This Aikido still lacks something.
Even now, the balance of victory was slowly tilting towards Great Xia.
The situation was very favorable, but Zhang Beixing, sitting beneath the stands and watching the stage, frowned slightly. It wasn't that his side was about to lose or anything like that. Rather...
"His boxing skill is lacking this much? Who taught him?"
Zhang Beixing muttered softly, expressing his true thoughts without any consideration for the other party's feelings. After all, he had already been expelled from the martial arts community.
As soon as these words came out, Grandmaster Tian Fenglin, who was next to him, felt his face darken, and he cursed inwardly.
In Great Xia, there were only a few well-known inheritors of Taizu Long Fist. Among them, his Taizu Long Fist was the strongest. If I didn't teach the person on stage, then who could it be?
Now, Zhang Beixing's comment was undoubtedly a slap in his face.
