Figures were flying on the ring, and fists and feet were rumbling.

"Bang"…….

Zhang Kun punched Miya Honda Chong, but at the same time, there was a black foot shadow on his chest, and his body took several steps to stabilize his body.

However, before Zhang Kun could breathe, Miyamoto flew backwards and kicked his feet on the ground, his body turned into a white light and rushed towards him again.

Zhang Kun ignored the kick in his chest, and there was a heavy pain. He stepped on his body and went up again.

The two of them went back and forth, with some wounds on their bodies from time to time.

Miyahonda Oki's Taoist suit was already messy, and his collar was even broken, and there were many wrinkles and black on the white.

Zhang Kun was not good-looking either. Although the golden silk and jade wool clothes were not damaged, the footprints on it were white, and blood was oozing out of the wound on his neck again. The most scary thing was a blue black in the corner of Zhang Kun's eyes. It was kicked by Miya Honda. Although Zhang Kun lifted his strength in time, he still left the blue black scars and even cracked faintly.

The battle lasted for more than ten minutes. At this time, both of them were panting, sweat was flowing desperately as if they were not worth it. Their fists and feet were not as strong as they were at the beginning, and only the light in their eyes was still there.

Zhang Kun kicked Miyamoto under the ribs, and Miyamoto slashed Zhang Kun's thigh with a palm...

Zhang Kun hit Miyamoto's abdomen with a palm. When Miyamoto flew upside down, an inverted golden hook kicked Zhang Kun's jaw.

Miyamoto fell over his shoulder and threw Zhang Kun to the ground. Zhang Kun swept another leg and swept Miyamoto down.

Miyamoto's hand knife made Zhang Kun's right cheek add another injury, and Zhang Kun used a fen ring hand to flip Miyamoto's right arm.

One punch after another, one kick after another...

On the ring, the breath was weak little by little, and the atmosphere was solemn little by little.

Under the ring, everyone had no smile on their faces, and they all looked at the two desperate figures on the ring.

Miyamoto's face was covered with blue black, purple swelling, scars, and his clothes were already torn, and his whole body looked very miserable. Zhang Kun was the same, and he even had blood in the corner of his mouth, which indicated that his internal organs had been damaged and ruptured, causing the qi and blood to surge...

Zhang Kun punched Miyamoto hard in the face. Under the huge force, Miyaman himself was unstable and fell to the ground.

But before falling to the ground, Miyamoto kicked Zhang Kun hard in the chest with a slight shaking of wind on his right foot.

The weak Zhang Kun flew backwards immediately, and then flipped over and fell to the ground with a puff.

Miyamoto's head was severely damaged, his mind was in chaos, drowsy, and his body was shaking. He finally stood up slowly and gasped in big breaths.

Looking at Zhang Kun again, he was lying on the ground, trying hard to support the ground with both hands, trying to stand up.

But as soon as he exerted his hands, a severe pain suddenly came from his chest. The body that had just been supported a little suddenly fell down again. At the same time, his belly surged, and the corners of his mouth finally couldn't help it. With a puff, a mouthful of blood gushed out suddenly, staining a large piece of floor tiles in front of Zhang Kun...

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhang Kun's breath finally became chaotic. His mind was drowsy and his eyes began to slowly turn.

As the continuous breath in my chest slowly dissipated, the pain in my body instantly doubled, and my strength gradually faded away.

Zhang Kun slowly raised his head and looked out of the arena, but the place where he saw it was blurred.

"Are you going to lose?" Zhang Kun's mind was in chaos.

At this moment, under the ring, people in the martial arts world were breathing heavily. They looked at Zhang Kun, who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood, with heavy eyes.

Still not possible? Is Zhang Kun, who fights three masters alone, can't do it? Miyahonda Oki is really so strong? Why...

The internal organs were injured, and there were several broken ribs on the chest.

Could it be that Japan is going to win again this time?

It's obvious that so much preparation has been made.

The four great masters at the front of the watch seat also looked gloomy or gloomy.

"No, you can't let Zhang Kun die here!" Suddenly, a murmur that gritted teeth, then Wu Xiufeng's eyes condensed and his body suddenly stood up.

But just as his body moved, he pressed down his right hand suddenly, pressed his shoulders, and pressed his body tightly on the seat.

Wu Xiufeng's face changed, and he suddenly turned his head and glared at Guo Changsheng beside him, about to roar.

But Guo Changsheng lowered his head, closed his eyes, slowly shook his head, shaking it bit by bit. At the same time, waves of wood chips cracked from his left hand and on the left handle of the seat.

The left hand, with blue veins rising straight, pinching the left handle into debris bit by bit.

Guo Changsheng clenched his silver teeth, closed his eyes, and did not speak. He just pressed Wu Xiufeng's hand and kept trembling.

Wu Xiufeng glared at Guo Changsheng, but slowly, slowly, Wu Xiufeng collapsed on the chair without moving, but just murmured bitterly: "Chinese martial arts? Hey, Chinese martial arts..."

Guo Changsheng didn't hear Wu Xiufeng's words, and his heart felt like blood was dripping in his heart.

He didn't even dare to look up and look at Zhang Kun's appearance at this moment. He was like this the moment Zhang Kun vomited blood.

Why, why is it only five months? Guo Changsheng's heart is roaring and roaring.

Five months, why is there only five months? If you can have a little more, just a little more time.

He could see clearly the situation on the ring. In terms of martial arts, Zhang Kun was not inferior to Miyamoto, and in terms of experience, Zhang Kun was not inferior, but Zhang Kun lost in his body.

Although he had already worked so hard to refine his body, Zhang Kun's body was still not as good as Miyahonda Kotoshi's body that had been refining for decades.

Five months vs. decades?

At that time, the eldest brother of the Liang family ended up losing and then losing because he couldn't keep up. Now, is Zhang Kun also going back to his old path?

One is old and weak, the other is young and has not grown...

Miyahonda Yuki, should you say you are too lucky, or is my Liang brother and Zhang Kun’s junior nephew have too bad luck?

The way of heaven is unfair...

Two figures kept flashing in Guo Changsheng's heart, one was Liang Xing and the other was Zhang Kun.

Two figures pressed him down and he seemed unable to breathe.

He didn't want Zhang Kun to die, he also wanted to jump up and save Zhang Kun, but Zhang Kun's words still rang in his ears.

"I don't want anyone to intervene in today's competition. I, Zhang Kun, can lose or lose, but I never want to be able to raise my head in the future!" Guo Changsheng clenched his silver teeth.

Miyahonda Oki, you and I are irreconcilable in this life. A year later, you or not!

If I can't avenge my elder brother and Zhang Kun, so what if I go with them?

At this time, there was another person in the front row of the viewing seat, looking at Zhang Kun who was lying on the ground in the ring, and Miyahonda Chong who was shaking up, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and then his right hand slowly raised...
Chapter completed!