zhang Kun roared.

"Enough, what do you want to do? Give up."

"If you continue to fight, you can't win, why do you have to force yourself?"

"You said yourself. Since it is a battle that is destined to be unwinnable, why should you persist?"

"If you lose, you will lose. It's not embarrassing. But the important thing is, after losing."

"If you stay in the green mountains, you will not have to worry about burning firewood. You will have a chance to find your place today in the future."

"And if you continue to fight..., you will die!"

Zhang Kun's roar made Li Shuang, who was struggling to stand up, obviously stunned. Then he slowly raised his head and slowly looked at Zhang Kun with his already blurred eyes.

Yes, Zhang Kun, is that coward who snatched my girlfriend? This guy actually cares about me too?

Li Shuang, who had been hit hard twice, had blood seeped in the corner of her eyes, and her eyes were already blurred, looking a little dazed. The corners of his broken mouth were gently raised, showing an ugly smile, and then... raised his bloody hand bit by bit, and broke open Zhang Kun and grabbed his palm.

Li Shuang didn't have much strength anymore, but his hands were still firm, little by little, fingered by finger, slowly spreading Zhang Kun's hand away.

But whenever he spread one finger apart, Zhang Kun would always hold on to another finger tightly.

Zhang Kun had made up his mind and could not let him continue to fight. He could not see Li Shuang being beaten to death on the ring like this.

However, Li Shuang was also very determined. Zhang Kun kept closing, and he kept breaking it.

The two of them had been in a stalemate for more than a minute, and Li Shuang finally lost her strength. He supported his hands on the ground and gasped gently.

After resting for a while, Li Shuang slowly raised her head and looked at Zhang Kun: "Let go!"

Li Shuang's voice was very soft, and he even had difficulty speaking.

But Zhang Kun shook his head desperately.

Seeing this, a difficult smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Li Shuang's mouth, and her blurry eyes looked at the shaking face, and a trace of warmth flashed in her eyes.

Li Shuang suddenly felt that the face in front of her sometimes seemed not so ugly.

But soon, Li Shuang's eyes became firmer again.

He is a rich second generation, he is a playboy, he has endless money to spend, likes racing, and loves chasing women. However, he is also a martial arts practitioner, he loves Chinese martial arts, and he has his own pride.

Chinese martial arts are the best and no one can insult.

Li Shuang looked at Zhang Kun quietly, then slowly opened her mouth: "If it was just a competition, if I lost, I would lose. It's no big deal."

"But he said that Chinese martial arts are not good, but they are not good for performance."

Li Shuang's face suddenly changed and roared out, and then as if with this roar, his strength seemed to come back. He instantly spread the hand that Zhang Kun was holding, and then stood up shakingly.

He stood up, and looked at Zhang Kun seriously with a face that was beaten to the point of being almost unrecognizable.

"I can lose or lose, but Chinese martial arts can't."

"So, even if I die, I will never give up."

Li Shuang roared and said this, then turned around and rushed towards the Japanese again.

Zhang Kun was stunned, and he stared blankly at the back that rushed forward.

Li Shuang, is this Li Shuang?

Zhang Kun's eyes were confused, and he stared blankly at the back.

I can lose, I can lose, but Chinese martial arts are not good. Even if I die, I will never give up.

Chinese martial arts? What is martial arts?

Isn’t it just a way to strengthen your body?

But why, Li Shuang, who used to hate him very much, now had something that he couldn't even understand.

He also heard what Zhenkun and Zhou Yaqi said before, "Bah."

What a decent loss... From the moment he stepped onto the ring, Li Shuang didn't think she could walk down alive.

He wanted to save the dignity of Chinese martial arts by death.

Zhang Kun began to tremble all over. He looked at the unyielding figure rushing to Yoshikawa Otsuka, and then he was punched hard in the face again, and his whole figure fell heavily into the ring.

The moment Li Shuang fell to the ground, the ring trembled, Zhang Kun also trembled all over, and then his eyes seemed to be frozen at that moment.

Then, he watched Li Shuang stand up tremblingly again, and Zhang Kun suddenly slowly looked up and looked at the translucent figure in the air.

"Mr. Liang, is this Chinese martial arts?"

Mr. Liang in the air was silent, then closed his eyes gently and nodded: "Yes, this is Chinese martial arts."

"Is that true?" Zhang Kunran murmured.

What is Chinese martial arts?

This is Chinese martial arts!

Zhang Kun suddenly smiled, showed a bitter smile, and then turned to look at Mr. Liang.

"You said, is Yongchun also a Chinese martial art?"

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