Speaking of which, Grandmaster Wang Zhen's level shouldn't be distracted. However, the situation was too sudden. The small domain that he was so proud of was shattered by this kid's punches.
He was the only one who understood what this meant. Even his colleagues sitting next to him might not be able to do this.
Thus, Wang Zhen fell into a deep state of shock. When he regained his senses, he was stopped by Grandmaster Chen, which led to the tragedy.
For a moment, the spacious and bright arena was terrifyingly quiet. The nobles in the spectator stands looked at me cautiously and fearfully, especially those who had previously made sarcastic remarks. At this moment, they couldn't help but slide under their chairs, afraid that I would see them.
The number of people who could withstand that punch just now could be counted on two hands. Moreover, even the barrier set up by the number one Qi-Jin master in China could not withstand the wanton bombardment of the punch.
Although it wasn't a single punch, it was the continuous impact of one punch after another, creating an incomparably shocking scene!
"I just want to say one thing. Who else?" I said in a powerful voice after glancing at the crowd.
Not only the celebrities, but even the big shots at the judging panel couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat. They didn't know why, but for a moment, they had an urge to worship me.
Compared to the big shots who were pretending to be calm, most of the disciples from the six dojos weren't as strong.
With a uniform thud, nearly a hundred disciples scrambled to kneel on the ground.
"God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I said bad things about you before. I'll slap myself."
"I've also said it. God, I beg you, please spare me. It's just that my Senior Brother urged me to say it."
"Motherf * cker, don't slander me. I was talking about Ancestor Zhuang. No, I was talking about Faith. I said it before, Faith will have the last laugh!"
Normally, the disciples of the six dojos were more arrogant than the sky, especially the inner disciples. They looked down on others with their noses.
At this moment, they looked like lackeys. It was as comical as one could imagine. Each of them was racking their brains to lick me until I was happy and satisfied.
Of course, among the disciples of the six dojos, the only ones who laughed were the outer disciples of the Guo Wei Dojo.
Even though they were injured, it didn't hinder their ecstasy. The people who had made the bet with me hugged each other tightly. However, the most excited person was He Gang. He kissed the other people's faces. Not only did he kiss their faces, he didn't even let them off. He kissed everyone's lips, causing me to be stunned.
Although he wasn't the one standing in the arena, he felt a sense of empathy.
Right now, he wished he could get a super large loudspeaker and tell everyone in the capital that his boss was called Zhuang Feng, a godlike man!
At this time, in the corner of the arena, a young man stood. His face was purple, but he was rejoicing.
That's right, this person was Yinci, President Jin's favorite disciple. Not long ago, President Jin gave Yinci a task, which was to kill me as soon as possible. Before meeting me, Yinci was full of confidence. However, after three rounds of the dojo challenge, he couldn't help but tremble in fear. He even wondered if he did something wrong and President Jin deliberately sent him to die.
Motherf * cker, not to mention him, even if it was President Jin himself, he might not be able to kill me so quickly.
It seemed that before Young Master Zhang sent the message, the result of the match was that he would fight against me. Right now, Hidden Thorn just wanted to go home and burn some incense. Fortunately, his ancestors had appeared and caused such a ruckus, giving him a chance to live. Otherwise, the person on the weapon rack would be him!
Although those disciples didn't have any backbone, it was enough to prove that they were extremely scared. When they were making sarcastic remarks, each one was more arrogant than the other.
What Zhuang Feng was a noob? He only entered the top twelve because of luck. If I had signed up, Zhuang Feng would have been eliminated in the first round. However, these voices quieted down after Tang Haotian was defeated. However, when Zhou Zi 'ang hammered me, they started to gloat again.
As a foreign martial artist, and a practitioner of the internal strength system, it was normal for him to be ostracized. However, I felt that the current situation of martial arts in the capital wasn't optimistic. It was even developing in an abnormal way.
Once there was a monopoly in any industry, it was not a good thing. Usually, only a small group of people would benefit from it. As a result, most people would lose their living environment. Because of my consciousness, I entered the Southern Shaolin Temple. Although it was very backward in terms of life, and I had to fetch water, chop firewood, light a fire to cook, and there were no electronic products or nightlife to speak of, it was the best state to practice martial arts.
Moreover, the attitude towards martial arts inheritance back then could be said to be quite open-minded. As long as there were ambitious youths with dreams and traveled to the Southern Shaolin Temple, regardless of their talent, they would be taken in for a period of time to let them experience the life of a true martial artist before making a decision. It was a completely people-oriented concept of inheritance. Not only the Southern Shaolin Temple, but the other sects were also like this. It was no wonder that it created a dazzling golden age of martial arts.
Actually, some things were not good just because a group of people said it was good. It needed to be recognized by the whole world.
Since I had learned these things, I had to do my best to pass them on. As the saying goes, extract the essence and discard the dregs.
The martial arts field in Beijing was already like this, let alone the entire Hua Xia Country. It was like a tree sapling that had grown crooked. The only thing I could do was to try to correct it.
However, after a short moment of shock, many people looked at Master Wang Zhen.
"Zhuang Feng, what do you mean by this? If you win, then you win. Why did you have to kill him?
Don't you know that the concept of a dojo challenge is friendship first, competition second? "Wang Zhen couldn't hold back his anger.
"Hahahaha."
I laughed for a long time. Tears almost came out of my eyes. "Master, do you think this is a school sports day?
Just now, someone said that if something happened to Guo Ang, I wouldn't even say a word. Is it because I'm old, or is it because I'm pretending to be stupid? "
"That's right, Old Wang. If you've forgotten, the audience can remind you. Even if the audience collectively wants to protect you, the cameras in the dojo are not just for show," Grandmaster Chen couldn't help but agree.
At that moment, he pursed his lips and his eyes were slightly wet. A moment ago, he had experienced despair that he had never experienced before. He was completely disheartened. He had also decided that if he couldn't defeat Wang Zhen, he would quit the martial arts world and live a secluded life in the mountains.