If the King of Fists were completely knocked to the ground, then honestly, he might very well have to pay with his life. Down below, Qin's followers were disappointed, and those who left simply left. Not a single person was willing to remain behind him. Some even threw out harsh words as they departed, saying he had absolutely no way of winning today's match. Many people even placed bets, all saying that the whole internet was sure he would lose.
If this sort of thing only happened occasionally, it would not have been much of a problem. But if it happened regularly, then the issue became serious. One person shook his head helplessly and said, "That old man's bones and muscles have long since deteriorated beyond recognition. And there's something even more serious—there's a huge tumor on the bridge of his nose. The physician seemed to have said he wouldn't make it through this year. Yet he still came here to fight for the rankings. What rankings is he fighting for? If I were him, I'd take whatever money I had left and go eat, drink, and enjoy myself. Looking at him, even if he risked his life, he still wouldn't be able to achieve any decent ranking."
Another disciple said with a grin, "Exactly. His daughter is crying herself to death behind the scenes, saying how desperately that old man is throwing his life away. She hopes her father can see himself a little more clearly, stop thinking he's still young, and stop believing that so many people are supporting him in secret."
"How the hell can he keep acting recklessly? If we respect him, we call him Master. If we don't, sending him straight to the afterlife would take only minutes. Simple as that. We should leave now.