In the hospital, Ma San stared at the ceiling blankly.
Gong Baosen comforted him in a rare and gentle voice: "Being in the top four is already a very good achievement. I am a man and I can't afford to lose. The worst I can do is win back next year."
Ma San knew that he had no chance.
On November 11, the World Fighting Championship finals started as scheduled.
In the ring, Ip Man was in a tough fight. The black boxer was thick-skinned and very agile. His attacks were as if they were hitting a steel plate and had no effect, while the opponent's fists were powerful and heavy, even if he used Wing Chun's spread hands.
I reacted in advance to block and felt a sting.
"Daddy beat him!"
Zhang Yongcheng originally vowed not to come to watch the game again, but her son Ye Zhun insisted on dragging her to cheer for Ip Man. However, her son had no choice but to come over. At this moment, she could only pray in her heart to the Bodhisattva to protect her husband's safety.
Ye Wen's forehead was constantly sweating. He knew that this was a sign of continuous physical exertion. In such a high-intensity confrontation, ordinary people would fall down from exhaustion in two minutes, but he had already been entangled with the opponent for two rounds.
"We have to fight quickly." Ye Wen knew that if he didn't make up his mind, he would have no chance in the next round.
Thinking of this, Ye Wen's eyes darkened, he began to adjust his breathing rhythm, and gradually lowered his body's center of gravity.
The black boxer thought that Ip Man was exhausted and unable to resist, so his attack became more fierce, and his sandbag-sized fist hit Ip Man in the face.
Ip Man's hands were like two doors. Facing the black boxer's violent attack, he gritted his teeth and waited for an opportunity to find a flaw.
Finally, after the black boxer's fast break for a minute and a half, the on-site referee was already looking at his watch.
"It's now!"
Ip Man took advantage of the black boxer's breathing space to retract his fists, and suddenly moved forward with a lunge.
The black boxer did not panic. Although he had practiced boxing before, after two consecutive years of high-intensity training, he was confident that he would not lose to anyone in various close combat skills. What's more, in terms of physical fitness, he
He is obviously much stronger than the short oriental man in front of him.
However, what the black boxer didn't expect was that his opponent did not fight him hand-to-hand. Instead, when the two were only one body apart, he suddenly stabbed his chest with a knife.
The black boxer was caught off guard and did not panic. His chest muscles tightened almost subconsciously. In his opinion, he could not exert much power in such a short distance. With his muscle strength, he could completely resist this attack.
, and then use close combat to directly strangle the opponent.
Ye Wen sneered in his heart.
"Wing Chun is strong!"
The right hand was like a sharp blade inserted directly into the black boxer's chest. A burst of heartbreaking pain made the black boxer look ferocious, but it was not over yet.
"One palm, four postures!"
This move is a classic move of Monkey Boxing. It uses the fingertips, knuckles, fist surface and back of the hand to attack the opponent four times. Coupled with the blessing of Wing Chun's strength, it is infinitely powerful.
The black boxer only felt that his chest was hit hard one after another, and the tight muscle protection on his chest was instantly shredded by the heavy blows. Under the transmission of force, he only felt that his brain was deprived of oxygen, and he temporarily lost the ability to think.
Among masters, victory or defeat can only happen in an instant. Ip Man keenly captured the flaws of black boxers.
"Japanese punch punch."
Ip Man's hands seemed to be equipped with motors, and they kept hitting the black boxer's face. The speed was so fast that in the eyes of the audience, Ip Man's hands had formed a phantom in the air.
"boom."
As the black boxer fell to the ground, the scene erupted into enthusiastic screams and cheers.
"Dad wins, mom and dad are champions!"
When Zhang Yongcheng heard his son's cheers, he realized that the black man who had just fought with his husband had fallen to the ground and was unconscious. He couldn't help but shed tears of excitement, clasped his hands together, and returned his vow to the Bodhisattva.
"Beautiful!" Gong Baosen couldn't help but clapped his hands when he saw Ip Man winning the championship.
Wang Chao looked at Ye Man on the ring enjoying the enthusiastic support of the audience, shining brightly, and couldn't help but secretly determined that he would stand on that stage next year.
"If you want to win the championship, stay and prepare for the championship for a year." Qin Hao patted Wang Chao on the shoulder and said.
Wang Chao hesitated: "Master, I want to stay, but Wang Kai..."
"Don't worry, I will pick up Wang Kai."
As the stakes of the World Fighting Championship get bigger and bigger, Qin Hao also needs some trustworthy people to help him manage it. The other two partners are capitalists. Capitalists will do anything for profit and are not worthy of trust.
The news that Ip Man won the championship quickly attracted widespread attention from domestic and foreign media, especially the domestic media. As of November, Japan had successively won the Battle of Pingjin and the Battle of Nankou. Seeing that the Battle of Songhu had been fought for more than two months,
The Chinese army has suffered heavy casualties, and this is the time when it needs to boost the morale of its citizens.
"Obviously, Ip Man from Foshan won the World Fighting Championship, breaking the notion of the sick man of Asia. The Chinese are not inferior to any other race!"
Newsboys walked around the streets hawking.
The entrance of a teahouse.
"Child, bring me a newspaper."
"okay."
Soon the tea house started to become lively.
"This Ip Man is really good. He has given face to us Chinese people."
"Yeah, I haven't been having a good time lately. It's rare to have such good news. Brother, I'll invite you to my place for a drink at noon."
"That won't work. It's rare to be so happy. Huifeng Building, I'm treating you. Don't let anyone steal it from me. Just keep walking."
"Speaking of which, what kind of competition is this World Fighting Championship? Could it be that the Nationalist government brought it to us to deceive us?"
As soon as these words came out, the excited people in the tea room seemed to have poured cold water on them. After all, this was not the first time that the Nationalist Government had done this kind of thing.
But soon, someone refuted it.
"Do you only read the headlines when reading newspapers? Isn't there a detailed introduction here? The World Fighting Championship is hosted in the United States, so how long can the Nationalist Government reach to the United States?"
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"Hey, it's true."
"Brother, what do the newspapers say? What is the quality of this World Fighting Championship?"
"Oh, this World Fighting Championship is really amazing. Not only is the competition held in the United States, but it has been held for six times. This year is the seventh. Do you know how much the championship prize is?"
"How many?"
"One million dollars."
“Is this dollar worth something?”
"Is it valuable? If you give it away, it's worth my money. It's worth more than Yuan Datou."
"Hey, wouldn't winning the championship mean getting rich?"
"That's not true. And think about it, with so much bonus, anyone who knows how to use two hands has to fight with all his strength. It's not easy to win this championship."
"So that's the case, then it seems we can drink this wine with confidence."
Compared with the joy and excitement of the domestic people, the Japanese were very angry. They threatened to destroy China within three months. As a result, the Battle of Songhu lasted more than two months. What gave them even more headaches was that
, even after occupying some land, the local people are still very hostile to them.
"Baga, where did this Ye Wen come from? This bunch of trash in the domestic martial arts world has not won a single World Fighting Championship for so many years. They should all commit seppuku!"
"Your Excellency Gangcun, it's useless to complain. It's better to let this Ip Man be used by us."
"Oh? Uchida-kun, what's your clever plan?"
"As far as I know, Ye Wen's family belongs to a wealthy family in Foshan. He will definitely come back. We can definitely bribe him when the time comes."
"What if the bribery fails?"
"Then kill him. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, can you still withstand bullets?"
"Yo Xi, Uchida-kun is indeed very resourceful."
After receiving the praise, Uchida Heiichiro's face was full of excitement: "Your Excellency Okamura, I have good news to report to you."
"Oh? What's the good news?"
"The third runner-up in this World Fighting Championship has agreed to become the president of our Northeast Region Maintenance Association."
"Well, that's good. I'm very satisfied with Uchida-kun's work, so I'll leave this Ip Man to you as well."
"Hi."
On November 11, the Battle of Songhu ended with the failure of the National Army to hold on. The Japanese army entered the capital, but the anti-Japanese sentiment of the people across the country was rising day by day.
At this time, Ma San had returned to China, and as soon as he got off the plane, Heiichiro Uchida took him to Tohoku.
At this time, Gong Baosen had not returned to China. He originally planned to go back with Ma San, but Gong Ruomei's pregnancy made him stay in the United States.
Gong Baosen had a daughter when he was old, and he only had one child. With Qin Hao's help, he naturally lived at home. Gong Ruomei was reluctant to leave her father. Whenever Gong Baosen asked to return to China, she would use her body to
On the grounds of discomfort, Gong Baosen was kept here.
It was already 1938 when Gong Baosen learned that Ma San had defected to the Japanese.
"This bastard! How could he join the Japanese?" Gong Baosen said with hatred.
Gong Ruomei saw her father's face full of pain. She knew how much energy his father spent on this closed disciple, so she could only persuade him.
"Dad, if Ma San is a traitor, he is willing to fall for it. What does it have to do with you? Don't worry, this man has done evil, and sooner or later he will be punished."
Gong Baosen couldn't bear the thought of his daughter still worrying about him while she was pregnant with her child. He sighed helplessly: "Oh, I never thought that someone in my palace has been shrewd all his life, but he was blind and misjudged the villain."
After comforting Gong Ruomei, Gong Baosen secretly called Qin Hao into the yard.
"Although the Gong family is not a well-known and decent family, it cannot tolerate traitors. I can't just watch Ma San commit crimes and harm the villagers. I have to return to my country to clean up the family!"
Qin Hao quickly dissuaded him: "Uncle, you don't need to personally clean up the house. I'd better go back."
"No, you have already registered with the Japanese. If you go back now, you are throwing yourself into a trap. Besides, Ruomei is pregnant now. If something happens to you..." Gong Baosen heard this.
Just shook his head.
In recent years, Qin Hao has often mobilized overseas Chinese in the United States to donate money to the country, and the money has been turned into weapons and medicines and shipped to the country. If Qin Hao had not already established a certain influence in the United States, the Japanese would have been afraid of causing dissatisfaction in the United States. Gong Ruomei
You won’t be able to raise your baby at home so safely.
Things will be different once you return to China. Then you can just concoct an accident and the United States will be speechless.
"Don't worry, uncle, I will have someone lure Ma San out and deal with him on our territory."
"This is still too risky..."
"Uncle Master, with all due respect, Ma San won the third place in the World Fighting Championship last time. I know his fighting ability. With your current physical condition, I'm afraid it will be difficult to take advantage of him. If you must clean up the family
, only I can stabilize him."
"this......."
In the end, Gong Baosen had no choice but to agree to stay in the United States. Qin Hao originally thought that it would not be easy to get through to Gong Ruomei, but he didn't expect that Gong Ruomei immediately agreed when he heard that he wanted to clean up the family.
"There are no villains in our Gong family. If Ma San becomes a traitor, the Gong family's things must be taken back."
So, Qin Hao quietly boarded the military plane returning home.
After arriving in Guangzhou, Qin Hao contacted Xue Dian. After the national army was defeated in the Battle of Pingjin, he also took his disciples to Nanjing.
"Senior brother, have you heard about Ma San?"
Xue Dian slammed the table and said indignantly: "Ma San, this bastard, helped the Japanese and harmed the anti-Japanese compatriots. If I had known this, I should have killed him with one knife in Tianjin!"
"I came back this time to clean up the house."
"I'm afraid this won't be easy. Now Ma San is a popular figure in Little Japan. Even the maintenance committees in Tianjin and Beijing are under his control, and the Japanese military police protect him when he comes in and out."
"So, we have to find a way to lure him out."
"Lead it out? I'm afraid it won't be easy."
"As far as I know, the Japanese are already preparing to attack Wuhan. If senior brother sends a message to Ma San at this time, revealing his intention to join the Japanese, let him introduce him..."
"Okay, then I'll give it a try."
"Then please."
In March 1938, the weather in Wuhan was a bit gloomy and rainy continuously.
A black car stopped at the door of a teahouse. Several men in black got out and went upstairs to search.
"Third Master, I didn't notice anything strange, and that guy didn't bring anyone here either."
Ma San waved his hand.
"Mr. Uchida, no problem, let's go up."
Uchida Heiichiro smiled with satisfaction: "If we can instigate Xue Dian this time, Mr. Ma will take the greatest credit."
Since Gong Baosen went to the United States, the Nanjing Guoshu Museum has been handed over to Xue Dian. Many of his subordinates are serving as instructors in the army. If he can successfully instigate rebellion, it will be of great help in attacking other cities in the south in the future.
"A good bird chooses a tree to roost in. With the conditions offered by Mr. Uchida, I believe no one can refuse."
The two entered the teahouse surrounded by more than a dozen men in black.
In the private room on the second floor, Xue Dian was sitting in the main seat. The moment he saw Ma San push the door open, a murderous intent appeared in his eyes unconsciously.
Ma San's heart suddenly tightened. He had been practicing martial arts for many years, and he was keenly aware of Xue Dian's fleeting murderous intention.
"Is it a scam?"
However, Heiichiro Uchida didn't notice anything strange and walked in with a smile.
"It's such a blessing to be able to meet Mr. Xue."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Xue Dian's mouth: "Yeah, I think so too."
"By the way, I have a friend who also wants to meet you two."
"Oh? Is he a famous boxer?"
"A boxing master? That's right, Ma San, you should be very familiar with this person."
