The Last Dignity!
"Stop, we admit defeat!"
When the dazzling white flag appeared in everyone's vision.
Everyone was stunned.
The WFC had never expected things to turn out so dramatically.
The Wudang Sect Leader stood in the crowd with a calm expression.
He still looked like a transcendent expert.
He was not ashamed at all.
"Heavenly Lord Immeasurable, the original intention of martial arts is only to strengthen the body, but everyone is so brave and ruthless.”
"Elder Wang, how can this guy be so shameless?”
The people from the Martial Arts Association were paying attention to Wudang's movements through the live broadcast platform.
In the end, they were all shocked speechless by their white flags.
Looking at the way he raised the flag, it was obvious that he was prepared.
"They were ready to surrender from the beginning! Ahem!"
Wang Wei felt a little hopeless.
He had originally hoped that these legacy sects would have a foundation that he did not know about.
"A bunch of sanctimonious villains!"
Those with a bigger temper could not suppress the anger in their hearts at all.
"We risked our lives to get into position to regain some dignity, but they're good. They're sticking their faces under these people's feet!”
"And you shamelessly said that it was for the sake of righteousness!”
"Sigh ~"
Wang Wei sighed helplessly as he listened to the crowd's condemnation.
He seemed to have aged ten years.
"Chinese martial arts, it's over ~"
Even though he was unwilling to admit it, after this Wudang competition…
This thought seemed to have taken root in his heart and could not be erased.
"Elder Wang, we still have Shaolin!"
"Shaolin? Ha ~"
......
The people who came to support seemed to have lost their souls.
He didn't know how he got down the mountain.
Netizens who had been paying attention to this matter online.
He felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly.
The dazzling white flag seemed to still be in front of him.
The most unacceptable thing was that the WFC actually took the white flag from the Wudang Sect Leader before they left.
......
"Master!"
Zhang Zifeng's expression was a little excited.
If Shen Fei hadn't stopped her, she would have made a move right now to take back that white flag.
Chinese martial arts, along with everyone's dignity, gradually faded away with the departure of the WFC.
"Just wait. What should come will come, and what should go will not be able to stay.”
"Only by losing it can the country understand the value of dignity.”
"This is the rebirth of Chinese martial arts. If you want to be reborn, the process of bathing in fire is naturally necessary.”
Zhang Zifeng seemed to have understood.
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Mount Song Shaolin.
The ancient temple, which had been busy preparing for the war.
After Wudang Sect admitted defeat in a way that no one had expected.
The ancient temple fell into a strange silence.
"Abbot, what should we do?"
"How would I know what to do?"
"Why don't we admit defeat too?"
"A white flag is enough. Why do you have to be beaten up?”
"Foolish!"
The abbot looked angrily at the disciple in front of him.
"Do you think that a white flag can settle this?”
"Those fools from Wudang think that they lost beautifully, but in fact, they have already pushed our ancient martial arts sect to the opposite side of all the people.”
"The dignity that our country has worked so hard to win for so many years has been completely ruined because of this white flag!”
"Believe me, after this matter, let's not talk about incense offerings for the time being. Whether Wudang can still exist or not is another matter!”
"Is it that serious?"
The disciples below were all shocked.
However, it could be seen from the development of Wudang and Shaolin.
His Abbotship's taste was definitely incomparable to that of a Wudang expert.
"There's only one way to restore your reputation.”
"What?"
"Defeat them and take back the white flag!"
As if he had thought of something, the Shaolin abbot, who was originally a little excited, suddenly wilted.
"Abbot, can we win?"
"Sigh, I can only leave it to fate!"
......
A week after Wudang was defeated.
People began to gather at the foot of Mount Song.
Compared to Wudang Mountain, the number of people supporting them had decreased significantly.
The culture that he had always been proud of was so fragile in front of others.
Love was deep, and criticism was severe. Even the curses on the Internet had disappeared.
What kind of despair would it be?
No one could accept this difference.
The people who came to support still had a glimmer of hope.
Even if he was defeated, he wanted to see with his own eyes how he was defeated.
Everyone was frowning and worried.
Finally, while everyone was waiting.
The WFC convoy slowly approached.
A blinding white light entered everyone's eyes.
The white flag that he had taken from Wudang was tied to the rearview mirror of the car in front of him.
Everyone was furious.
He looked at the furious crowd with a faint smile.
Every member of the WFC had a look of disdain in their eyes.
He ignored everyone.
The challenger came directly to the entrance of the ancient temple.
The abbot led a group of Shaolin disciples and waited for a long time.
The first thing everyone saw was that blinding white.
Even if it was a temperament cultivated from years of meditation.
The Shaolin monks were still furious.
Everyone was eager to give it a try, looking at the challenger in front of them with battle intent.
"Amitabha. Patron, you came from afar. We treat you with courtesy. Why are you provoking us like this?”
"Because you are too weak!"
After listening to the staff's translation, both the Shaolin monks and the audience who were still stationed in the live broadcast room.
They clenched their fists.
After the battle with Wudang.
These WFC fighting maniacs finally knew that they could do whatever they wanted in this land.
Thus, he no longer concealed the arrogance in his heart.
"Humph!"
The Shaolin abbot snorted coldly.
The scene instantly fell silent.
"A frog at the bottom of a well dares to speak arrogantly.”
"Erlong, you go!"
"Yes, sir!"
As soon as the abbot finished speaking, a warrior monk walked out of the Shaolin team.
His strong physique formed a distinct contrast with the others.
"Howard!"
After the Monk Erlong appeared.
A muscular man also came out of the WFC team.
It was nearly two meters tall, like a humanoid beast.
Although his body was terrifying, Horlaud was only ranked in the top hundred.
He was at the bottom of the WFC challengers.
He clasped his hands together and bowed to Horlaud.
Erlong retreated two steps.
A loud shout.
The clothes on his upper body instantly exploded.
His steel-like muscles were revealed.
Seeing this scene, the eyes of the audience lit up.
Hope rose in his heart.
"Abbot, Erlong's Golden Bell Shield has probably reached great success at this level!”
The abbot did not answer, his eyes staring nervously at the field.
"Come!"
Erlong's Qi sank into her dantian, and she used her Thwart Training Kung Fu to the extreme.
He indicated for Horlaud to attack.
"Are you sure?"
He looked at the defenseless figure in front of him.
Huo Lao's face was full of suspicion.
The monk in front of him didn't seem to be joking.
Horlaud did not hesitate.
All the strength in his body was condensed into a punch.
It swung fiercely at Erlong's abdomen.
"Bang!"
A dull sound rang out.
Horlaud slowly withdrew his fist.
The two dragons still maintained their original posture and didn't move.
Then, under everyone's shocked gazes, his body leaned forward and slowly fell.
I don't know what's going on.
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