Time flies, and it’s already midsummer in a blink of an eye.
Gong Baosen took Ma San, Wang Chao and others on a flight to the United States.
Since the World Fighting Championship auditions were about to be held, Qin Hao was quite busy and couldn't get away, so he had to ask Gong Ruomei to pick him up at the airport.
"Sister-in-law."
Gong Ruomei was a little surprised when she saw Wang Chao: "Why are you here?"
"Hey, I didn't miss you and Master, so I came here." Wang Chao scratched his head honestly.
After receiving the group, Gong Ruomei sent them to the hotel. Originally, she planned to let Gong Baosen stay at home, but as the team leader, Gong Baosen decided to stay in the hotel with the players.
After Qin Hao finished his work in the evening, he went to the hotel and took everyone to have a big meal.
"Master, you are so uninterested. You don't ask us for such a big thing as getting married." Wang Chao said quietly.
Qin Hao smiled and cursed: "Now that you know it, why do you still call me Master Aunt?"
Wang Chao had no choice but to salute Gong Ruomei and call out respectfully: "Master's wife."
Gong Ruomei glanced sideways at Qin Hao, but she still enjoyed the sound of "Master's Mother" in her heart.
After eating, Ma San and the other players couldn't wait to ask about the game.
"In the past two days, I will arrange for you to go to a nearby martial arts gym for training. I will ask a coach to teach you some rules of the game and some practical skills."
At first, Ma San and others did not take Qin Hao's practical skills to heart. After all, whoever can qualify for the competition is not a master who has experienced hundreds of battles.
However, when they actually arrived at the martial arts gym, they found that the competition was completely different from what they had imagined.
Without your punches and kicks, I would pull back and forth. I would use iron elbows and copper knees at every turn, attacking at critical places. What made them uncomfortable the most was the grappling skills used by the coach. He would fight you even after receiving a few punches.
In close combat, once you are locked, all your skills and strength will be in vain.
In just one morning, the faces of the people in Ma Sanji were as black as coal.
"Is this how all world fighting competitions are fought?"
"If this is the case, then how can we compete? Let alone win the championship, we don't even have to decide whether we can enter the main draw."
Gong Baosen shouted with a stern face: "Humph, I want to admit defeat when encountering such difficulties, so I might as well return to China as soon as possible to avoid being embarrassed here."
Ma San and others didn't dare to refute, so in the end Wang Chao changed the subject.
"Uncle Master, what level would our coach be in the World Fighting Competition?"
Gong Baosen's expression softened: "This coach is a top eight player in the last session. Your master specially invited you to open a small stove for you. He charges by the hour, which is five hundred dollars an hour."
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard that he could earn five hundred dollars an hour. If he could get a good ranking, he would make a fortune just by being a coach in the United States.
In the next half month, Wang Chao and the five of them went to the martial arts hall for devil training. They knew all the fighting skills, it was just how to exert force. Several people made rapid progress, among which Wang Chao was the most significant.
On the one hand, he is the youngest and can accept new things faster. On the other hand, he has learned some fighting techniques from Qin Hao and can absorb them faster.
Gong Baosen saw this and couldn't help but nodded secretly.
"It seems that after I return, that matter can be implemented."
At the same time, Ye Wen also came to the United States and also received special training in a martial arts gym opened by Qin Hao, but he paid for it out of his own pocket. Young Master Ye didn't care about the money.
Time has arrived in mid-June before we know it, and the much-anticipated World Fighting Championship qualifiers have officially begun.
Wang Chao and the five others overcame all obstacles in the preliminaries and quickly qualified for the main draw. Ip Man also made no concessions and passed all the way.
In the early morning of July 6th, Qin Hao stood by the window of his study, looking to the east. The sky was as dark as a basin of ink, and it was so gloomy that it seemed like it would be poured down at any time.
"What's wrong?" After Gong Ruomei woke up, she found that the person beside her was not around. Seeing that the light in the study was on, she came over and hugged Qin Hao from behind.
Feeling the softness behind him, Qin Hao's gloomy mood eased slightly, and he sighed: "Suddenly I have a premonition that something big will happen today."
"When did you become so superstitious?" Gong Ruomei yawned and rubbed her smooth face against Qin Hao's pajamas, like a kitten that had just woken up.
Qin Hao shook his head, said nothing, turned around and hugged Gong Ruomei, saying nothing.
Late that night, Mr. Situ hurried over with an English newspaper.
"This little Japan is really bullying people!"
Qin Hao took it over and took a look, and sure enough, that thing happened.
"What on earth is Chang Kaishen thinking? It's already this time and we still haven't declared war on Japan!" Mr. Situ cursed as he slapped the table.
"Perhaps, he is still fantasizing about using the mediation of various countries to force Japan to withdraw its troops." Qin Hao sneered.
"Naive, a weak country has no diplomacy. In the early years, we suffered a lot of losses. We still expect Britain and the United States to support him. It's a dream!"
After getting angry, Mr. Situ gradually calmed down.
"Since this critical moment, we Chinese people still have to do something, we can't just sit back and wait for death."
Qin Hao nodded: "Well, let's prepare a fund-raising meeting. Regardless of party or group, as long as it is the first to declare war on Japan, we will exchange the money into weapons, equipment, and materials and donate them to them. I will donate personally.
Ten million dollars."
"Okay, I will also donate 10 million US dollars to the court!"
Soon, reports of the July 7th Incident spread among the Chinese circles, and all the Chinese were filled with indignation. Under the organization of Zhi Gong Tang, a fundraiser was organized. Coupled with the donations from Qin Hao and Zhi Gong Tang, in just half a month,
The amount of donations exceeded US$30 million.
During the fund-raising process, many Japanese spies came to cause trouble, but they were secretly dealt with by the disciples of Zhi Gong Tang. The Japanese minister issued a stern protest, but it had no effect. The United States was a neutral country at this time and only wanted to make a fuss.
War money, I wish the whole world would be fooled so that they can reap the benefits.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! For this reason, Qin Hao and Mr. Situ are also on Little Japan's must-kill list. It is said that a reward of one million US dollars is offered to assassinate them.
On the other hand, the progress of the World Fighting Championship has not been interrupted. Starting from July, it has entered the intense knockout stage.
Among the five Wang Chao players, only three successfully entered the top 32. The other two encountered strong opponents in the first round. One of them had a broken calf bone. It will be difficult for him to even walk, let alone use force with others in the future.
This battle also made the three of them understand that the knockout rounds are far more cruel than the previous qualifiers.
On this day, Ma San had just come out of the martial arts gym and a black car stopped in front of him.
"Mr. Ma, our boss wants to meet you."
As soon as Ma San heard the other party's accent, his expression changed. He glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention, then got into the car.
"Are you crazy? Come to me now!"
After getting in the car, Ma Santie cursed with a green face.
The mustache sitting in the passenger seat sneered: "Mr. Ma, you should know the strength of us Japanese by now."
"Hmph, it's just a surprise attack. When the southern government reacts, you might be driven back to your hometown one day." Ma San curled his lips.
Mustache was not angry and said noncommittally: "Oh, then we'll see."
"Who is your boss!" Ma San gritted his teeth.
"You'll know when we get there."
Not long after, the car stopped in front of a Japanese food store, and Ma San followed Mustache into a private room.
"Are you their boss?"
A middle-aged man smiled and greeted Ma San to sit down: "Yes, I, Uchida Heiichiro, is also the current president of the Black Dragon Association. Mr. Ma has long admired his name."
"Black Dragon Club? I don't have any friendship with you." Ma San's face changed greatly when he heard this.
Uchida Heiichiro still looked at Ma San with a smile: "Mr. Ma, why bother pretending to be confused? We have a lot of supplies that you helped transport to Tianjin and Beijing. You have also made a lot of money from us in the past six months.
Money?"
"What exactly do you want?" Ma San was shocked and said through gritted teeth.
The smile on Uchida Heiichiro's face gradually faded: "Since Mr. Ma has boarded our ship, don't think about having both sides. You have also seen the results of the Songhu Battle. The National Revolutionary Army is simply vulnerable. China will be our world sooner or later.
According to your old saying, this is called the power of following the dragon, Mr. Ma, don’t hesitate any longer."
"You're dreaming!"
"Oh? Yes, I heard that Mr. Gong is the most upright person. If he knew that his apprentice was hooking up with us, he would be very angry, right?"
"You're threatening me."
"No, I'm reminding you."
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Actually, it's very simple. Although the three northeastern provinces are occupied by us, the people there are still very hostile to us, especially those martial arts people. I think Mr. Ma's reputation in the northeast should be able to help us manage it better.
"
"You are making me a traitor!" Ma San said through gritted teeth.
"Traitor is too ugly. We want to invite Mr. Ma to be the president of the Northeast Maintenance Association." Uchida Heiichiro's face was filled with a smile again.
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In the blink of an eye, it is already October, and the semi-finals of the World Fighting Championship begin on this day.
Thanks to the successful commercial operation of the previous six editions, the influence of this edition of the World Fighting Championship is far greater than in previous years. Video recorders from various TV stations have been set up in the dedicated media seats on site to ensure that the competition can be recorded as quickly as possible.
Transported back to China for replay.
The venue was already crowded with people. Promotional posters of the four contestants were hung in the auditorium, and some spectators were waving canvases with their idols’ names written on them, cheering for the contestants they supported.
In the end, two Chinese players reached the semi-finals, one was Ma San and the other was Ip Man. Wang Chao unfortunately lost in the quarter-finals, but Qin Hao was actually very satisfied with this result.
This is also the best result of a Chinese player in the past two years.
Ip Man's opponent is a Russian with muscles as strong as a brown bear, while Ma San's opponent is an American black man who looks very ferocious.
The game started quickly. The moment the referee announced the start of the game, the Russian rushed towards Ip Man. He had studied this opponent and his boxing and kick skills were very sharp. If he wanted to win the game, he had to play to his strengths and compete with the opponent.
Fight.
Facing the opponent's charge, Ip Man took advantage of his flexible pace and always kept two body positions away from the opponent. At the same time, he used Wing Chun's open hands to constantly harass the opponent.
Seeing that they could never get close, the Russians had no choice but to give up this tempting idea and rely on their wingspan to attack Ip Man.
For a while, the two sides started a fierce confrontation with fists and kicks. You came and I went back and forth. The Russian relied on his rough skin and thick flesh to constantly trade injuries for injuries to fight Ip Man head-on.
Ip Man, on the other hand, used his flexible steps to counter Wing Chun's strength.
Zhang Yongcheng was in the audience with his son Ye Zhun. She couldn't bear to watch the scene on the stage anymore, but Ye Zhun was cheering for his father at the top of his lungs. He was completely immersed in the atmosphere of the game.
In the end, Ip Man seized the opportunity and defeated the Russian boxer with a series of Japanese punches, and was the first to qualify for the finals.
"Dad, you are the best."
Hearing his son's cry, Zhang Yongcheng dared to open his eyes and look towards the octagonal cage. At this moment, the corners of Ip Man's eyes were swollen and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, but his expression was very excited, raising his arms high and enjoying the cheers of the audience.
The next day, the match between Ma San and the black boxer also started as scheduled.
The black boxer was originally a boxer. He reached the top 16 in the last competition. He made a comeback a year later and reached the semi-finals. He was very powerful and his athletic talent was exaggerated.
As soon as the match started, the black boxer kept walking around Ma San with small steps and kept testing with jabs.
Ma San was not in a hurry. After several months of competition, he gradually gained more experience in competition. He used Xingyiquan's horizontal fists to block, and from time to time he used cannon fists to counterattack.
The battle between the two sides was very fierce, and they soon lost their fortunes, but neither side backed down. As long as they took a step further, they would have the opportunity to win a million-dollar reward, and no one was willing to give up.
In Ma San's expectation, if he could get this million dollars, he would stay in the United States and not return to China. By then, the Japanese threat would be nothing to him.
From the corner of his eye, Ma San glanced in the direction of Gong Baosen below the ring, took a deep breath, mustered up his courage and launched a fierce attack on the black boxer.
"Cannon Fist!"
"Bang Fist!"
"Drill punch!"
A series of attacks left the black boxer completely unable to fight back, and he could only raise his hands in front of him to resist Ma San's rain-like attacks.
Although the black boxer was in danger, he quickly took advantage of the opportunity to take a breath after the horse was exhausted and regained the initiative.
As the black boxer punched Ma Sanmen, he fell straight to the ground. He felt dizzy and could no longer open his eyes.
After the referee finished counting the seconds, Ma San still couldn't stand up and immediately raised one of the black boxer's hands to announce his promotion.
Gong Baosen could only sigh when he saw this and watched the medical staff take Ma San to the hospital.
When Ma San was confused, looking at Gong Baosen's figure, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
