The Village Bully Was Beaten Violently in the Mourning Hall. My Father Is an Eighth-Level Grandmaster.

Fist to the flesh + heir of Bajiquan + revenge for his father + decisive killing My father died in the twelfth lunar month. In front of the mourning hall, they asked me to kneel down and call me grandpa. I stood up and slapped him three meters away. Bajiquan, iron mountain support. Everyone in the village was dumbfounded. They didn't know that my dad had taught me boxing for fifteen years, and they didn't know that his death was not an accident—he was slowly suffocated to death with poisonous dry smoke. Before he died, he left a letter: Under the old locust tree in the back mountain, dad left something for you. From Qingshan Village to the provincial capital, from the provincial capital to the national competition. The person who killed my father is still waiting for me up there. Boxing is power. I will explain what my father has not finished.