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.

Tan Xing as well. "The fall of the martial arts circle is inevitable, but the spirit of

few old men sighed

battling stage, Fang Qiu looked at his opponent for

said directly. "Get

any good after we fight." The opponent

at the stage. "Big

"Yeah."

didn't say much, just

Brother Gou never

this guy was good, then

BAM!

He stomped the ground and dashed out. This was the first time he was taking

his joints crackled loudly like beans frying in

low shout and reached his

nothing. The man in front of

without hesitation, spun around and swung

PAK!

two men's fists

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

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