man in tokyo, mock girlfriend

Chapter 9 9. Kill!
"One, two, one, two..."

The rhythmic one-two represents Akizuki Yahiko's punches.

His boxing style is not as violent and brutal as those fierce punches and boxing fighters in the UFC. His shots are just explosive and swinging punches, but he emphasizes speed and agility.

Don't underestimate jabs and straight punches. These simple one or two straight punches are the essence of boxing.

Although Akizuki Yahiko's punches are always jabs, he is targeting the most vulnerable part of the human body, the nose.

Jiu-jitsu is very powerful, as long as it is captured close to the body, it is true that it can only slap the ground and surrender, but what if it cannot get in?

Flexible peripheral players make full use of their wingspan and footwork to keep hitting their noses. Who can force them to get close?

The nose is not like the others. You may be able to resist in other places, but if you are hit on the nose, your body will definitely become stiff.

A member of the Jiu-Jitsu Club whispered: "This, is this a foul? How can you hit your nose?"

Akizuki Yahiko, who was attentive, naturally heard this sentence. He sneered inwardly, thinking that he was fighting, not a competition, and he was still talking about rules?
Even if he kicks his crotch, gouges his eyes, or breaks his throat, there will be no black-clad referee blowing the whistle.

"Damn it! Despicable brat, you only know one way to attack!"

After being punched four times in the nose, but still unable to get close, Kumamotooka temporarily stopped his offensive, covered his nose and cursed loudly.

After cursing, he found that his palms were covered with bright red nosebleeds, his lips smelled of rust, and his chin was stained scarlet, so he became even more angry.

As expected of Kumamoto Oka, who practiced Jiu-Jitsu, his body was very hard. Even after punching his nose four times in a row, he was still fine, only bleeding.

Part of the reason for this is that the jab pursues speed and is not easy to exert force. It is not like the swing punch, which can KO with one blow.

"Old man, if I didn't use the jab, I might beat you to death."

Akizuki Yahiko clenched his fist, and there was a crisp crackling sound. The grin on his face was murderous, like a demon who chooses people to devour.

"You brat, watch your move!"

Under the rage, the hormones on Kumamoto's glands surged instantly, which made him slightly immune to pain, and forcibly broke through the intensive jab blows.

However, Akizuki Yahiko did not use jab anymore, but just stood like this, without even taking a stance.

"Yahiko, danger!"

Ji Yelian reminded loudly, her heart filled with anxiety and fear.

Although Akizuki Yahiko used jabs to contain Kumamotooka and seemed to have the advantage, she knew that this was just an appearance.

Kumamotooka has a way of breaking through the jab, and when he breaks through and catches Yahiko Akizuki, that's the moment it's over.

"Hey, go to hell, you brat!"

Kumamoto Oka laughed wildly, his eyes were full of excitement, as if he saw the scene where Akizuki Yahiko was caught by him, fell back on the ground, rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

In fact, he was already halfway successful. His hand had already touched Akizuki Yahiko's body, waiting to be locked with his grappling skills.

Thick arms stretched into his waist and abdomen, tightly wrapped around him like a python, and Kumamotooka's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"Don't, don't!!!"

He looked at Ji Yelian who was behind Qiuyue Yahiko, with a terrified and collapsed expression on his face, and his heart was filled with extreme joy.

Beating her man to death in front of a woman is Kumamoto's favorite thing to do.

This made him feel that he was worthy of having proved himself stronger in front of that woman, and the loser could only eat the dust.

Yahiko Akizuki, who was being hugged, didn't appear flustered, but whispered leisurely: "Old ghost, is it really okay for you to expose the most important part of the grapple hand to me like this?"

"What——" Kumamotooka's eyes suddenly widened.Of course he knows which part of a grappler must not be injured, but can that place be attacked?
Now, he has hugged Akizuki Yahiko, and is preparing to press down on his waist and throw Akizuki Yahiko backwards. In this case, Akizuki Yahiko cannot move his hands, let alone his legs.

Because the most important part of the grappler that must not be injured is the trapezius muscle on the neck.

"Let me tell you a secret, I know Jiu-Jitsu better than you...whether it's Brazil, or wrestling, Judo."

Demonic whispers sounded in Kumamoto Gang's ears, making him shiver all over.

He also finally knew how Akizuki Yahiko was going to attack the trapezius...

"Ahhhh!!!"

The heart-piercing screams echoed in the spacious dojo. Yahiko Akizuki looked at Kumamoto Oka who was clutching his neck and stumbled back, spitting out a mouthful of blood and a small piece of flesh.

Then, he grinned, a row of white teeth stained with blood.

"This is fighting, old devil."

Kumamotooka…

No, most of them have never actually fought so far.

What they call fighting is a fight that stops when one party falls, and is just a gorgeous fighting technique used for the purpose of winning.

Fighting is ugly, mean, violent and murderous.

Akizuki Yahiko has always had murderous intentions in his heart, because he had fought in a fight that resulted in the opponent's death, and that was so satisfying.

"This is called a killing technique. What does throwing it from the back count?"

Akizuki Yahiko stepped forward with both feet, stepped up continuously, and in an instant he was in front of Kumamoto Oka with a face of fear.

"No, don't... Devil, devil! Stay away from me, devil!"

Kumamotooka stammered and shouted, feeling wetness coming from his crotch, and the smell of urine filled the air.

This is not to blame for his timidity, Akizuki Yahiko is really too cool, his expression reveals a murderous intent, and his sharp eyes are like knives, piercing into his flesh and blood.

"You know what you're afraid of now? It's too late!"

Akizuki Yahiko laughed loudly, clapped his hands into palms, and slapped Kumamoto Oka's ears fiercely!
Although this move will not pierce the eardrum, the ear is a vital part. It is connected to nerves and perception. If the ear is hit hard, you will lose your sense of direction.

"You want me to die? It's up to you to die now!"

Akizuki Yahiko roared angrily, half-flexed his hand, and struck Kumamotooka hard on the left face with his elbow. The blood and sweat from the blow spurted out and spread into the air.

This elbow also hit Kumamoto Gang so hard that his eyes went black and he became unconscious. He staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

If this was a ring, it would mean the end. Unfortunately, this was a fight, and it was a fight that could kill people.

Akizuki Yahiko raised his toes and kicked out another football, hitting Kumamotooka's flank, instantly waking up Kumamotooka's dazed consciousness.

His eyes widened suddenly, bloodshot, his chest heaved and heaved, but his throat seemed to be choked, unable to catch his breath.

At this moment, he realized that the man in front of him would really beat him to death!

It wasn't just him who was aware of this possibility. Great fear surged in the hearts of all the onlookers present.

Their fear of death was awakened from the deepest part of their hearts, causing their hands and feet to become cold, their bodies to tremble uncontrollably, their stomachs to twitch crazily, and nausea to rise in their throats.

(End of this chapter)