"Master Zhou Nan, you defeated the previous Boxing King twenty years ago. I wonder if you’ll have the sa luck twenty years later!"
Zhou Nan ignored him and instead slowly shifted his feet left and right, stabilizing his stance.
Then he placed his hands in front of his body, intending to lift them and complete the initial Tai Chi form.
Unexpectedly, just as he moved his hands, Basong’s disciple suddenly charged forward and punched him hard in the nose.
That wasn’t all; the punch caught him off guard, and then a leg viciously kicked his side.
Imdiately following, continuous punches, each aid at his face.
He was hit retreating step by step until he reached the edge of the ring and fell off.
Everyone was dumbfounded by the scene.
Master Zhou Nan was defeated.
And in such a humiliating manner, completely defeated.
Everyone had high hopes for him, yet he didn’t even withstand a single move.
This scene was shocking to everyone.
It seed even their belief was half-destroyed.
They couldn’t believe it, couldn’t accept it, yet the fact was right before their eyes.
Everyone was so shocked they couldn’t co to their senses, even forgetting to help Master Zhou Nan up.
Only Xia Weibao quickly rushed over, helping Master Zhou Nan up and quickly sealing several of his acupuncture points, giving him a pill.
Even a strong young man couldn’t endure a few such ruthless punches, let alone a sixty-year-old man!
"Hahaha..."
On the side of the country A boxers, everyone burst into a loud laugh.
Soone pointed towards Master Zhou Nan, laughing uncontrollably.
"Hahaha, is this Tai Chi? Senior gymnastics!"
"You’re killing with laughter, old age makes it difficult to move, can’t even take a single move, yet dares to claim to be a grandmaster, hahaha what a huge joke I’ve seen..."
"Is Huaxia out of people, letting an old man perform senior aerobics? Oh my, I’m embarrassed on your behalf..."
The string of mocking laughter made all the Chinese present flush with embarrassnt.
Just a mont ago, they held high hopes for Master Zhou Nan, praising him to the skies, yet he didn’t even withstand a single move.
This felt like a slap in their faces!
The most infuriating thing is, Master Zhou Nan once gloriously renowned, how could he be humiliated like this!
But they were powerless.
In front of these boxers, they could do nothing but feel angry.
Many clenched their fists, full of unwillingness and rage.
Damn it, why didn’t they practice martial arts, otherwise they could slap those bastards right now!
The harsh ridicule and mockery left Master Zhou Nan with no place to hide his sha.
His life-long reputation, destroyed in an instant.
What tore at him the most was bringing disgrace to Huaxia martial arts.
Xia Weibao placed two fingers on Master Zhou Nan’s pulse, frowning deeply.
Why was his pulse so rapid and chaotic?
"Young girl, can you help leave?" Master Zhou Nan said weakly.
He no longer had the face to stay here.
"Okay."
Xia Weibao helped him up.
At this mont, Xiong Gang, leaning on a cane, brought over a chair with others, "Master Zhou Nan, please rest for a while."
Master Zhou Nan wanted to refuse; defeated so humiliatingly, what face did he have to stay and face thousands of compatriots?
However, he was too seriously injured now and couldn’t recover, couldn’t walk.
"Master, you rest for a mont, and watch others fight."
Xia Weibao said while pressing him to sit in the chair.
This defeat was a heavy blow to the Chinese people.
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