Chapter 44

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In a single night, dozens of high-ranking officials in Hong Kong died in their homes. Apart from the stolen goods, the key point was that their bodies were scattered with their respective evidence of crimes, and the murderer had left a signature. The existence of the Black-robed Asura instantly sparked a terrifying storm in Hong Kong.

Regardless of these external storms, Jiang Chen continued to learn Wing Chun under Yip Man. After last night's slaughter, the blood in his body was surging, and his cultivation of the transformation power was almost divinely aided. In just half a day, he made progress that would normally take one or two months.

Yip Man seemed to notice his improvement and couldn't help but be surprised, "Ah Chen, your skills have improved again?"

Jiang Chen smiled, "It will still take some time to fully master the transformation power. I can't compare to you, Master, who has probably already perfected it." As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Master, I heard that yesterday, Huang Liang and the disciples of the Hung Kuen lineage had a conflict. Master Hung Zhenan, who teaches Hung Kuen, is the leader of the martial arts world in Hong Kong. Has he not deliberately made things difficult for you?"

"No," Yip Man smiled, "Master Hung only mentioned the rules for opening a martial arts school in Hong Kong. He said that one must publicly accept challenges from all major schools and stand for the duration of an incense stick to qualify for opening a school and teaching martial arts."

"I see." Jiang Chen seemed to remember something and quickly suggested, "Then we should prepare in advance. The setting up of the arena should be handled by us, and it should be public. We should invite some journalists."

"Why make it so complicated for just a martial arts competition?" Yip Man was a bit surprised, but he was also a smart person and quickly caught on to something unusual, "Ah Chen, are you worried they might play some tricks? It shouldn't come to that, right?"

"One should not have the heart to harm others, but one must be cautious." Jiang Chen chuckled, "In any case, being careful is never wrong. Besides, we can use this opportunity to promote Wing Chun. In the future, it will be easier for you to take on disciples, rather than always relying on Huang Liang to introduce people to learn martial arts."

Well, to be honest, the latter was Jiang Chen's true intention. He wanted Wing Chun to spread quickly throughout Hong Kong, and a public arena competition was undoubtedly the best method. After all, he had confidence in Yip Man's martial arts skills, and there were few in the current Hong Kong martial arts world who could match him. Once the journalists publicized it, the matter would naturally be settled.

"You have a point." Yip Man thought for a moment and finally nodded, but he couldn't help frowning, "However, this matter might not be easy."

"Perhaps not." Jiang Chen smiled, "Regarding the arena and journalists, I can help. But for contacting the experts from various schools, it would be best if you, Master, took the lead. I am just a junior, and if I take the lead, it might cause disputes."

"Alright." Yip Man naturally understood Jiang Chen's meaning. It was better for him to handle it. If Jiang Chen did it, even with his strong martial arts skills, it would surely make the masters of various schools feel dissatisfied. This was the difference in seniority in the martial arts world, which was always highly valued.

Immediately, the master and disciple took action. Yip Man contacted Hung Zhenan, while Jiang Chen found an open square, set up the arena, and invited many journalists to observe and report. This seemed quite difficult, but with Jiang Chen's money, everything was easy to arrange.

Three days later, everything was ready. Almost all the schools in Hong Kong, including Hung Zhenan, were present. Jiang Chen led Xu Shichang and other more amiable Wing Chun disciples to welcome the guests, while Huang Liang and others were arranged to maintain order outside the arena. Chairs and refreshments were already set up around the arena. As the saying goes, "A smiling face invites no punches," so the masters of various schools were not too rude.

Looking at the many onlookers and journalists in the square, one master couldn't help but snort, "Such a grand scene, I wonder if they can handle it."

Another master laughed, "What's there to fear? Maybe they think their skills are so high that they are not afraid of anyone's challenge. It's not impossible."

"This is nothing. I've fought on such stages dozens of times before, but back then, there were knives below..." A master looked at the large round table in the middle of the square, surrounded by dozens or even hundreds of wooden stools, forming a simple arena. He boasted without blushing, enjoying the admiring gazes of his disciples.

In the vast square, besides the onlookers and journalists, the arena was surrounded by masters and disciples from various martial arts schools. Under Hung Zhenan's coordination, there had been no major conflicts among these masters for several years. They were now sitting in pairs, chatting and boasting, completely ignoring the approaching Yip Man.

"Have you heard of Yip Man?"

"Judging by the name, he's no good. I've never heard of him!"

"Ha, who can be as powerful as your Master Luo?"

"Mutual respect, Master Zheng!"

At a seat beside the arena, two masters were subtly praising each other, but their words were laced with sarcasm, clearly indicating that their relationship was not as harmonious as it seemed. Master Luo was sitting with his legs crossed, not at all like a teacher, while Master Zheng was more composed, sitting calmly in his chair, clearly good at maintaining his composure.

"Will you go up later?" Master Luo habitually blinked and asked Master Zheng.

"If you go, I'll go! No need to say more, let's drink tea!" Anyone who could open a martial arts school in Hong Kong was not a simple character. Hearing the trap in Master Luo's words, Master Zheng deftly avoided it.

"Master..."

Hung Zhenan was sitting in his seat, drinking tea, observing the silent competition among the various martial arts schools. At this moment, Zheng Weiji suddenly approached, looking up to see Yip Man in a black long robe slowly entering the arena.

"Everyone, this is Yip Man. He wants to establish a school here, so today he is here to meet and challenge everyone." Hung Zhenan spoke with a strong voice, attracting the attention of all the masters who were chatting. He then turned to Yip Man, "Yip Man, you lose if you surrender or fall off the table. If you are still standing on the table when the incense stick burns out, I will call you Master Yip." Saying this, he gestured for his disciples to light the incense stick on the table, "If there are no problems, let's start now!"

Yip Man took off his black long robe and handed it to Jiang Chen, revealing a white short-sleeved shirt. He whispered, "Ah Chen, I know you have exceptional talent. Although you have practiced for a short time, your skills are already on par with mine. However, you are still young and have not seen the strengths and weaknesses of various martial arts. Watch carefully, it might be helpful to you."

"Master, don't worry, I understand." Jiang Chen smiled, "But for you, this is a good opportunity to promote our Wing Chun. Make sure to win beautifully."

"Disciple, don't worry, I understand." Yip Man smiled lightly and then stepped towards the table, his steps steady and his face calm, not at all like someone about to fight in an arena.

"Is he just going to walk up like that? Not impressive..." Master Luo squinted, clearly dissatisfied with Yip Man's approach.

Yip Man, as if he hadn't heard Master Luo's words, moved and stood steadily on the table. Some of the Wing Chun disciples couldn't help but glare at Master Luo. If it weren't for Jiang Chen, the senior disciple, there might have been a conflict.

Slowly walking to the center of the table, Yip Man looked at the just-lit incense stick and then bowed to the masters in the audience, saying, "Greetings, everyone. I am Yip Man, from the Foshan Wing Chun School, a disciple of Chen Huashun. Please give me your guidance!"

Seeing Yip Man on the stage, Hung Zhenan immediately smiled and asked, "Is there any master who wants to go up and play a few moves?"

The masters in the audience exchanged glances, all smiling but silent. They were all shrewd and did not want to go up first without knowing Yip Man's skills. After all, there were so many people present, including journalists, and if they lost, they would lose face.

"Master Luo, aren't you going up?" Master Zheng glanced at Master Luo, urging him to go up.

"Let's see if anyone goes up first." Master Luo, though sharp-tongued, was not foolish. However, after looking around, he realized that none of the masters were preparing to go up. Clearly, everyone had the same idea. With no choice, he had to go up, as he had already spoken. If he didn't, he would lose face.

"Alright! I'll go up and take the lead!"

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