"Excuse me, the Sino-Japanese arena competition is about to begin. Gong Baosen, the director of the Nanjing Martial Arts Center, will personally fight against the Japanese pirates."
"Sun Lutang, the best in the world, shows that a lion should fight a rabbit with all his strength."
As the competition draws closer, various newspapers in Shanghai have increased their reporting space, almost providing comprehensive coverage in one issue a day.
The public is also paying close attention to this competition. On the one hand, compared with some previous competitions, this competition is much larger in scale and specifications. People like to watch the excitement.
On the other hand, Japan's invasion and occupation of the three northeastern provinces aroused the anti-Japanese enthusiasm of the people across the country. Unfortunately, the Republic of China government never expressed its stance. Instead, it continued to suppress civil anti-Japanese activities, resulting in the people's resentment being unable to vent.
This Sino-Japanese boxing match has become a good opportunity for the people to vent their emotions. Everyone wants to see the Chinese boxers beating the shit out of the Japanese in the ring and venting their bad breath.
Huangpu Pier.
A group of men in gray linen clothes sat around on the ground and talked to Xian Tian.
"Hey, tell me, can we win this China-Japan competition?"
"Nonsense, it must be possible. That little Japanese kung fu was stolen from us. How can the apprentice beat the master?"
"That's not necessarily true. Isn't there a saying that blue is better than blue."
"Bah, are you Chinese? If you can't speak, just keep your mouth shut. Then Japan is your father, and you still expect them to win?"
"Hmph, it's hard for little Japan to win. I heard that in this competition, all the people on our side are grand masters in martial arts. Their kung fu is so good that they can beat the little one even if they stand still.
Japan was overturned."
"That's nonsense. If it's so powerful, why do people still occupy the Northeast? Shanghai is full of leases?"
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In various schools, young students are also discussing this competition.
"I think this contest is used by the incompetent Republic of China government to divert attention. We still have to persist in the strike and struggle and let the Republic of China government send troops to regain the Northeast."
"I do think that if we can win this competition, it can boost the morale of the people, which is also a good thing."
"Humph, what age are we in? How can we still count on those charlatans? Can we rely on their so-called hard qigong to withstand the foreign guns and artillery of the foreigners?"
"I didn't say that. What I mean is that the national morale is low now. A victory can still be effective in igniting the national fighting spirit. I think we should organize some students to go to the scene to support our players."
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On the day of the competition, the Shanghai Grand Theater was packed with seats. As early as the day the competition venue was confirmed, the tickets were sold out. The tickets in the farthest row were sold at ten times the usual price, and the tickets in the front row were sold to sky-high prices.
It's hard to get a vote.
Starting at six o'clock in the morning, the traffic on the street where the Shanghai Grand Theater is located has basically been paralyzed. Let alone cars, it is difficult for even people to squeeze in. Although there are no tickets, many people still want to go to the venue.
See if you can use the back door or sneak in as usual.
It's just that this time they will be disappointed. The Nationalist Government also attaches great importance to this competition. It has already strengthened security and even dispatched an entire platoon of troops to maintain order.
"Brother, there are so many people." Gong Ruomei and his party were escorted by a group of strong boxers from the Jingwu Guild Hall, but they still had no choice but to move forward with difficulty.
Qin Hao could obviously feel that the breathing of the other three boxers was faster than usual, which was obviously affected by the atmosphere of the scene.
For a boxer, he will have the opportunity to step into such a ring several times in his life, and it is inevitable to be excited and nervous.
At the same time, the Japanese representatives, surrounded by a group of Japanese samurai, arrived at the entrance of the Shanghai Grand Theater.
"Down with Japanese imperialism!"
I don't know who shouted such a voice, but there was an immediate response like a roaring tsunami, and the angry roars of the people rushed towards the Japanese personnel like a tsunami.
The Japanese personnel were obviously a little shocked. After the shock, there was fear. There were so many people here, and one person could drown them all with a drop of spit.
Combined with China's huge size, they can't help but have self-doubt. Is such a big China really something they can swallow?
Gong Baosen also looked at the Japanese representative and his entourage, and whispered to Qin Hao: "The one dressed in white with a black belt around his waist should be a Japanese karate master and a disciple of the Funakoshi Free Clinic. It is said that he is a Japanese martial arts master.
One of the most powerful among the young generation in the world.”
Qin Hao nodded slightly, but his attention was attracted by another man with a more burly figure. The man was wearing a military uniform. It seemed that he should be from the Japanese military. He looked like he had trained his muscle strength to the extreme.
As if aware of Qin Hao's gaze, the other party's sharp eyes also fell on Qin Hao.
Arriving at the entrance of the Grand Theater, under the escort of security, the two parties finally entered the Grand Theater.
At this time, the curtain was removed from the grand theater, and the stage where the opera was previously performed was replaced by a circular competition ring. The theater that could only accommodate a few hundred people originally had a lot of seats added, and thousands of people gathered here.
, the crowd was buzzing.
Vendors were coming and going, selling various snacks, tea, cigarettes, etc. Their flexible figures were constantly shuttling between the narrow aisles, and from time to time they would make acrobatic moves.
In addition to the Chinese, there were also many foreigners in the theater. These people were either the families of the ambassadors of the great powers in Shanghai, or prominent aristocrats and wealthy businessmen from various countries.
Of course, many senior officials came from the Republic of China government. With the arrival of a bald man, the atmosphere became even more lively.
"Down with Japanese imperialism!"
"Return the three northeastern provinces and get the Japanese out of China!"
When the bald man heard the tsunami-like slogans at the scene, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly said to the people around him: "Let them calm down and watch the game. If anyone incites people's emotions, I will kick them out."
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Gongbao Mori also saw this scene and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "Those who don't know better think we are participating in a competition in Japan."
Qin Hao secretly sneered, a weak country has no diplomacy, and it is simply wishful thinking to use pressure from major powers to make Japan spit out what it has eaten.
Truth only lies within the range of a cannon.
After the scene quieted down, the bald man gave a speech that made people urinate, and finally announced the start of the game.
The first person from the Chinese side to appear was a master of Twelve-way Tan Kou, while the one from the Japanese side was the great apprentice from the Funakoshi Free Clinic.
As soon as the two sides stood on the fighting ring, the atmosphere in the entire theater became even more heated.
The sounds of cheering, roars, and curses are endless.
For this round of confrontation, Gong Baosen and other Chinese martial arts people are quite confident.
On the one hand, the master of the Twelve-Road Tan Kick is very powerful. On the other hand, Karate is a school that is strong in close combat. The Twelve-Road Tan Kick uses the long to defeat the short, so it should have the advantage.
However, after the two sides started fighting, the situation was not what everyone thought.
The master of Twelve Road Tan Leg is very aware of his own advantages. From the beginning, he uses the characteristics of his long legs to attack from a long distance.
However, what he didn't expect was that the opponent didn't dodge his attacks at all, and quickly closed the distance after receiving three side kicks.
The two sides entered into a fight and fought hand-to-hand.
Twelve-way tan kicks are not all leg moves, and the strength in close combat is not weak, but karate is better at fighting.
After the two sides reached a stalemate, the master Twelve Road Tan Kick was obviously not used to the opponent's moves, so he was caught with an opportunity and threw him over his shoulder.
A loud "bang" sound echoed in the closed theater.
This moment seemed to hit the hearts of the Chinese audience at the scene. The cheers and cheers just now were all stuck in their throats.
It's like a piece of old phlegm is stuck in the trachea, and it can't go up or down. Not to mention how uncomfortable it is.
This scene also shocked Gong Baosen and other martial arts people.
"What is this Tan Jiansi doing? How could a little devil be allowed to seize such an opportunity so easily."
"You're so careless. How can you let him get close to you? Just kick him!"
Gong Baosen frowned. He lost one game at the beginning, but it would be difficult to win the next one.
Compared with the reaction from the Chinese side, the Japanese side seems to be celebrating the New Year, especially the Japanese ambassador, who has already begun to raise glasses and have a drink with the great powers.
"You see, this is the great strength of our Japan. We have long become the most powerful country in Asia. Whether it is military strength or the quality of the people, they are first-rate."
Twelve Road Tan Leg was the one who was carried off the ring. When he was thrown, he landed on his neck, and his cervical vertebra has been fractured. I'm afraid he won't be able to fight with others again in the future.
"There's something weird about the Japanese."
Gong Baosen frowned and asked, "What's weird?"
"I can't tell, but when I kicked him, I used 60 to 70% of my strength, but he acted as if nothing was wrong. He didn't react at all, as if he didn't feel any pain."
Regarding his statement, everyone including Miyabo Mori felt that he was making excuses for himself after losing. After all, both parties signed life and death certificates before entering the ring, which were carefully inspected, and the Japanese side wore a very
If there is protective gear hidden inside the thin samurai uniform, it will definitely be discovered at a glance.
"Okay, you go down to recuperate first." Gong Baosen shook his head. It was a bad start, but now it will be difficult to handle.
Qin Hao's eyes always stayed on the kicked leg of the Japanese player, and he suddenly thought that maybe Twelve Road Tan Leg was not shirking responsibility.
"Otherwise, let me do this one." Gong Baosen was about to enter the ring.
Qin Hao stopped him: "Slow down."
Everyone looked at Qin Hao curiously.
"What's wrong?" Gong Baosen was also a little confused.
"If I guess correctly, the Japanese should have injected some kind of powerful stimulant into the people participating in this competition."
"Stimulants? What are they?" It was the first time for everyone to hear this term.
Qin Hao explained: "To put it simply, it is a drug that can make people more excited, react faster, and have a stronger ability to resist blows."
"There are such evil medicines?"
"I asked why the Japanese are so confident to compete with us. Co-writing is cheating."
"I knew the Japanese were not holding their shit back, they are shameless, especially shameless!"
Gong Baosen did not join in the scolding, but looked at Qin Hao: "Is there any evidence to prove that they used doping?"
Qin Hao shook his head. The urine test for doping was not used until the Tour de France in 1955. What's more, even if it can be proved that Japan used doping, they can still say that you didn't say not to use it.
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The disappointment in Gong Baosen's eyes flashed away, and then he gritted his teeth: "Even if they use medicine, we still have to fight. Even if I die in this ring, I can't let the Japanese in front of so many folks.
Succeeded."
"That's right, you can't lose even if you die!"
Just when Gong Baosen was about to enter the ring, Qin Hao suddenly came up to him and whispered a few words in his ear.
Gong Baosen's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face.
"This round, let's compete with each other!" Gong Baosen said loudly after signing the life and death certificate, throwing away the brush, then walked to the ring.
"Dad, catch the gun!" Gong Ruomei threw a big gun into the ring. After Gong Baosen caught it, he did a trick. The big gun flew up and down like a spiritual snake, with red tassels dancing.
A cold glow suddenly appeared.
"good!"
"Good marksmanship!"
"Master Gong, you must win!"
Chinese martial arts people also praised Qin Hao's quick wit.
However, Qin Hao is not as optimistic as them. Using weapons can indeed make the opponent dare not bear the damage in close combat like before.
But the role of stimulants is to improve the body's hidden qualities. In addition to improving endurance and resistance to blows, reaction speed will also be greatly enhanced.
You know, in all competitive events, one thing is particularly emphasized, and that is "muscle memory."
The saying in martial arts is "kung fu mastery", which means that after mastering kung fu, when facing a sudden attack, you can subconsciously use the most correct moves to neutralize the opponent's attack.
The Japanese side also seemed a little surprised by Gong Baosen's request to choose a weapons competition. After deliberation for a while, they sent out a player to challenge.
The Japanese player used a sword, to be precise, it should be a samurai sword.
"Please." Gong Baosen cupped his fists and raised his hands.
However, the opponent immediately drew his sword and struck at Gong Baosen.
"Little Japan just doesn't understand logic. It's so shameless."
"If you are shameless, you will attack by surprise!"
Faced with the sudden killing move, Gong Baosen did not panic. He had a lot of experience in fighting. He swung the spear in his hand to block the opponent's chop. At the same time, he flicked the gun head and swept the opponent back, making him unable to do so.
Create continuous suppression.
The whole set of movements was performed smoothly and smoothly, which attracted applause from the audience present.
Afterwards, the spear in Gong Baosen's hand became more erratic, like a long snake, trapping the opponent tightly.
The Japanese players had no choice but to defend themselves. Even so, they suffered several wounds from the spear heads.
However, as time went by, Gong Baosen's dancing speed with the spear was not as fast as before.
But the Japanese samurai on the opposite side was not affected at all. His physical strength seemed to be inexhaustible. Even after being injured, he became even more excited and gradually began to fight back.
