manynovel Chapter 33 Master Ye, Don't let him stop!
Chapter 33 Master Ye, Don't let him stop!
Compared to Master Luo's kung fu, Master Zheng's Baguazhang is clearly more refined, although he is also older.
Compared to Jin Shan Zhao, who is in his prime, Master Zheng's skill level is not much different, but the issue of age is unavoidable.
The saying "a young man has the upper hand" is no joke.
When the skill level is not significantly different, the young Jinshan Zhao has a huge advantage.
After about thirty rounds, Master Zheng was forcibly kicked off the round table.
Hong Zhennan frowned even more and immediately said, "Come on, keep going, don't make him stop."
So, after Master Zheng, someone else stepped forward.
But as the third and fourth masters were also knocked off the round table, the remaining masters began to look at each other in bewilderment.
The boxing gym across the street only produced one person, and they've already replaced four of their instructors. If they continue fighting like this, even if they win, it won't be honorable, and if they lose, they won't be able to hold their heads up in front of their students.
As Hong Zhennan continued to urge them on, the masters in the audience gradually fell silent.
Hong Zhennan glared at them with his fierce eyes, and they all looked away.
"Jinshan Zhao, huh? I'll have a go at you!" Suddenly, a man in the corner stood up, leaped, landed on the leg of a stool, and then jumped high into the air, crashing heavily onto the large round table.
The tabletop tilted instantly, and Kingsoft took advantage of the situation to press forward and strike.
Bang bang bang!
Before they could even finish a sentence, they started punching and kicking each other!
After a dozen or so rounds, they exchanged moves, retreated to the edge of the table, and stood firmly in a horse stance!
The master, dressed in a traditional Chinese jacket, assumed a Bajiquan stance: "Bajiquan, Du Shengguo!"
Jinshan Search strides forward: "Zhizi Gate, Jinshan Search, please!"
Wu Jiuge, sitting in the audience, had already become interested.
It's Bajiquan!
I should have been the first one there!
However, it's not like there's no chance...
The number of rounds in the arena had already exceeded fifty, and the two sides were still fighting fiercely until Jinshan Zhao's breathing began to become slightly unstable.
He had played four games in a row. Even though the pressure in the previous games wasn't particularly high, the evenly matched game in this one amplified the physical exertion from the previous games.
Suddenly, Wu Jiuge stood up abruptly from her seat.
The King of Hell's Three-Point Technique!?
Jin Shanzhao, already in a bad mood, couldn't dodge the final blow and was hit. As he staggered, a follow-up whip kick sent him flying off the round table.
The Bajiquan master sighed and snorted, "Jin Shan Zhao, you should go back and practice for another two years!"
Jin Shan Zhao climbed up from the broken stool, his face showing some indignation.
Normally, he might not have lost, but the first four games had taken a toll on his stamina.
"Mr. Song, I—"
"It's alright, have a seat."
This time, before Hong Zhennan could even urge him, Wu Jiuge sprinted forward and landed like a roc on the large round table from between the stools two meters away.
Boom!
Wu Jiuge grinned broadly, revealing his teeth: "Bajiquan, is it? Let me show you the authentic Bajiquan!"
"Hmph, arrogant!" The Bajiquan master's face darkened. No one wants their kung fu to be called illegitimate, and his temper flared up instantly.
In an instant, the two rushed together.
However, after only ten or so rounds, the Bajiquan master was suddenly knocked away by a bow stance elbow strike, flying several meters away and smashing a wooden bench!
The masters in the audience were immediately stunned.
One Jinshan Zhao had already taken down four or five of their masters. They finally managed to defeat him, but now an even more powerful one has emerged.
Is this an attempt to wipe out the entire Hong Kong Island Wushu Association in one fell swoop?
Hong Zhennan's face darkened: "Which master still wants to give it a try?"
This time, even more people remained silent.
A few seconds later, just as Hung Chen-nan was about to make his move, a younger master suddenly stood up from the seat by the window: "I've been wanting to see the real skills of Bajiquan for a long time, this time I'll do it!"
The young master leaped onto the round table platform: "Raise your fist, Chen Sheng!"
offstage
Jinshan asked, "Master Ye, what is Angquan?"
Ip Man: "I've vaguely heard of some of it; it seems to be a style of boxing practiced by the Zhuang people in the Guangdong and Guangxi regions."
As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at Song Sheng.
Song Sheng then explained: "Angquan, Guzhuangquan, Junquan, and many other names, it is indeed a style that originated from the Zhuang people. It emphasizes hitting the mark with one strike and mainly uses knee strikes, elbow strikes, and close-quarters combat."
Its fists are powerful and fierce, comparable to Bajiquan in terms of raw power.
However, to be precise, Angkor is actually more similar to Muay Thai.
It is also called Zhuangquan, but the Zhuang people are still the Zhuang ethnic group at present, and it will take some more years before the name is changed.
Round table arena
The two sides had already exchanged more than twenty or thirty blows. The skill level of these masters was even higher than Song Sheng had expected, at least a level or two stronger than Master Luo and Master Zheng who had appeared at the beginning.
However, Wu Jiuge is no weakling either.
In terms of both physical strength and skill, he was a step above Master Angquan. After more than thirty rounds, he unsurprisingly sent the man flying at close range.
Afterwards, at Hung Chun-nam's urging, two more masters reluctantly stepped forward to try, but they were clearly no match for the previous Ang-Kuan master and were defeated even faster!
Now only a small fraction of the remaining masters remained, and even though Hong Zhennan began to exert pressure, no one stepped forward this time.
With a dark expression, Hong Zhennan slammed the teacup down on the table, then suddenly stood up abruptly.
Instantly, all eyes turned to that direction.
In Hong Kong Island, Hung Chun-nam's prestige was simply too great.
Although people say he is domineering and autocratic, and intolerant of dissenting opinions, apart from that, there is nothing to criticize about him in other aspects, even in his character.
This is also a major reason why Hung Chun-nam can be deeply trusted by the masters of the entire Hong Kong Island Martial Arts Association.
Of course, the most important point is that Hung Chen-nan's personal level is indeed extremely high.
He took two steps forward, flicked a wooden stool with his toes, and then leaped up.
Landing on the stacked wooden benches, he used the momentum to leap high, his bulky body displaying unexpected agility!
The boxing instructors off the field immediately perked up and began to observe carefully with a learning attitude.
Bajiquan versus Hung Kuen!
Something to watch!
The fierce battle was in full swing, and the two sides seemed evenly matched. Jinshan was stunned, amazed at how fierce Master Wu was!
Where did Mr. Song find him?
He swallowed hard and turned to ask, "Mr. Song, can Master Wu win this match?"
Song Sheng shook his head: "It's difficult."
Ip Man also said, "Although the situation on the field seems to be evenly matched, Master Wu is using the method of exchanging injuries to forcibly erase some of the differences."
Given the fatigue from the previous two matches, if Master Wu continues playing, he might expose weaknesses.
It's obvious that Ip Man was already being polite by saying that.
Wu Jiuge is indeed a step below Hong Zhennan and Ip Man, but this step is enough to create a significant gap.
As expected, after Hong Zhennan unleashed his full power, the two exchanged blows for sixty or seventy rounds. Suddenly, Wu Jiuge ran out of steam and was unable to completely withstand the attack from the other side.
The situation then completely shifted, and Hung Chun-nam seized the opportunity, punching and kicking faster and faster.
Despite his bulky physique, he fought with incredible ferocity!
In the arena, Wu Jiuge was knocked off the round table and collapsed onto a group of wooden benches.
Hong Zhennan had a sullen face, and fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
He is overweight and has many underlying health conditions, plus asthma, which has forced him to fight until now, and he himself is not feeling well.
Just as he was about to step down from the stage to rest, he suddenly heard Song Sheng speak softly: "Come on, Master Ye, it's your turn. Don't make him stop."
Why does this sound so familiar?
Hong Zhennan's face on the round table had turned completely dark.