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 the spirit of martial arts...we can't let this be lost. This

old

Qiu looked at his

you," he said directly.

fight." The opponent

the stage. "Big Boss, is this fellow any

"Yeah."

say much, just one

Gou never doubted

guy was good, then

BAM!

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

his joints crackled loudly like beans frying in a

shout and reached

punch hit nothing. The man in front of him just now

can this be?" Fang Qiu scoffed and without hesitation, spun around and swung his fist in

PAK!

men's fists

expression on Fang Qiu's face changed

was in a

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

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