Outside the county government office, Huang Feihong and Liang Kuan stood at the door.
"Have all the militia gone back?" Jiang Li asked.
"Yes, I asked them to leave first." Huang Feihong nodded and asked Jiang Li,
"how's it going?"
What he asked was of course about the vigilante group, and Huang Feihong didn't want to be stared at by an admiral all day long.
"Don't worry." Jiang Li nodded with a smile. The Manchu admiral was a fool. After being frightened today, his courage was shattered. If the other party really dared to hold on to him and provoke him, Jiang Li would let him know how powerful he was.
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"That's good." Huang Feihong's face showed a hint of lineup, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The things that had troubled him for so long finally disappeared.
"By the way, the flying knife you used just now seems to be a hidden weapon. I remember you were not so skilled." Huang Feihong suddenly remembered the flying knife Jiang Li used just now and said doubtfully.
"That one was given to me by a martial arts master I recruited a few days ago. I won't say more. I will introduce you to him in three days." Jiang Li patted Huang Feihong's shoulder and said mysteriously, "I don't know."
, let Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong meet, what kind of sparks will fly.
As for the technique he used with the flying knife just now, it is indeed not a hidden weapon technique, but his special ability and telekinesis at the bottom of the box.
After forty days, his mental power has grown to a very terrifying level. Now Jiang Li doesn't even know how terrifyingly lethal he can be if he uses all his strength.
"President Jiang, the brush you just used...is that the Foshan Shadowless Kick?" On the side, Liang Kuan approached Jiang Li and asked with eager eyes. As he spoke, he kicked twice in the air.
Pretty decent.
"Not bad, do you want to learn?" Jiang Li looked at him funny and said.
"Yeah, I want to learn." Liang Kuan nodded quickly, with a smile on his face.
"If you want to learn, why are you looking for me? The real master is here." The smile on Jiang Li's face dropped, his face straightened, and he stepped aside, revealing Huang Feihong's figure.
"Ah?" Looking at Huang Feihong, whose face turned dark on one side, Liang Kuan suddenly wrinkled into a bitter look.
It's over, it's over, now Jiang Li's thigh is not hugged, and Huang Feihong's thick thigh is thrown away. The gain outweighs the loss.
Unexpectedly, the president of the dignified Sihai Chamber of Commerce also likes to joke so much.
Jiang Li laughed loudly and gradually walked away from Huang Feihong.
In the evening, Jiang Li and Huang Feihong visited the Ye family's mansion together. Jiang Li also formally met Ip Man's wife Zhang Yongcheng and Ip Man's eldest son Ye Zhun for the first time.
The Ye family is an aristocratic family in Foshan and has extensive connections. Although this is only Ye Zhun's 100-day banquet, there are also many people attending the banquet. The entire Ye Mansion is brightly lit and full of people.
By the time we got home again, it was already dark.
Time flies, and three days fly by in the blink of an eye.
On this day, a tall arena was erected in the center of Foshan Wuguan Street. Wooden railings were placed around the arena early to block the way forward.
Martial arts masters from various martial arts schools were sitting upright around the ring, with energetic disciples standing behind them.
Correspondingly, there was a person from the Ishikawa Dojo who was kneeling on the ground opposite.
On one side there are dozens of families, with hundreds of disciples, while on the other side there are only a dozen people, most of whom are Japanese.
Those few young Chinese people are already filled with regret at this time. If I had known it, I should not have watched the progress of karate and signed up quickly. Now, I am hated by people wherever I go, and now even more so.
If you are clearly recognized in public, you will never be able to hold your head high again.
At the front of the Ishikawa Dojo was a short man with a lean face, wearing a pure white kimono with a layer of black on his head. Facing the gazes of hundreds of people opposite him, his expression remained unchanged and he closed his eyes to meditate.
He is Ichiro Miura.
Today is the day when Yan Zhendong challenges Ichiro Miura. As early as three days ago, Jiang Li personally handed over the battle invitation to Ishikawa Dojo. With the Japanese's low self-esteem and arrogance, they must be prepared for this kind of challenge.
Will accept it.
As Jiang Li expected, when the people from the Shihai Chamber of Commerce sent the battle invitation to Ishikawa Dojo, Miura Ichiro agreed to the match without any hesitation.
"President Jiang, Master Huang, Master Ye..."
After a while, Jiang Li, Huang Feihong and Ye Wen all arrived, and Wang Lun hurried over with a group of martial artists.
Although the three of Huang Feihong are not very young, each of them has a higher status than them. Jiang Li, the new president of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce, is a well-known figure in the entire Guangdong, and Huang Feihong is one of the top ten in Guangdong.
Tiger One is on the same level as their master Wang Yinlin.
As for Ip Man, despite his usually low-key performance, no one dared to underestimate him just because he was on par with Wong Fei-hung in the past.
"Master, the one in the middle is the new president of the Shikai Chamber of Commerce." In the direction of Ishikawa Dojo, behind Miura Ichiro, a Japanese whispered in his ear in Japanese.
"I understand." Miura Ichiro opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Li, who was chatting and laughing with a group of martial artists on the opposite side, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
"Lord Liuzhu, do we really want to...?" The Japanese looked hesitant, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
"My momentary honor and disgrace are insignificant compared to the empire's grand plan. The Shihai Chamber of Commerce has a large influence in Guangdong and has extensive contacts. If we can be on good terms with the other party, it will be easy to use the other party's power to cover us." Ichiro Miura said in a low voice with a dull look.
In his mind, the Chinese Kung Fu is not as magical as the legends say. In the past month, he has defeated countless famous masters, such as Iron Palm Immortal, Crouching Tiger Sword, and Thunderbolt Hand. Each name is more famous than the last.
, but each one is vulnerable.
Continuous victories seemed to have opened the veil of Eastern Kung Fu to him. It turned out that those Chinese Kung Fu that were passed down like myths were just average.
If it weren't for the purpose of making good friends with the Sihai Chamber of Commerce and completing the tasks assigned to him by the empire, he would definitely teach the reckless man on the other side a lesson today.
"Hi."
"Master Wang, let's get started." Jiang Li and Huang Feihong sat down. Yan Zhendong, wearing a black military uniform with a calm expression, stood next to Jiang Li. Jiang Li glanced around and then faced Wang Lun on the side.
said.
At this time, people were already standing around the wooden fence. The news of Foshan martial arts masters fighting Japanese masters has spread throughout Foshan in the past two days. Wushu is popular in Foshan, and there are not a few people who came to watch the battle today.
"Okay." After hearing this, Wang Lun nodded in agreement, stood up and walked onto the ring. His movement immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.
"Comrades, I am Wang Lun, the successor of the Guangdong Xia Family Boxing, and I will be a witness to this competition today." Wang Lun stood on the ring, slightly arched his hands in all directions, and said loudly.
"Today's battle is for two parties. It only determines the outcome, not life and death. It is an exchange competition between Mr. Miura Ichiro and Master Yan Zhendong. According to the rules of the ring, the competition is about martial arts. No hidden hand injuries are allowed, and no hidden weapons are allowed. If you want to
The use of weapons is subject to negotiation between the two parties. In addition, there are no restrictions on boxing or martial arts categories."
"In addition, in the ring competition, the one who voluntarily admits defeat loses, the one who faints loses, the one who falls down from the ring loses, and the one who falls to the ground first loses."
"Now, please invite Master Yan and Mr. Miura Ichiro to come to the ring, and the competition will begin."
After saying that, Wang Lun bowed his hands to Yan Zhendong and Miura Ichiro and walked away.
"Go." Jiang Li waved his hand and said softly.
"Yes." Yan Zhendong responded with a rough voice and strode onto the ring. Opposite him, Ichiro Miura stood up almost in sequence with him.
"Please." Yan Zhendong cupped his fists at Miura Ichiro and placed his hands straight on his waist.
"Please." Miura Ichiro clenched his fists, stared at Yan Zhendong with his eyes like an eagle, and bowed slightly.
"Ha..." The moment he stood up, Miura Ichiro ran with his feet and rushed towards Yan Zhendong. His body jumped into the air, spun in the air, and kicked Yan Zhendong's head with his right foot. The huge force rubbed the air.
Breathing loudly.
Yan Zhendong's eyes narrowed and his legs sank slightly, as if a pillar was nailed to the ground. He drew an arc with his left hand and turned his right hand into a claw, grabbing upwards.
"Bang..." As his hands and feet intertwined, Miura Ichiro's expression changed. He felt as if one foot had been kicked onto an iron plate. He spun his left foot and took a step back.
"Take the move." Yan Zhendong's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he pressed his claws with both hands, like an eagle hunting for prey, and quickly attacked Miura Ichiro.
His claws are like steel. When moving, they are violent, fierce, and fast. When they are still, they are witty and steady. They are like an eagle waiting for a rabbit, just like an eagle spreading its wings to catch prey. It is strong and powerful. Under such a fierce attack, Miura
Ichiro is like a small boat in the sea, unable to take care of both left and right, and has to deal with it in a hurry.
Moreover, what made him extremely depressed was that when the two of them were fighting with each other's hands and feet, Yan Zhendong seemed to be fine, but his hands and feet hurt, as if he was hit on an iron plate every time.
If this continues, let alone letting it slip on purpose, it remains to be seen whether we can defeat the other party.
Didn’t he say that Chinese Kung Fu was average? How could this be? This was a bit different from what he thought.
