Zheng Zhongsheng's downfall meant that all the pressure had now shifted onto the shoulders of the fourth and fifth competitors from the Taekwondo Association.
If only Zheng Zhongsheng had really put up some fight, even being defeated miserably could still be considered a proud defeat, sadly, after he went up there, he probably didn't even get a clear look at his opponent before being sent flying down, what was that all about?
Such an outcome caused the two coaches, who had initially thought of imitating him, to have second thoughts.
Getting beaten up was not a big deal, as long as it could be exchanged for something more, but the problem now was being sent flying off the stage for nothing, resulting in nothing but loss of face, which was no different from cannon fodder.
"I concede!"
"I concede!"
As the following two competitors conceded one after another, the competition took on a bizarre atmosphere.
