Since the onlookers were clear at this point, the participants were even more aware.
As the contest reached this level, Yuan Kong's mind was crystal clear. Between the alternating punches and palm strikes, Zhang Xiaohua's powerless fists and stagnation in his footwork all proved that he was nothing more than a grasshopper in the autumn, no longer able to bounce around.
Yuan Kong couldn't help but feel like playing around. If he could toy with his opponent a few more times on the stage, Da Lin Temple would regain some of its lost face.
Facing Yuan Kong's many boring moves, Zhang Xiaohua was helpless as he punched his own body and kicked his own shoulder. Neither hurt nor itch, he would rather directly kick himself off the stage.
Zhang Xiaohua angrily approached the edge of the stage, but Yuan Kong blocked him and forced him back to the center. Even if Zhang Xiaohua wanted to jump off the stage himself, he couldn't do it at this moment.
