On the ring, Miyamoto shook his head, his dizzy mind became clearer, then turned his head to look at Zhang Kun, who was still lying on the ground, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I didn't expect that I could compete with me like this, and I was so young. It was indeed a genius. If I asked you to practice for two more years, I might be no match for me.

But unfortunately, it's over.

Miyamoto sneered and was about to go forward to end the competition, but his body suddenly froze as soon as he moved, and he stood there motionless.

An extremely strong murderous intent suddenly appeared from the far east, locking him tightly.

Miyamoto's face remained unchanged, but his heart suddenly sank.

Sniper….

Miyamoto was motionless. If it were normal, when he encountered such a situation, he would definitely dodge immediately. At his speed, as long as the sniper was not firing the shot as soon as the lock was locked, he could always find a way to avoid it, and even make the sniper unable to lock it.

But now, when fighting with Zhang Kun, his strength has dropped rapidly, but he can no longer do this.

So he could only stand in place and wait, waiting for the best opportunity. At the moment when the sniper fired, that few seconds would be his only chance.

Just as Miyamoto was restrained by a sniper, Zhang Kun's blurred eyes gradually returned to clearness, and people on the watchroom gradually appeared in front of him.

The gloomy Cui Binduan, the sad Xue Zhai, the bitter Wu Xiufeng, the Guo Changsheng who lowered his head and said nothing, and the Old Master Lu holding his right hand...

Looking at Mr. Lu, who raised his right hand and was full of murderous intentions, Zhang Kun's head suddenly came to his senses like an electric shock. Zhang Kun suddenly opened his mouth to scream.

But when he opened his mouth, due to the squeeze of his chest and abdomen, the fracture of his ribs, and the injury of his internal organs, when he opened his mouth, a stream of qi and blood suddenly surged up, and the blood sprayed again.

Zhang Kun's abnormality immediately attracted the attention of everyone in front of him. Everyone looked at Zhang Kun. When Mr. Lu saw Zhang Kun vomiting blood again, he felt a grip in his heart. At the same time, the murderous intent flashed in his eyes became more obvious. His raised right hand was about to hold it tightly and issued a command to kill.

Zhang Kun was very anxious, his mouth was filled with blood. He couldn't speak, so Zhang Kun could only shake his head violently.

However, when shaking his head, he used too much force, causing severe pain to come from his neck. Zhang Kun fainted and almost fell into a coma.

He could not speak or shake his head. Zhang Kun could only look at Mr. Lu with a begging gaze. His neck was shaken little by little with the least force, and his mouth was opened and closed with blood: Don't...

Zhang Kun kept opening his mouth and shook his head, and his face covered with scars was full of prayers.

Mr. Lu froze all over. He looked at the 17-year-old boy, holding happiness and spending a happy birthday with her, the teenager standing on the operating table and doing everything to save his happy life, the teenager who was shaking a swing gently in the garden, laughing with happiness...

At this time, he was covered in scars, cracked corners of his eyes, bleeding on his lips, and a pool of blood stains on the ground. What was he doing?

You are a student, a doctor, and a charlatan. When did you have to take care of the martial arts world?

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?

Fuck..., you are just a brat, a brat who is less than 18 years old, you are not fucking old yet.

Isn’t there any need to turn around without you in this world?

Moreover, you have done enough to train for five months and fight to the death.

Don’t want to be unable to raise your head in the future? What the hell are you unable to raise your head?

If you can't raise your head, it's just that those "experts" in the Chinese martial arts world actually want you, a child who is not yet adult, to bear these responsibilities that should not belong to you.

Is there no one in China?

If my family property is left to you for supervision in the future, who dares to make you unable to raise your head?

Mr. Lu gritted his teeth and glared at the incompetent boy.

It's all like this, you really want to die.

You don’t want to live, but Happiness still wants her elder brother.

A fierce light flashed in Old Master Lu's eyes, and his raised right hand was about to hold it down sharply.

However, when he opened his eyes, he stared blankly at Zhang Kun's face, which was constantly shaking his head, and a trace of crystal clearness fell from the corners of his eyes.

Mr. Lu was stunned, and his hand, which was about to hold tightly, froze there.

You cry? Why do you cry?

Old Master Lu stared blankly at the crystal tears, which struck the cheeks and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, slowly turning from crystal to rosy and turbid, and then dripped onto the floor tiles...

The old man's heart seemed to be empty in an instant, his mind was blank, and there was only the pattern of blood and tears falling in his eyes.

The old man's hand froze there, holding it up, trying to hold it, but it seemed as if there was an inexplicable force to stop him, but the punch could not be held.

He looked at Zhang Kun and stayed for a long time.

Are the teenagers passionate, impulsive, stubborn, and stubborn?

But, is it worth it?

The old man's face with old man spots sank little by little. Suddenly, the old man showed a hint of bitterness, and his right hand was slowly put down.

Well, life is yours, you can do whatever you want...

The old man regained his expressionless look again, closed his eyes slightly, leaned on a crutch, and said nothing. The gloom on his face was stagnant.

Seeing Mr. Lu withdraw his hand, Zhang Kun relaxed his face, then showed a hint of gratitude, and his mouth opened and closed slightly: Thank you!

Seeing that Mr. Lu closed his eyes and never looked at him again, and his heartbroken look on his face, Zhang Kun showed a bitter smile on his face.

Old man, I also know that you are for my own good, but since I am standing here today, I am not the only one I represent at this moment.

I can continue to live without shame, but Chinese martial arts are not good.

Since I insisted on launching this challenge on my own initiative, all the bitter fruits will naturally be borne by myself.

Moreover, the competition is not over yet, I have not lost, and I will not lose.

I don't want to die, nor can I die, old man, please watch it.

Zhang Kun grinned a smile on the corner of his mouth, then took a deep breath, endured the severe pain from the broken ribs on his chest, and then supported his hands and stood up slowly little by little.
Chapter completed!