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Chapter 309 This is the real man
In the arena, Yi Yun couldn't control himself any longer. He covered his wound with one hand, and stood up majestically. His father's remorse kept flashing through his mind. His father once told him that Little Japan had committed crimes in China. All kinds of evil deeds, he can't lose this game no matter what.

Yi Yun took a few breaths and said, looking firmly at Fujiwara Yinren, "I won't admit defeat unless I die."As Yi Yun said, enduring the pain, he kicked a few times. Unfortunately, the speed and strength dropped by nearly [-]%, no different from ordinary people.

Fujiwara Yinren was like a cat playing with a mouse, easily dodging Yi Yun's attack, and at the same time he did not forget to sneer, "It seems that you didn't have dinner tonight, otherwise why would you be so weak".

Fujiwara Yinren said this deliberately loudly, and many people on the sidelines could hear it clearly.The Japanese students were the first to burst out laughing, while the Huaxia students had a dull expression on their faces, and some couldn't stand it any longer. They took a sip and left with their brothers.

Those nymphomaniacs who fell in love with Yi Yun secretly felt pity on the sidelines, and of course there were also many girls who looked down on Yi Yun, who shouted "You're such a jerk!".

Yi Yun was affected, and everyone in the jury could see it.They are the strongest in the gym, and if they can't see it, no one can.

Guo Changzheng, the vice president of the Wushu Association, sighed softly and said, "This young man was seriously injured! However, he can persist in participating in the martial arts competition, and he did not disgrace us Chinese people."

The president of Muay Thai boxing, Singba, yelled "softie!".He was famous for fighting. Seeing Yi Yun's powerless appearance, he couldn't help but cursed.

Now Yan Feilong was on fire. Although Singeba was scolding Yi Yun, it sounded like he was scolding a Chinese person. He immediately glared at Singeba and shouted, "Singeba, I want to fight you one-on-one."

Now Xin Geba swallowed. He was severely punished by Yan Feilong in last year's competition. Yan Feilong was well-known as a "martial madman" in school, and his style of play was extremely desperate. Rao Xin Fighting masters like Geba are also very afraid of him.

"I...I'm not scolding you," Singhba replied disheartenedly, turning his face away.

Yan Feilong was unreasonable and unforgiving, "If you scold him, you are scolding us Chinese people. I will definitely challenge you, please rest assured."

Kimura Nonan smoothed things over and said, "Feilong-kun, why should you be angry, give me some face."

"Is your face valuable?" Yan Feilong asked back.

Both Xingeba and Kimura Nonan looked ugly, and they were about to explode when Mr. Yamamoto beside him asked slowly, "How about my face?".

"What I'm waiting for is your words. I'm formally challenging you Mr. Yamamoto. How about our turn when they finish the competition?" Yan Feilong met Mr. Yamamoto's eyes and said with a strong fighting spirit.

Villager Yamamoto said "OK" calmly.

Jin Xuexin looked at the masculine Yan Feilong affectionately, and her whole heart fell on him.

"Are you still judges, watch the competition quickly," Liu Xing said seriously from the side.

The five presidents turned their attention to the stage again.

Yi Yun didn't know how many times he was thrown by Fujiwara Yinren, but like Xiaoqiang who couldn't be beaten to death, he got up again and again.

Fujiwara Yinren seemed to have lost his patience, and shouted, "If you don't admit defeat, you will die."

"Come on, I will never lose." Yi Yun's body was staggering, and the blood on his shoulders had already stained a large area of ​​red.

Fujiwara Yinren stepped on the meteor step, pulled Yi Yun down by the waist, and made an astonishing movement.

Both Lu Xiaoxuan and Bai Wen's hearts were in their throats, and they exclaimed together, "Don't...".

Everyone in the audience became nervous, they watched Fujiwara Yinren's astonishing and cruel killing in the ring intently.

After he picked up Yi Yun by the waist, he lifted Yi Yun up with both hands, then quickly moved his hands to the sides, and Yi Yun fell from mid-air. It would be fine if he just let Yi Yun fall like this, but Fujiwara Yin Ren's knees had already gathered strength, and just as Yi Yun was halfway down, he raised his knee and pressed it heavily against Yi Yun's waist.

"Snapped……".

"Ah..." As if Yi Yun's back was about to break, he couldn't help screaming, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood splashed on the ring, and Yi Yunyou lay motionless on the ring like a dead dog.

Lu Xiaoxuan on the sidelines tightly held her elder brother Lu Jianwu's hand. Her heart felt as painful as being cut by a knife. She realized that she was really tempted by Yi Yun!
Guo Changzheng kept tapping his fingers on the table, "tick...tick...", he said lightly, "it seems to be too much".

Nakayama Taro chuckled and said, "It's a martial arts competition, it's inevitable that you will get hurt."

Yi Yun covered his shoulders, bowed his body slightly, pushed his mouth a few times, and finally roared "Come on!".

"I don't know how to live or die," Fujiwara Yinren cursed in a low voice, grabbed Yi Yun, twisted him around, and threw Yi Yun a few meters away.

However, Yi Yun did not continue to lie down this time, he stood up again like that immortal Xiaoqiang.

He was thrown out again and again. Even Fujiwara Yinren didn't know how many times he had thrown his opponent, but every time he fell, the opponent quickly got up again.

Lu Xiaoxuan on the sidelines covered her face, tears flowed out of distress, and she kept muttering, "Don't hit me...don't hit me...".

Bai Wen even turned her head away, water splashed in the corner of her eyes.

Zhou Xinna looked at the stubborn Yi Yun inexplicably, and thought to herself, "This is the real man!".

Nakayama Taro was very happy. Seeing Yi Yun being abused, he finally got a little bit of pleasure in revenge.

Yan Feilong said quietly from the side, "He's a man, I'm committed to making this friend."

Mr. Yamamoto was expressionless, as if he was used to this kind of behavior!
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(End of this chapter)