Overnight, dozens of high-ranking political officials in Hong Kong died in their own homes. Leaving aside the stolen property, the key point is that their bodies were covered with evidence of their respective crimes, and even the name of the murderer. The existence of Yi Shura instantly set off an unspeakable terrifying storm on Hong Kong Island.
Regardless of these external storms, Jiang Chen still continued to learn Wing Chun under Ip Man as usual. After last night's killing, the blood in his body surged, and he cultivated his energy. It was like a god's help. In just half a day, It is enough to be worth the work of an ordinary month or two.
Ye Wen also seemed to notice his progress, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Ah Chen, your kung fu has improved again?"
Jiang Chen said with a smile: "It's still a while before I can fully transform my energy. I'm not as good as you, master. I'm afraid I've already mastered my energy transformation." As he said that, he seemed to have remembered something and quickly turned to ask. He said: "By the way, Master, I heard that Junior Brother Huang Liang had a conflict with a disciple of Hong Quan yesterday. Master Hong Zhennan, who teaches Hong Quan, is the leader of the martial arts community in Hong Kong. He didn't deliberately embarrass you. "
"No." Ip Man said with a smile: "Master Hong just briefly mentioned to me the rules of opening a martial arts school in Hong Kong Island. He said that he must openly accept the challenges of various martial arts schools and that a stick of incense will not fall down within the time limit." Only then can you be qualified to open a gym to teach boxing.”
"So that's it." Jiang Chen seemed to have remembered something and hurriedly suggested: "Then we should make preparations in advance. It is best to set up the arena ourselves, and it must be made public. It is best to invite some reporters. come over."
"Isn't it just a martial arts competition, why does it have to be so complicated?" Ye Wen was a little surprised, but he was also a smart man after all, and he quickly caught something unusual: "Ah Chen, are you worried about what they are playing? It shouldn’t be enough of a conspiracy, right?”
"You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must have the intention of guarding against others." Jiang Chen chuckled and said: "In short, there is nothing wrong with being more cautious. Besides, we can also take this opportunity to promote Wing Chun. Quan, if you want to accept a disciple from now on, Master, it will be easier, you can’t just rely on Junior Brother Huang Liang’s introduction to learn Quan from you, right?”
Well, to be honest, the latter part is Jiang Chen’s real purpose. He wants Wing Chun to spread throughout Hong Kong Island as quickly as possible, so an open ring competition is undoubtedly the best way. Anyway, He has confidence in Ip Man's martial arts. There are currently few people in Hong Kong's martial arts community who can match him. At that time, as long as I let the reporters hype it up, the matter will naturally be settled.
"That's true of what you said." Ye Wen thought about it for a moment and finally nodded. However, when he spoke, he couldn't help but frown a little: "It's just that this matter may not be easy."
"That's not necessarily the case." Jiang Chen said with a smile: "I can help solve the issues regarding the arena and reporters. However, I'm afraid I have to take action personally, Master. I am a junior after all, so I have to stand out. If so, I'm afraid there will be disputes."
"Okay." Ye Wen naturally understood the meaning of Jiang Chen's words. It was okay for him to come forward on this matter. If it were Jiang Chen, even if his force was strong, he would definitely make the boxing masters from various sects dissatisfied. This It is the gap in seniority in the martial arts world that has always been valued.
At that moment, the two masters and apprentices took action together. Ye Wen went to contact Hong Zhennan, while Jiang Chen found an open square, set up a ring, and invited many reporters to watch and interview. This thing seemed pretty good. It's not easy, but Jiang Chen has money on hand, so everything will be easy to handle.
Three days later, everything was ready. People from almost all sects on Hong Kong Island, including Hong Zhennan, came. Jiang Chen led Xu Shichang and other good-tempered Wing Chun disciples to come forward to entertain them. As for Huang Liang and others , were arranged to maintain order outside the venue. Around the ring, seats had already been set up, and tea and fruit snacks were served. As the saying goes, people from various sects should not be too rude if they don't hit the smiling person.
Looking at the many onlookers and reporters in the surrounding square, a museum owner couldn't help but snorted coldly: "If the scene is so big, I'm not afraid that it won't be closed by then."
Another gym owner smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? Maybe people think they are strong in kung fu and are not afraid of challenges from big guys. This is not impossible."
"What a big event this is, this kind of arena... I have fought dozens of times before, but before, there were knives underneath..." A gym owner looked at the middle of the square, where there was a relatively large round table with upside down stands around it. Dozens or hundreds of wooden benches formed a relatively simple arena, and he boasted without any shame, enjoying the admiring looks of the disciples behind him.
In the huge square, in addition to those who came to watch the excitement and reporters, the arena was surrounded by many martial arts gym owners and disciples. These gym owners had not been together for several years under the integration of Hong Zhennan. There was a big friction, and now they were sitting together in pairs, bragging, not paying attention to the upcoming Ye Wen.
"Ip Man... have you heard of it?"
"Just by hearing the name, you know there's no chance of it. I've never heard of it!"
"Ha, speaking of awesome...who can compare to you, Master Luo?"
"Let's talk to each other! Master Zheng!"
In the seats next to the ring, the two gym owners were complimenting each other without any trace, but there was a bit of ridicule in the words of praise. Obviously, the relationship between them was not as harmonious as it appeared on the surface. At this moment, Master Na Luo was crossing his legs, not looking like a teacher at all. Master Zheng was doing much better. The old man was sitting on the chair, obviously he was good at cultivating Qi.
"Will you be able to come up later?" Master Luo blinked out of habit and asked Master Zheng on the side.
"I'll do it if you want! No need to say so much, let's have some tea!" Anyone who can open a martial arts school on Hong Kong Island is not a simple person. Hearing the trap in Master Luo's words, Master Zheng turned around lightly. Skip it.
"Master..."
Hong Zhennan was sitting in his seat drinking tea, watching the silent competition between the major martial arts schools around him. At this moment, Zheng Weiji suddenly came over, raised his head slightly, and immediately saw a man in a black gown. Ye Wen slowly came to the field.
"Masters, this is Ye Wen. He wants to start a sect here, so today he will use martial arts to make friends and accept everyone's challenge." Hong Zhennan spoke with great enthusiasm, turning the eyes of all the masters who were chatting. Everyone was attracted to Ye Wen, and then he turned to Ye Wen: "Ye Wen, if you surrender, you will lose. If you fall outside the round table, you will lose. After burning the incense, if you are still standing on the table, I will shout Call me Master Ye." After saying this, he motioned to his disciples to light a stick of incense on the table next to him: "If there is no problem, let's start now!"
Ye Wen took off the black gown on the outside and handed it to Jiang Chen beside him, revealing the white shorts underneath, and whispered: "Ah Chen, I know you are extremely talented. Although you have only been practicing martial arts for a short time, your kung fu is very strong. You are not inferior to me, but after all, you are still young and have not seen the pros and cons of hundreds of martial arts. If you look at it carefully later, it may be helpful to you."
"Master, don't worry, I know." Jiang Chen said with a smile: "Master, today is a good opportunity to promote our Wing Chun. You will have to win better later."
"Don't worry, apprentice, I know." Ye Wen smiled softly, and immediately walked towards the round table, his steps steady, his expression unchanged, and he didn't look like he was competing in a ring at all.
"No way, just walking up like this? That's not good..." Master Luo winked, a little disdainful, obviously very dissatisfied with Ye Wen walking up like this.
As if he didn't even hear Master Luo's words, Ye Wen moved and stood firmly on the round table. On the other hand, some Wing Chun disciples nearby couldn't help but turned to glare at Master Luo. If the senior brother Jiang Chen hadn't been suppressing them in front, there would have been a conflict.
Slowly walking to the middle of the round table, Ip Man glanced at the incense stick that had just been lit, then he clasped his fists and saluted the hall owners present, and said in a deep voice: "Hello, masters, I am Ip Man, from the Foshan Wing Chun School. , studied under Chen Huashun, please give me your advice!"
Seeing Ip Man on stage, Hong Zhennan immediately smiled and said: "Which master wants to go up and play with both hands?"
All the hall owners present looked at each other and smiled without saying a word. None of them was a human being. No one wanted to go up until they had figured out Ip Man’s skills. After all, there were so many people present, including reporters. Now, if we lose, we will lose face.
"Master Luo, why don't you come up?" Master Zheng glanced at Master Luo and encouraged him to come on stage.
"Let's see if anyone can come first?" Although Master Luo said something rude, he was not stupid. However, he turned around and realized that none of the masters present were ready to go on stage. Obviously, everyone had the same idea, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and play. After all, he had already let the word out. If he didn't play, it would really be a shame:
"Okay! Then I'll go up and grab the jackpot!"