() While Yang Guang, the Tai Chi people, some martial arts comrades and some big shots in Chinatown were still not out of the duel arena, the news of the victory had already spread back to Chinatown.

"Victory in the contest." A young man of fourteen or fifteen years old who was still childlike ran back to Chinatown quickly.

I wish no one had thought of using the phone. It seemed that I had to shout out the feeling loudly.

"The duel is won." The young man trotted away, and his high-pitched and excited voice spread throughout Chinatown.

"Victory"

"Very good"

People in various shops in Chinatown couldn't help but rush to the streets and cheer.

In a relatively quiet street in Chinatown, a group of lion dancers were sitting on the floor with newspapers spread out.

Everyone was wearing yellow clothes, and there were lion heads and some gongs and drums around them...

Everyone was already well prepared, and they were about to beat gongs and drums as soon as the news of victory came. However, everyone felt a little uneasy. After all, you could win or lose in the competition. Although everyone tried hard to control themselves and not think in that direction.

"Captain, it's time for the competition to begin," asked an anxious young man wearing a lion costume.

"It should start in a few minutes," said a man in his thirties.

"It's a pity that I can't see the competition with my own eyes."

"You think this is a boxing match. People are signing life and death certificates. Too many people will be a disturbance to Master Yang."

"Hey, it's good even outside the duel arena. I can know the news of victory as soon as possible."

"We won the competition," the childish young man shouted as he ran past the lion dancers.

"real"

"Very good"

The members of the lion dance team stood up suddenly.

"Great, captain, let's do the lion dance," said the twenty-year-old team member.

After all, the captain was older. He was a little more steady. He ran two steps quickly and grabbed the young man who reported the news. "Xiao Shun, you mean, we won."

"Of course, Master Tai Chi Yang punched the Japanese warrior until he vomited blood and fainted." The young man quickly twisted around, broke free from the captain's big hand and ran away, continuing to shout news as he ran.

At this time, the captain finally received a call from the deacon of the General Chamber of Commerce.

"Brothers, start the lion dance," the captain shouted. His voice was a little hoarse. "Gongs and drums team, start the gongs and drums."

"Okay" everyone responded in unison.

Just as people in Chinatown were cheering enthusiastically on the streets, two teams of lion dancers suddenly burst out. The colorful lions were really beautiful as they swayed their heads.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong.

Every time the lion dance team passes a shop, the shopkeeper will light a long string of firecrackers.

Some elderly Chinatown residents stood in front of the shop they had run all their lives. Looking at the lively and festive atmosphere, they were not filled with joy, but with tears in their eyes.

Life for the Chinese in the United States is extremely difficult. Many people work hard all their lives. However, even so, they still cannot integrate into mainstream society in the United States. They can be regarded as the bottom class of society and are bullied by other races.

Therefore, in the United States, the Chinese are far more united than at home. They take any little bit of victory very seriously.

Some warriors were lucky enough to watch the competition between Yang Guang and Dongxiang Masao. Outside the basketball hall, these warriors turned into storytellers, and a group of people gathered in front of everyone.

A young martial artist was lucky enough to watch the competition with his father. Because his father arranged for him to go back to Chinatown first for something else, he came back first.

But when he arrived at the archway at the entrance of Chinatown, someone knew that he had gone to watch the martial arts competition. He was immediately stopped by a group of enthusiastic people who asked him to tell them about the martial arts competition.

The young man could not be pestered, so he had no choice but to start talking.

"Master Yang fired five shots in a row..."

"Sooner than later, the sharp samurai sword of the Japanese warrior slashed at Master Yang's pocket. At this moment, the blade was only more than one meter away from Master Yang." The young warrior explained loudly under the archway at the entrance of Chinatown with spittle flying around.

A scene of martial arts competition.

At this time, the members of the lion dance team also came here, followed by the carnival people.

Seeing someone explaining the martial arts competition, the lion dance team also refused to dance. Everyone took off the lion heads and surrounded them.

There were not many people at first, but now people from the inner and outer layers gathered around.

When the young warrior saw that there were more people, he became more energetic. He forgot about his mission and climbed up on the stone lion next to the archway.

“I only saw Master Yang”

"Let's start from the beginning," a young lion dance member shouted dissatisfied. They did not hear the previous plot.

"Yes, yes, let's start from the beginning."

"Tell it from the beginning"

Several hundred people outside the stone lion shouted loudly.

"Okay, okay" the young man said hurriedly. "..."

"The referee gave the order, and a ten-foot-long spear in Master Yang's hand stabbed five times in a row like a long dragon. When the Japanese warrior saw Master Yang firing five spears in an instant, his face turned pale with fear."

"Okay" everyone shouted.

"The Japanese warriors hurriedly fought and drew their swords quickly, but the Japanese warriors were no match for Master Yang. They were knocked back several steps by Master Yang's first move. ""Okay"" When Master Yang saw the Japanese warriors retreating, he immediately fired his spear again.

"Five shots" "Okay"... "Young warrior." Finally, the Japanese warrior's sharp blade slashed at Master Yang, only one meter away from Master Yang.

The faces of the people around the stone lion turned pale with fright, and they looked nervously at the young warrior.

"Guess what happened to Master Yang?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"Go on," several young people couldn't help but scold him loudly.

"I saw Master Yang twisting his body, dodging the sword in an instant, and turned behind the Japanese warrior."

The young warrior listened again on top of the lion and looked at everyone with pride.

"Speak quickly, speak quickly" the crowd started to clamor again.

"Master Yang turned around and punched the Japanese warrior on the back."

The young warrior paused again. Seeing the unkind expressions of the people under the lion, he quickly continued speaking.

"The Japanese warrior suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Then his face showed bitterness, and then he spit out another mouthful of blood. Then he slowly fell to the ground and could not get up again."

"Okay" everyone shouted under the lion and immediately clapped again.

"Da Ming, how are you doing with the things I arranged for you?" the old man who was mastering kung fu shouted to the young warrior on top of the lion from a distance.

"Dad, I. I" the young warrior blushed.

"Why don't you go see if the table is ready?" the old man roared.

"Oh." The young warrior quickly jumped off the lion and ran away quickly.

It turned out that some martial arts comrades and some big shots from Chinatown accompanied Yang Guang back. The owner of the boxing gym, who was also the referee of Yang Guang's duel, sent him back to see how the banquet was being organized.

Naturally, everyone wanted to set up a banquet to celebrate Yang Guang.

Although Yang Guang is a Tai Chi warrior, this victory is regarded as a victory for Chinese martial arts. Although other boxing schools are also very envious, most of them are still happy.

"That's Master Yang." Someone in the crowd knew Yang Guang and couldn't help shouting loudly at this moment.

Everyone cheered and surrounded Yang Guang.

"Master Yang, tell me about your martial arts competition."

"Talk about it"

When they heard that Yang Guang himself was coming, the people in Chinatown cheered and came out, and there were even more people around.

Of course, everyone would rather listen to Yang Guang himself telling the story of the competition.

The loud voice of the old man of the boxing was heard over the crowd, "Master Yang is very tired now. He needs to rest. Please give way to all the neighbors."

When everyone heard this, they immediately became quiet and the crowd automatically made way for them.

Yang Guang clasped his hands in fists, saluted everyone around him, and then walked through the crowd.

But when passing through the main street, both sides were still crowded with people, leaving only one person wide enough for Yang Guang to pass.

Yang Guang naturally bowed his hands in salute.

Everyone hopes to see the legendary hero, because it is said that the person competing with Master Yang is not an ordinary Japanese warrior, but a master of the eighth level of swordsmanship, and is the strongest man in the Japanese country.

Moreover, it is a life and death certificate. It is by no means as easy as a martial arts performance competition. Maybe I really have to say goodbye.

It seems that this kind of thing can only be seen in movies. I didn't expect that this kind of thing really happens in reality.

Fortunately, Yang Guang's image did not disappoint everyone.

The next thing is naturally to open a few tables and everyone enjoys the wine.

Naturally, the only people who could accompany Yang Guang were some martial arts masters and some big shots in Chinatown.

Time moves forward a little.
To be continued...