Who the hell could still stand it?

Fang Qiu was so arrogant. If nobody taught him a lesson, then the martial arts circle was going to be looked down upon!

"Master, I'll go."

Tan Xing turned around to see that there was a bulkily built man standing behind the bajiquan advanced grandmaster.

He looked like he was in his thirties and there was a steady look in his eyes.

"Go ahead then, don't kill him."

"Yes, Master," replied the man before walking down to the battling stage.

"There are many people who learn and practice bajiquan, but the number of people who are truly able to grasp its essence are few and far between. I don't know who else will be able to make this technique great again after I die," sighed the bajiquan grandmaster.

The one thing these people feared the most was that they were unable to leave anything for their descendants when they died.

In particular, the glorious things of the past which were both meaningful and valuable. Very few people today were willing to train themselves and study these things in depth anymore.

Times had changed, but their original intentions hadn't.

"The fall of the martial arts circle is inevitable, but

old

stage, Fang Qiu looked at his

said directly. "Get someone

fight." The opponent remained calm and steady, and

frowned at the stage. "Big Boss,

"Yeah."

say much, just one

Brother Gou never doubted his

that this guy was good, then this bajiquan fighter

BAM!

This was

and his joints crackled loudly like beans frying in a

a low shout

Fang Qiu's punch hit nothing. The man in front of him

without hesitation, spun around and swung his fist in

PAK!

two men's

on Fang Qiu's face changed slightly as he staggered a few

entire crowd was in a

the first time Fang Qiu staggered back. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

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