The martial arts leader's face was solemn, and his hands hung down helplessly. Only he knew his situation clearly.
The punch he just blocked broke his arm and hand bones.
"Damn it, I'm no match for this foreign devil."
Now I can no longer muster the strength to continue fighting, but I am not willing to admit defeat like this.
Ning Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed that the martial arts instructor's arms were trembling slightly.
He said helplessly: "I'm afraid the tiger-shaped boxing martial arts instructor won't be able to do it this time."
"That Westerner is indeed a bit difficult to deal with. Hard steel is definitely not good against such an opponent. Tai Chi should be able to restrain him," Xiao Wanqing said.
"It seems that this time the Eight Martial Arts Schools are a bit difficult to handle."
Ning Fan no longer looked at the Western boxer, but at the samurai holding a katana who was next to Miura Jiro.
This person is a master of box-pressing, and Ning Fan also feels that this person is not simple, based on the levels of warriors in Daxia.
This person's martial arts cultivation level should be between that of a master and a grand master.
As for the eight major martial arts schools, it is not good at all. Those boxers are only a little stronger than their external strength, and the gym leaders should only have lingering internal strength.
If the martial arts instructor can't use his hands, then try using his legs and feet.
Rushing forward and sweeping left and right, the Western boxer raised his hands on both sides of his head to resist.
Seeing the opportunity, the Western boxer kicked him. The martial arts instructor, who was also experienced in many battles, quickly dodged and got close to the opponent.
Hit the Western boxer's abdomen with as much force as you can.
After these two punches, the martial arts instructor's arm was completely broken, but the Western boxer just took a step back.
Facing this man who dared to attack me, he jumped up angrily and prepared to hit the martial arts instructor on the head with his elbow.
The martial arts instructor couldn't avoid it at all, so he had to bear it down firmly this time.
at this time!
A silver needle struck, hitting the Western boxer's acupuncture point.
The instant pain caused him to give up the attack, frowned and fell to the ground, and quickly took out the creaking silver needle.
"I surrender!"
The martial arts instructor knew that a master was trying to save him, and he wanted to save his life first. He had tried his best not to be embarrassed.
So he quickly walked off the stage and announced that he was giving up.
Miura Jiro stood up and asked: "What's going on?"
"Someone attacked me." The Western boxer held a small silver needle book in his hand.
"Hmph, you Daxia people can't afford to lose, so you secretly attacked?" Miura Jiro scolded angrily.
President Wan smiled slightly: "Mr. Miura, our people have admitted defeat, what else do you want."
"snort!"
The unusually calm warrior looked in the direction where the silver needle flew out, scanned it around and finally settled on Ning Fan.
Because only Ning Fan was there, giving him a sense of crisis.
"Ah - who is next?" The Western boxer was very angry.
The boxers from the eight major martial arts schools are a little scared, because even the martial arts instructors can't beat him, and it's even more impossible for them to defeat him.
Then why do you have to go up and get a beating? It's not worth it.
"Why, don't you dare? You will only sneak attack from behind?" the Western boxer said angrily.
"I'll meet you."
President Wan stood up with his hands behind his back, knowing that only he could restrain this big man.
"What, President Wan wants to do it himself?"
"That's interesting. President Wan is the president of the Wushu Association, and he is a master at the master level. His Tai Chi skills are unrivaled."
"Old man, if you're beaten to death, don't say that I bullied the old man?"