At Li Shuang's request, everyone found a stretcher and carried him to the ring again. In the middle, two more injured were carried over.

He kept vomiting blood, probably because his internal organs were injured.

There is also a slight depression in the chest and a fractured rib...

Seeing this, everyone felt a heavy heart, and Li Shuang's face was even more frost-like.

Crushing past the crowd and coming to the ring, everyone looked at the figure on the ring.

Otsuka Yoshikawa was still energetic, but his originally humble smile had completely turned into arrogant arrogance.

A little red light appeared on the white sweatshirt, which was blood stains and other people's blood.

Another person was knocked to the ground and fell into a coma. Blood foam from the corners of his mouth kept gushing out. The two people next to him rushed to the arena, lifted him down, and immediately sent him to the back for treatment for the doctor.

Immediately afterwards, another person jumped onto the ring and rushed towards Otsuka Yoshikawa with a roar.

Fall down, go to the stage, fall down, go to the stage...

Zhang Kun could not remember how many people were seriously injured and carried down. In short, there were quite a few. Then slowly, the speed of the people behind him was getting slower and slower, and the atmosphere in the venue seemed to be completely condensed. Only Otsuka Yoshikawa stood on the ring and laughed arrogantly.

Finally, when the last person was seriously injured and was carried down, one minute, two minutes..., no one could have the courage to rush into the arena.

Because everyone discovered that the more people on the stage came, the more injured they were, the more severe the ones they were, and the last person to rush into the stage, had a completely broken left arm and three punches by Otsuka Yoshikawa on his chest, and then he was completely unconscious.

Everyone under the ring was timid and they were scared. Otsuka Yoshikawa was laughing wildly on the ring like a demon, but no one dared to rush up again.

Although everyone on the scene was practicing martial arts, most of them were just hobbies, not really thinking that they were martial arts knights like the ancient martial arts.

Originally, everyone was just invited to attend a martial arts exchange meeting. Even if there were competitions, most of them would stop at the right time. Even if some injuries were serious, they would be a cartilage contusion or a minor internal injury.

But now, almost all those who go on stage have internal injuries. Those who can get all their injuries will be considered lucky, and then almost half of them will be broken.

Rib fractures are considered minor, and thigh and arm fractures are serious. The timely operation and good postoperative care may not affect your future life.

But what if I can't recover?

Crip? One-armed man?

In this way, a person's life will be completely ruined, let alone practicing martial arts again.

Faced with such a situation, everyone who wants to go on stage must think carefully.

Is it worth it to bet on your life for a moment of impulse?

Once a person thinks, he will have more worries. If he has more worries, he will have less courage.

So, the entire venue solidified, and everyone's faces were heavy, but none of them dared to go on stage to fight again.

Otsuka Yoshikawa occupied the center of the ring, looked at the Nanhu Martial Arts Association under the ring, and laughed wildly: "Is there no one? Does no one dare to come again? Cowards, just what are you talking about practicing martial arts? Let's go home and drink milk!"

Liu Ding's face was already ashen, and his handsome cheeks looked so gloomy at this moment. Looking at Otsuka Yoshikawa's unscrupulous laughter on the ring, Liu Ding finally couldn't help but shout: "I'll do it!"

As he said that, Liu Ding breathed and pulled up his body suddenly, and instantly flew onto the ring. He stood in front of Yoshikawa Otsuka with a cold face: "Tai Chi, Liu Ding!"

Seeing Liu Ding coming from flying, Otsuka Yoshikawa looked at him with his head tilted, and then a strange look appeared on his face.

"Liu Ding? I know you, the president of the Nanhu Wushu Association, the famous successor of Tai Chi, and the second master of the association."

"Okay, that's great. In other words, as long as you get rid of your body, no one should dare to go on stage again."

Otsuka Yoshikawa showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face and laughed wildly: "I'll use you to finish today."

As he said that, Otsuka Yoshikawa shouted wildly, bounced his legs and kicked his right foot forward violently.

Liu Ding's face remained unchanged, his five fingers were slightly bent and separated, his palms were slightly held, and his tiger's mouth was in an arc to meet Otsuka Yoshikawa and kicked him, putting on top, pulling on the bottom, turning...

Otsuka Yoshikawa's face changed and his body was taken out in an instant.

In the air, Otsuka Yoshikawa twisted his waist suddenly, turned to the ground, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Tai Chi? It's interesting to have a lot of money. But I want to see if you can drive fast or I can kick fast!"

Otsuka Yoshikawa shouted loudly and kicked Liu Ding hard again with his right foot.

Liu Ding's face was serious, holding his hands rounded in front of his chest, pulling his strength on his chest, and moving his legs apart from his kicked Yoshikawa Otsuka again and again.

However, Otsuka Yoshikawa laughed wildly on his face, and his feet kicked faster and faster. Liu Ding slowly sweated on his forehead. Finally, when he pushed apart a shadow of his legs for the last time, another black shadow hit him.

Liu Ding's face changed slightly, and his hands were too late to make a big move. He raised his hands suddenly and his body instantly jumped backwards.

"Want to run?" As the black shadow attacked Otsuka Yoshikawa laughed wildly, his right hand suddenly poked out, instantly grabbed Liu Ding's right foot that was rising into the air.

"Down!" With a loud shout, Otsuka Yoshikawa pulled his right hand down hard, and the figure in mid-air was like a whip that fell to the ground.

"Boom", the entire ring trembled, and Liu Ding, who was beaten to the ground, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"The white crane of Tai Chi shines its wings? Hehe, break your wings first, see how you shine!" Otsuka Yoshikawa laughed wildly, then stepped on Liu Ding, who was lying on the ground with his right foot.

"Ah..." A roar containing countless pains, and then came to an abrupt end.

When Otsuka Yoshikawa smiled and stepped back, Liu Ding was unconscious on the ring, his hands were distorted irregularly, and his hands were broken...!

The entire venue was completely quiet, and the needle was heard. Everyone looked at Liu Ding, who was no longer human in shape on the ring, and his face was full of fear.

Otsuka Yoshikawa stood in the middle of the ring, looking at the fearful faces below the ring, and his lips raised.

"Tai Chi is just like this. What are the names of Hongquan, Cannon Fist, Xingyi Fist, and Plum Blossom Fist, and the names are loud, but in the end they are just fictional fists and embroidered legs."

"Is this Chinese martial arts?"

"Is this the Chinese martial arts practitioner?"

"It disappointed me so much."

"It turns out that the so-called Chinese martial arts are indeed something that can only be used for performance."

"Chinese martial arts!" Otsuka Yoshikawa read out word by word, smiled, then suddenly changed his face and he spat out a mouthful of saliva: "I bah!"

After saying that, Otsuka Yoshikawa stood and laughed wildly.

Zhang Kun looked at the extremely arrogant figure on the ring in a daze. At this time, he was completely unable to associate the figure in front of him with the Otsuka Yoshikawa who first appeared.

As if he noticed Zhang Kun's confusion, Old Master Liang, who was floating in the air, suddenly snorted twice, and then sneered at Zhang Kun: "This is the polite Japanese that you know."

Zhang Kun shook his head silently. He couldn't understand why there was such a big difference in one hour alone.

Japanese, is this Japanese?

Just as Zhang Kun was confused and the entire venue was silent, a hissing sound suddenly came from beside him, and Zhang Kun turned his head blankly.

Li Shuang's face was calm, she pulled off the triangle scarf on her chest, then took off the bandage that had just been wrapped around her body bit by bit, bit by bit...
Chapter completed!