I feel like I'm going a little crazy!
Suddenly, I became interested in palm techniques.
But now, I couldn't predict if my bold attempt could really increase my chances of winning.
But in fact, I realized my naivety the moment I put on the boxing gloves.
With the boxing gloves, even the sharpest palm techniques were just empty words.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
I smiled bitterly at my stupidity.
I even suspected that I was going crazy. I foolishly practiced palm techniques for a while, only to find out later that it was useless.
If it could be used, many people would have already used it.
Filled with infinite hatred for Yamamoto Nobutaka and the Japanese, I took the lead and stood on the ring.
Yamamoto Nobutaka also stood opposite me in high spirits. Before the referee gave the signal, we were already at daggers drawn.
The host of the organizing committee naturally took the opportunity to warm up. He held the microphone and gave a speech with great emotion: Today's match is between the representative of the Chinese security team, Zhao Long, and Yamamoto Nobutaka.
Between the two yellow-skinned Asian guards, what kind of wonderful duel will it be? Let's wait and see.
From the previous matches, everyone could see that these two contestants were first-class experts who had been tested hundreds of times. Moreover, they had always maintained a perfect record and zero losses.
But it has to be said that today's match will break the record of one of them.
Of course, there will also be one person who will continue to maintain a perfect record. But who will that person be?
Let's cheer for the two Asian warriors. I believe that their performance will not disappoint us.
It's all nonsense!
But I have to admit that these words did have a certain encouraging effect. The applause under the ring was thunderous, and everyone was looking forward to the start of the official duel.
Below the ring, many people were nervous, and many people were excited.
The moment Yamamoto Nobutaka and I stood on the ring, the atmosphere of the scene was ignited.
There were even many people who couldn't help but stand up. Some people, perhaps because of different viewpoints, created a certain amount of friction and debate.
Yamamoto Nobutaka and I looked at each other, emitting bursts of cold light.
At this moment, the hatred of the country was concentrated at the top of the four limbs.
Facing this person who repeatedly provoked me, other than the belief to beat him into a meat patty, what else did I have?
There was no sign of friendliness, only hatred and coldness that came from the bottom of his heart.
The referee finally issued the battle signal, and all the noise in the arena instantly disappeared. An indescribable pressure spread out in all directions.
Although the hall was quiet, it was certain that everyone was nervous.
They all merged their hearts with the contestants on the arena, wishing that they could infuse all their heart and soul into the arena and send it out.
On the stage, Yamamoto Nobutaka and I faced off against each other. We paced back and forth, carefully maintaining a relatively safe distance.
He was just waiting for an opportunity to strike.
There was a sudden flash in front of his eyes!
What's going on?
I couldn't help closing my eyes reflexively.
The lights around the arena and above the arena suddenly flashed a few times.
Then, dozens of spotlights shrouded the arena from all angles, illuminating Yamamoto Nobutaka and I.
I couldn't help cursing in my mind.
The organizing committee had adjusted the lighting and intensity, which made it difficult for me to adapt in a short period of time. I felt as if there were some grains of sand in my eyes, and tears almost came out from the light just now.
Perhaps this couldn't be blamed on the organizing committee for not notifying us to improve the lighting. The key was that my eyes had suffered from trachoma when I was young, so it was difficult to adapt to strong light.
Although it improved later, compared to ordinary people, my perception of light was much more sensitive.
Yamamoto Nobutaka looked much calmer than me. He didn't even blink.
Moreover, he decisively seized the opportunity.
"Ah!" Yamamoto Nobutaka suddenly raised his arm and let out a low roar. At the same time, he rushed over like a beast.
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Perhaps it was because of the strong light, but I really wasn't used to it.
I was busy defending, but Yamamoto Nobutaka had an ulterior motive. The shadow of his fist only flashed in front of my eyes.
Because the shadow of the strong light hadn't completely disappeared, I was a little flustered for a moment.
Yamamoto Nobutaka raised his knee to the side, and I couldn't block it.
I was hit in the stomach, and the pain went through my intestines.
I quickly took two steps back and took a deep breath. At the same time, I took a defensive posture, and made a timely defense against Yamamoto Nobutaka's second sneak attack.
There was an uproar under the ring, and the cheers and shouts were connected.
It was mixed with cheers for Yamamoto Nobutaka's sneak attack, or for my negligence.
Yamamoto Nobutaka's face bloomed with pride. The success of the sneak attack just now made him more like a fish in water, and he was on the verge of exploding.
I quickly adjusted my state and blinked my eyes a few times.
But I don't know why, but the light shining on the ring made my eyes extremely uncomfortable.
Under the light, my eyes felt as if there were countless grains of sand acting up. It was very uncomfortable.
I even suspected that my trachoma had returned.
Damn the light!
I quickly rubbed my eyes.
But this rubbing didn't matter, but it increased the blurriness of my eyes.
I complained incessantly in my heart.
Yamamoto Nobutaka once again took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack at me.
To be precise, he judged that something was wrong with me, and started a new round of sneak attacks.
All the tactics, all the attack strategies, were almost destroyed by this hateful light.
I never thought that my eyes could be so fragile. The sudden adjustment of the light could make me so uncomfortable.
Maybe, the heavens were destroying me?
But in the face of a fierce opponent, I didn't have the right to find excuses for myself.
The only thing I could do was to deal with it with all my strength.
Yamamoto Nobutaka rushed over like a beast, whistling like an arrow leaving the bow.
His Priming Punch, after closing a certain distance, followed up with a quick attack.
I actively defended, but I was unconsciously at a disadvantage.
The residual pain of the punch just now hadn't disappeared, and I was hit by Yamamoto Nobutaka.
I was angry, and I couldn't help but have a trace of cold sweat.
To be precise, in the ring, I had never been so panicked.
But at this moment, because I was not used to the light, I felt a kind of panic that I had never felt before.
Yamamoto Nobutaka's attacks, after his successive successful attacks, seemed to be more fierce.
His fast punches and legs madly attacked. I could only passively defend. As for counterattacking, I didn't even dare to think about it.
This stalemate continued until the second half, and I had already been hit several times.
Fortunately, my eyes gradually recovered, and I began to prepare for a counterattack.
But Yamamoto Nobutaka didn't give me a chance to counterattack. His attacks became more and more invulnerable and fierce.
A high kick went straight for my head.
I raised my arm to meet the attack, and Yamamoto Nobutaka quickly retracted his leg.
I took advantage of the situation and attacked with a sharp fist.
Yamamoto Nobutaka dodged agilely and faced the attack head-on. Suddenly, he was like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey. He approached me as fast as lightning. He hugged my waist and lifted me off the ground.
I was caught off guard and staggered back two small steps. Fortunately, I didn't fall.
Under the ring, there was an uproar.
Director Qi anxiously shouted under the ring, "Zhao Long, steady, steady!"
His words not only didn't inspire or guide me, but also made me feel disgusted.
As Li Zheng said, other than "steady," what else could Director Qi shout?
You Meng's voice also became clear, "Zhao Long, don't let him get close, don't let him get close!"
Then, Director Qi mobilized all the Chinese representatives and shouted together, "Steady, steady, Zhao Long, steady!"
I frowned slightly, and Yamamoto Nobutaka's sharp leg flew through the air again.
I didn't defend and took half a step back to dodge.
At this moment, the bell for the first round suddenly rang.
My body suddenly relaxed, and I thought that this round was a failure. Yamamoto Nobutaka had succeeded twice, and I didn't have any chance to counterattack.
I subconsciously rubbed my eyes. Who would've thought that Yamamoto Nobutaka would suddenly send a kick over.
When I felt the threat, it was already too late.
Although I reflexively took half a step back, Yamamoto Nobutaka's sneak attack succeeded. I was hit in the stomach and staggered to the ground.
My abdomen was in great pain.
The referee rushed over to stop Yamamoto Nobutaka and shouted, "Violation, violation!
You seriously violated the rules! "
I coughed violently, got up from the ground, and scolded Yamamoto Nobutaka, "Are you f * cking crazy?
The referee turned around and stopped me from being impulsive.
But how could I not be impulsive?
What was Yamamoto Nobutaka doing?
The bell had already rung, but he took advantage of my distraction to kick me.
According to the rules, Yamamoto Nobutaka should be disqualified!
At least, the results of the first round should be canceled!
But the referee explained to me, "When the bell rang, Yamamoto Nobutaka might not have had time to stop his attack.