But when Li Zheng walked up to us, his face darkened. He clutched his abdomen and took a deep breath. "Damn, this Japanese guy's knees are pretty hard!"
Director Qi asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Li Zheng smiled and shook his head. "I can still hold on.
Director Qi, the show is about to start. "
We didn't understand what Li Zheng meant.
It wasn't until twenty minutes later that we understood.
Li Zheng was out of breath. He raised his head and glanced at his opponent.
Matsushita Jin Rong was being scolded by Yamamoto Masataka.
The corner of Li Zheng's mouth revealed a slight smile, but his fists were already tightly clenched.
Director Qi said, "You played well in the last two rounds. If you can keep this up in the next round, he won't have a chance to make a comeback."
Li Zheng rubbed his abdomen and said, "Don't worry, Director. I'll take him out in the next round!"
The bell rang and the lady gracefully walked around the ring. The fourth round officially began.
Matsushita Jin Rong's expression was no longer as fierce as before. Instead, it was dull and lifeless.
Standing in the ring, his chest was no longer straight. He looked like an old man with one foot in the grave.
Although Li Zheng's face and body were injured, his spirit was high.
He smiled at Matsushita Jin Rong and gave him a hint.
Matsushita Jin Rong's eyes flashed with surprise. Then, he softly assumed a fighting posture.
It was obvious that he didn't have much strength left.
The referee blew the whistle and the duel officially began.
Li Zheng was like a tiger that hadn't eaten for a long time. He rushed toward Matsushita Jin Rong.
Matsushita Jin Rong screamed and wanted to dodge, but he was too weak. Li Zheng punched him in the head and he staggered and fell to the ground.
When he stood up again, blood was gushing out of his nose.
His face was red.
Seeing this, a member of the organizing committee asked into the microphone, "Japanese representative, the contestant is bleeding too much. You can apply for a fifteen-minute truce."
Yamamoto Masataka jumped onto the ring and grabbed the referee's walkie-talkie. He shouted, "The Japanese samurai can't be defeated. Asking us to truce is an insult to us.
When we stand in the arena, we have already disregarded life and death. Moreover, our opponent is only one person.
Hearing his words, I really wanted to stand up and curse: Fuck you!
You're about to be beaten into a hornet's nest, yet you're still pretending to be virtuous!
The leaders of the organizing committee on the rostrum were obviously indignant at this person's arrogance. A member of the organizing committee shouted, "Well, since you want to force yourself, then we won't stop you."
Since you're standing in this arena, life and death are determined by the heavens. Since you don't care about the lives of your comrades, then continue to be beaten!
Yamamoto Nobutaka was obviously enraged; shaking his shoulders, he said, "I told you, we can't be defeated!
Then Yamamoto Nobutaka walked in front of Matsushita's Jingrong and scolded sharply, "Don't be a coward!
Matsushita Jingrong nodded fiercely.
Yamamoto Shintaka walked out of the ring with high steps. At this time, the audience was in a mess.
But in reality, unexpected situations were always unexpected.
The referee whistled again, which meant that the bloody duel had started again.
Li Zheng began to use all of his skills. He used his heavy fists to violently beat Matsushita, and used his gorgeous and fierce leg techniques to fiercely attack Matsushita. He beat Matsushita until Matsushita was like a boat swaying in the fierce waves, but he still couldn't make the final decision.
Seeing Matsushita Jingrong still standing, we couldn't help but feel surprised!
Matsushita Jingrong, who had been beaten to a pulp by Li Zheng, was now like a robot. No matter how sharp Li Zheng's attacks were, it was difficult to knock him down.
Perhaps, this was their abnormal spirit. Yamamoto Nobutaka's words really played a strong role in motivating them.
Looking at the situation in the arena, I couldn't help but want to rush up and help Li Zheng. I wanted to kill this stubborn man who was like a robot.
It's not that I'm too cruel, it's hatred, a deep hatred!
In the end, a miracle was born. In this round, although Matsushita Jingrong didn't have the power to fight back, no matter how sharp Li Zheng's attacks were, he couldn't make the final decision. His body was swaying like a roly-poly toy, or a drunkard.
It was very difficult to make him fall.
Matsushita Jingrong actually survived the fourth round. The bell rang to signal the end of the fourth round, but he was still standing.
It was undeniable that he was a warrior!
The referee announced, "Fourth round, Li Zheng wins!"
Li Zheng wiped his sweat and returned to the corner to sit down. He cursed, "This little Japanese is so damn tough. I thought I could finish him this round!"
Qiao Ling wiped his sweat. Director Qi said, "Don't worry.
It looks like he's just holding on.
He's already seriously injured. "
Li Zheng waved his fist and said, "Next round, I'll make sure he can't get up!"
I said, "Li Zheng, try to play more steadily in the next round. You're in too much of a hurry, so your stamina is depleted too quickly.
First, wait for the exhausted, accumulate enough strength, and try to make the final decision. "
Li Zheng nodded and said, "Understood."
The bell rang. Li Zheng and Matsushita Jingrong got up and walked to the center of the ring.
On the ring, Matsushita Jingrong and Li Zheng stared at each other like tigers watching their prey. No one attacked first.
After standing still for a moment, Li Zheng roared and kicked Matsushita Jingrong's head. The kick drew a beautiful arc in the air.
Matsushita Jingrong ducked and dodged. Then, he counterattacked and punched Li Zheng's face.
Li Zheng was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
The audience was in an uproar.
Many Chinese people stood up nervously and waved their five-starred red flags while cheering for Li Zheng.
I was also surprised!
How could Matsushita Jingrong, who was already half dead, suddenly make such a move?
I, Li Zheng, could be considered a veteran of the battlefield. According to everyone's speculations, Matsushita Jingrong was already exhausted and had countless internal and external injuries.
Li Zheng's victory was basically set.
But no one would have thought that just when everyone believed in the outcome of the match, Matsushita's Jing Rong would actually be able to make such a sharp attack, causing Li Zheng to fall to the ground.
That speed was surprisingly fast!
It was like a bolt of lightning.
It was likely that even Li Zheng himself would not have thought that his half-dead opponent would still be able to unleash such a powerful attack.
Director Qi stood up in shock.
The girls next to him covered their eyes again and exclaimed at the bloody scene. They couldn't bear to watch.
You Meng's expression was serious. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and said, "What's going on?"
Qiao Ling said, "They're too cunning. He was deliberately pretending to be weak."
I shook my head and said, "No."
In fact, he was already seriously injured, but there was a tenacious spirit in his body that controlled him and forced out the potential in his body.
Qi Mengyan said, "That's right!
He's very durable. "
They won't admit defeat easily, nor will they surrender easily.
In the ring, Li Zheng stood up. He was a little dazed by the punch, but he didn't lose his will to fight.
The referee counted for Li Zheng. Li Zheng shook his head and raised his arms to show that he could hold on.
The match continued. Matsushita Jingrong seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. He launched a crazy counterattack as if he wanted to kill his opponent.
Li Zheng, who was a little slow, tried his best to dodge and block, waiting for the bell to ring.
Director Qi shook his head regretfully. He didn't want Li Zheng to win in such a difficult situation.
You Meng led a few female generals and cheered for Li Zheng. There were also a few girls not far away. They waved their slender arms and showed their tenacity. Their cheers were like a melody.
To everyone's surprise, Li Zheng dodged his opponent's follow-up punch and used a move called Snake-Shaped Swing Hammer, smashing his opponent's face.
But Matsushita Jingrong didn't fall. Instead, he staggered back. Li Zheng followed closely behind. He flew into the air, turned around, and kicked his opponent to the ground.
The referee counted for Matsushita Jingrong.
Matsushita Jingrong, who was dizzy, struggled to stand up.
But when he stood up, it meant that the tragedy had officially begun.
Matsushita Jingrong, who had been holding on, relied on his strong willpower to contend with Li Zheng.
In the beginning, he did rely on the Bushido spirit and the belief of loyalty to the Emperor to seize the initiative. However, as Li Zheng adjusted his state, he took back the initiative in a very short time.
With a turn of the body, Matsushita Jingrong was doomed to lose.
Although Matsushita Jingrong still stood up tenaciously, everyone could see that this Japanese samurai was exhausted.
His face was dripping with blood.
There was also blood seeping out of his body.
She was like a warrior who had just walked out of the battlefield. Her eyes were red, and she gradually lost her spirit.
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