Chapter 45

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"Ha!" With a shout, Master Luo's body moved like a monkey, incredibly agile. He leaped lightly on the wooden stool and nimbly jumped onto the round table, standing opposite Yip Man. He sized up Yip Man from head to toe, though he spoke lightly, he did not dare to underestimate him in his heart.

"Please!" Both men bowed and then took their stances. After all, it was just a friendly match, so they observed the proper etiquette, which was different from the life-and-death battles Jiang Chen had experienced before.

"Be careful, brother! Fists and feet have no eyes!" With a loud shout, Master Luo suddenly attacked. His first move was a Monkey Flip, a technique from the Monkey Fist style, mixed with some Mantis Fist techniques, looking quite fierce.

Yip Man's expression remained calm as he smoothly executed the Wing Chun techniques, blocking all of Master Luo's attacks. Compared to Master Luo's full effort, Yip Man seemed to have plenty of room to spare. After a few moves, he found an opening and pinned Master Luo down, flipping him onto the table. Before Master Luo could get up, Yip Man advanced and delivered a thrust punch, stopping just a few inches from Master Luo's abdomen.

After all, it was just a friendly match, not a life-and-death struggle, so Yip Man naturally intended to stop at that point. However, he clearly underestimated Master Luo's thickness of face. As soon as Yip Man retracted his hand, Master Luo grabbed his leg, trying to launch a surprise attack.

Annoyed, Yip Man no longer held back. He blocked Master Luo's attack and then kicked him with a powerful force, sending him flying like a deflated ball. Master Luo crashed through several wooden stools and rolled back to his seat.

"Master Luo, are you okay?" Master Zheng, standing nearby, asked with a hint of schadenfreude.

After being kicked by Yip Man, Master Luo felt as if his old back was about to break, but he still stubbornly replied, "I'm fine!"

"If it were a knife, you'd be dead... That's not how you fight..." Seeing Master Luo being beaten, the boastful hall master started to talk again, his words tinged with sarcasm, but he had no confidence if he had to step in himself.

"This table is really slippery!" Master Luo pushed away his disciples who were trying to help him, making excuses for his defeat.

Seeing Master Luo's defeat, Hong Zhenan noticed that no one was willing to challenge Yip Man, intimidated by his prowess. He had to threaten, "Come on, don't let him stop!"

Master Luo, seeing this, clutched his back and gritted his teeth, "Master Zheng, it's your turn!"

"Master Zheng, go up!"

"Yes, Master Zheng, go up..."

The hall masters around them urged Master Zheng to step up, their intentions clear. They wanted to test Yip Man's true strength and also enjoy the spectacle, as the saying goes, "Fellow practitioners are natural enemies," which holds true in any era and place.

Knowing that the situation was now unavoidable, Master Zheng put down his teacup and walked to the table. Master Luo reminded him sarcastically, "Master Zheng, the table is very slippery!"

Master Zheng glanced at Master Luo, a hint of displeasure on his face, but his composure held as he steadily leaped onto the round table.

"Please!" The two men bowed to each other and then took their stances.

After circling twice, Master Zheng's eyes narrowed. He extended his arms, his body incredibly flexible, and moved gracefully towards Yip Man. His attack was continuous, his body twisting and straightening, his hands moving in complex patterns, attacking Yip Man from both sides. Yip Man, however, remained calm, using the principles of sticking, connecting, adhering, and striking, effortlessly countering Master Zheng's intricate moves.

It must be said that Master Zheng practiced the Bagua Roaming Palm, one of the three major internal martial arts, which was extremely sophisticated. His movements were fluid and stable, his power deep and solid, combining hardness and softness, excelling in techniques like pushing, supporting, leading, and striking. However, Yip Man simplified the complex, and after a brief exchange, he almost knocked Master Zheng off the table.

Master Zheng managed to stabilize himself, turned, and moved in again, grabbing Yip Man's hand and locking his legs around Yip Man's body. But Yip Man released a burst of power, pushing Master Zheng back and forcing him to the edge of the table.

Master Zheng regained his balance and leaped up, ready to attack again, but as soon as he extended his leg, Yip Man grabbed it tightly. With a powerful thrust, Yip Man flipped Master Zheng onto the table, pressing his head down and raising his fist to strike at Master Zheng's temple!

"Alright, alright, alright!!" Master Zheng quickly surrendered, fearing that Yip Man might not be able to stop in time, putting his life at risk!

Hearing Master Zheng's surrender, Yip Man's fist stopped just an inch from Master Zheng's temple.

"Thank you for your mercy." Master Zheng stood up, bowed to Yip Man, and limped back to his seat, his face full of disappointment.

"Thank you for the match." Yip Man responded calmly, still standing on the table, waiting for the next hall master to challenge him.

"Is there any other master interested in a match?" Hong Zhenan scanned the hall, seeing the hall masters' hesitant faces and their silence. He understood that they lacked confidence in defeating Yip Man. With a sigh, he stood up, his eyes fixed on Yip Man on the table, his gaze intense.

As the leader of the Hong Kong martial arts community, Hong Zhenan was an expert in Hung Kuen. Under his leadership, the Hong Kong martial arts community had flourished. Although he hadn't fought in a long time, no one in the martial arts world dared to underestimate him!

"Ha!" With a shout, Hong Zhenan leaped onto the table, his massive body causing it to tilt sharply. Yip Man, on the other side, lost his balance and was thrown into the air!

"Please!" After the bow, Hong Zhenan pounced, using the Tiger Form of the Tiger-Crane Double Shape style, his punches swift and fierce. Yip Man moved his feet and blocked the attacks, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over a dozen blows. Hong Zhenan seemed to transform into a black tiger, trying to tear Yip Man apart, while Yip Man used his agility to defend and counterattack.

Their fists and feet moved in a blur, both men fighting fiercely along the edge of the table. Their hands clashed repeatedly, and the powerful force was transferred to the table. Finally, with a loud "Bang," the table cracked under the impact.

The two men's bodies sank as the table broke. Surprised, they pushed the table pieces behind them and landed on the wooden stools. Using the momentum, they moved to the remaining part of the table.

"Great!" Jiang Chen couldn't help but exclaim, and the entire hall erupted in applause. Both the spectators and the disciples of the martial arts halls cheered, praising the two martial arts masters.

At this point, there was no need to continue the match, even if the incense hadn't burned out. Hong Zhenan bowed to Yip Man, "Master Yip!" His voice was soft, but the weight of his words was heavy, signifying that the martial arts world had recognized Yip Man's qualifications to establish his own school!

Yip Man returned the bow, "Master Hong!"

"Welcome to the martial arts community. Remember to pay the monthly fee!" Hong Zhenan calmed his breathing and said calmly.

"What fee?" Yip Man thought it was just a simple match, and once he won, there would be no more trouble. He was surprised by Hong Zhenan's words.

"It's just a rule." Hong Zhenan explained calmly, "One hundred dollars a month. Pay it, and there will be no trouble." In fact, the fee was not for his personal gain but to negotiate with the exploitative foreigners to ensure the peace of the martial arts community.

However, Yip Man was unaware of this. He glanced at the hall masters, his eyes firm, "If any master still doubts my qualifications, I am always ready. But if it's just for personal gain, I cannot accept it!"

"Suit yourself! Don't come to me when you have trouble!" Hong Zhenan laughed coldly and turned to leave with his disciples, not caring about Yip Man's refusal. He knew that Yip Man would eventually come to him.

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