Hong Kong General: The Departed? No, I am the Hong Kong Island Tyrant

Chapter 241: Japanese samurai come to challenge, Fist of Fury is repeated!

Ignoring the shouts of reporters and citizens outside, Di Qing invited everyone to enter the martial arts hall.

The decoration of the martial arts hall is a combination of Chinese and Western styles. On the left is the front desk, and on the right is the reception hall with various mahogany furniture, sofas and chairs.

Everyone came to the reception hall and took their seats.

"The presence of all the seniors here really brings glory to Qinglong Martial Arts School."

Di Qing complimented him a few times, then looked at Zhang Tianzhi and his son, Wan Ruonan and other people he didn't know, and asked, "Which martial arts school are these seniors from?"

"Tai Chi, Wan Ruonan!" Wan Ruonan stood up and clasped his fists and bowed.

"Wing Chun, Zhang Feng."

Zhang Feng also stood up and saluted, then introduced Zhang Tianzhi: "This is my father, Zhang Tianzhi."

"Wing Chun Zhang Tianzhi?!"

Upon hearing this, Di Qing and others were all shocked.

The Wing Chun master Zhang Tianzhi who was as famous as Ip Man back then? !

"It turned out to be Senior Zhang."

Di Qing immediately bowed solemnly to Zhang Tianzhi, clasping his fists and bowing, saying, "Forgive me for my poor eyesight. I didn't expect that Senior Zhang would come in person. I am really terrified."

Ye Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Di, you are not from our martial arts world, so there is no need to be like this."

Zhang Tianzhi waved his hand, stared at Di Qing with burning eyes, and said: "A Zheng, you have made a mistake this time. This young man's realm is far higher than yours."

"what?!"

Ye Zheng and others were all shocked and looked at Di Qing in disbelief.

Naturally, they would not doubt what Zhang Tianzhi said.

But Ye Zhengke is a martial artist who has perfected his dark energy.

But Zhang Tianzhi actually said that Di Qing's martial arts level is even higher than Ye Zheng's?

Doesn't this mean that Di Qing has also reached the level of Hua Jin, the same level as Zhang Tianzhi?
How can this be? !
Facing everyone's gaze, Di Qing smiled and did not deny: "Senior, you are too kind to praise me, but I am only one step ahead in realm. In terms of skills, you masters are the real masters of martial arts. How dare I be so arrogant?"

"My friend, you are too modest. As the saying goes, if you practice martial arts without practicing, it will all be in vain. My friend has come this far at this age. No matter in which era, he is a martial arts prodigy that is rarely seen in a century."

Zhang Tianzhi waved his hand and asked, "Which martial arts master did you learn from?"

"My master has passed away long ago, and I am just figuring things out on my own." Di Qing smiled, and did not say that he had no master.

After all, things like the system are difficult to explain.

Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone looked at each other.

At this time, Ye Zheng and others all began to respect Di Qing and dared not underestimate him anymore.

No wonder he dared to invest so much to host a martial arts competition. It turns out that he is a master of Chinese martial arts himself.

However, Zheng Wei, who was standing behind Huo Huan, curled his lips and whispered, "What martial arts master? A master in his twenties, who is he trying to fool? A businessman doesn't do business properly, but holds a martial arts competition to make money in various ways..."

Although the voice was small, the hall was very quiet at this time. Everyone was listening attentively to the conversation between Di Qing and Zhang Tianzhi, so how could they not hear Zheng Wei's words?

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed slightly.

The hot-tempered A Tai took a step forward, pointed at Zheng Wei and started to curse: "Boy, what the hell are you talking about?"

Zheng Wei was stunned for a moment, then snorted fearlessly: "So what if I said it? Was what I said wrong? Just do business properly, and don't hold a martial arts competition in the name of promoting Chinese martial arts. What qualifications do you have to represent Chinese martial arts?!"

"Awei, don't be rude!" Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Huo Huan quickly stepped forward and scolded.

Di Qing also waved his hand, signaling A-Tai to leave. He glanced at Zheng Wei, then looked at Huo Huan, then at Ye Zheng and the others, and said calmly, "Senior Zhang, fellow masters, are you here today because you think that my Qinglong Martial Arts School is not qualified to represent Chinese martial arts and host this martial arts competition?"

Ye Zheng frowned and said, "The Huo Family Boxing Gym cannot represent our opinions. We are here to congratulate the opening of the Qinglong Martial Arts Gym and to sign up for this martial arts competition."

"Not bad!"

Zheng Weiji snorted coldly, glanced at Zheng Wei, and said: "As long as they are Chinese martial artists, they are eligible to represent Chinese martial arts in the competition. We are not like the Huo Family Boxing Gym, which has no rules!"

After learning that Di Qing was a master of traditional Chinese martial arts, Ye Zheng and others' attitudes changed drastically, and the slight resentment they had because Di Qing was a businessman interfering in the martial arts world also completely disappeared.

"You...you guys..." Zheng Wei looked at the old guys in disbelief.

Damn, that’s not what you said before!

Seeing that he was being targeted by other families because of his apprentice, Huo Huan's face suddenly darkened. He glared at Zheng Wei fiercely, stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Master Di, I'm sorry, it's my fault for not teaching you well. Please don't take it too seriously, Mr. Di."

Zheng Wei looked very ugly.

Di Qing was too lazy to pay attention to this clown. Hearing this, his expression eased slightly and he nodded, saying, "Then I, Di, would like to thank all the masters for coming to support us. After the ceremony is over, I hope all the masters can stay for a simple meal. It's a rare opportunity for everyone to get together, so you can also take this opportunity to exchange your martial arts."

"Registering for the competition is no problem at all."

Di Qing said, turning to look at the prince, and said: "Prince, all the masters who came to congratulate today do not need to pay a registration fee. As long as the other conditions are met, everyone can participate for free."

"No problem, Mr. Di." The prince nodded. Since there were outsiders present, his address became much more formal.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zheng and others became even more satisfied and their favorable impression of Di Qing increased greatly.

He has become a master of Chinese martial arts at such a young age, and he is also so knowledgeable about etiquette and the ways of the world. This young man has a bright future!

In comparison, Zheng Wei from the Huo Family Boxing Gym...

what!
Tread...  

At this moment, the younger brother outside rushed in again and shouted, "Mr. Di, Prince, another person from the martial arts world is here!"

Di Qing smiled and stood up, saying, "Please come in!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang at the door, and a figure flew in, smashing several flower baskets placed at the door.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"No need!"

A loud voice came from the door.

Along with the sound of footsteps, a group of figures walked in from outside, led by a man wearing a gray suit, glasses, and looking extremely annoying.

Behind them followed a group of men dressed in Japanese samurai uniforms.

The two walking at the end were holding a plaque in their hands, the front of which was wrapped in white cloth.

"Fuck, the Japs? They're here to challenge us!"

After a moment of daze, the prince looked at his younger brother who was knocked to the ground and suddenly became furious.

The others also came to their senses, stood up, and their faces changed drastically.

slam-la-

The younger brothers who were guarding outside to block reporters and passers-by also gathered around.

"Click, click..."

No one stopped them, and a group of reporters swarmed around the door. Seeing this scene, they became even more excited, and everyone picked up their cameras to take pictures and cheer.

Di Qing frowned and walked forward.

After looking at this group of Japanese and then at the plaque at the back, I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Why does this scene feel so familiar?
Fist of Fury?
Huo Huan had just been targeted by everyone, so in order to win back some favor, he immediately stepped forward and scolded them: "Who are you? Do you know any manners?!"

"Master Huo, don't worry, it will be your turn soon."

"We were planning to look for you today, but we heard that you were here to attend the opening ceremony of Qinglong Martial Arts School, so we came here instead."

The bespectacled man in the lead said with a smile.

"Looking for me?" Huo Huan was stunned.

"Not bad!"

The man with glasses turned around and introduced the group of Japanese warriors behind him, saying, "My friends are masters of Japanese backflow judo. They are very interested in your Chinese martial arts. They came all the way from Japan to find you, Master Huo, but they didn't expect that you were not at home, so we came to Qinglong Martial Arts Hall first."

Huo Huan's face suddenly darkened: "There are so many martial arts schools in China, why did you choose our Huo family?"

"Because your Huo family martial arts school was passed down by Chen Zhendi back then. You understand the specific reasons without me telling you." The man with glasses said with a smile.

Hearing this, everyone understood.

Who in the entire martial arts world doesn’t know about the feud between Jingwumen’s Chen Zhen and the Japanese?
I didn't expect that this group of Japanese were actually heading for the Huo family martial arts school. It was only because Huo Huan happened to come here today to attend the opening ceremony of the Qinglong Martial Arts School that the Qinglong Martial Arts School suffered this unexpected disaster.

At this time, the man with glasses looked at Di Qing with a smile and said, "Mr. Di, my Japanese friends are very interested in Chinese martial arts. It just so happens that your Qinglong Martial Arts School is opening today. I wonder if Mr. Di is interested in letting your martial arts school's masters play with my Japanese friends first? After defeating Mr. Di's people, my Japanese friends will challenge the Huo family martial arts school. How about it?"

"Damn, you're so arrogant!"

"Do you think you have won?"

"Bitch!"

Hearing this, everyone was furious.

These bunch of bastards don't take Chinese martial arts seriously at all?
A Tai even went straight forward, grabbed the glasses man by the collar, and cursed: "Fuck you, you don't want to be a dog traitor, do you believe I will smash your glasses?"

"Huh?!" Two Japanese warriors immediately stepped forward and surrounded A Tai on the left and right.

"Click, click..." The sound of taking pictures outside became more intense.

The reporters watching were extremely excited. They didn't expect that they would encounter such explosive news while attending an opening ceremony.
China-Japan martial arts competition?

Fist of Fury rerun?
This is big news that will blow up Hong Kong Island!

"Artest!"

Di Qing shouted and stopped A Tai.

At this moment, his face looked as ugly as charcoal.

Damn, I didn’t expect that something like this would happen when opening a martial arts school.

He doesn't want to be a Jingwu hero at all!

But now, they have come to challenge us, and we have no choice but to do it.

Ye Zheng and others also looked very ugly.

They didn't expect that even in this era, they would still encounter Japanese provocations.

Huo Huan gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Di, since this matter was caused by our Huo's martial arts school, let us, the Huo family, solve it ourselves."

Di Qing waved his hand and said, "Master Huo, they are looking for my Qinglong Martial Arts School now. It has nothing to do with your Huo's Martial Arts School. If you want to come forward, wait until our Qinglong Martial Arts School is done fighting, and then your Huo's Martial Arts School can come forward."

"Well... okay." Upon hearing this, Huo Huan said no more.

"Mr. Di, come on!"

"Give these little devils a good beating and vent our anger for us Chinese!"

Ye Zheng and others cheered for Di Qing, thinking that Di Qing was going to take action himself.

But at this time, Di Qing looked at Jin Aneng who was standing aside and ordered: "Go and cripple them. I will take responsibility."

"Yes, Mr. Di!" Jin Aneng couldn't help himself. He stepped forward immediately and looked at the Japanese. He shouted, "Do you want to fight one by one or in a group?"

The man with glasses was stunned for a moment, then asked, "How about a one-on-one fight? How about a group fight?"

Jin Aneng said coldly: "One-on-one, I will challenge all of you one-on-one. Group fight, I will group fight all of you, including you!"

Jin Aneng pointed at the man with glasses.

The man with glasses was startled and said quickly: "It's none of my business, I'm just translating!"

The leader, a Japanese man with a small mustache and his arms crossed over his chest, seemed a little confused when he heard this. He looked at the man with glasses and said something gibberish in Japanese.

The man with glasses quickly explained it in Japanese.

"Nani? Baka!"

The man with a mustache suddenly became furious and pointed at Jin Aneng and started talking nonsense.

The man with glasses quickly translated: "Xiongliang-kun said that they only need one person to defeat you!"

"Gurgle..." the man with a mustache continued.

As he spoke, a Japanese warrior over two meters tall walked out from the crowd behind him. He had a fierce face and looked very oppressive.

Then, two Japanese warriors carrying the plaque at the back also stepped forward and faced the plaque to the crowd.

Looking at the angry people in the hall, the man with glasses swallowed his saliva, a little afraid to translate, but under the pressure of the mustache, he still said: "Xiong Liangjun also said that if you lose, this plaque will be given to you."

As the man with glasses finished speaking, the man with a mustache tore off the white cloth on the plaque, revealing four words: Sick Man of East Asia.

“Fuck!”

"Fuck it, I can't stand it anymore!"

"These bastards, do you still think we were as easy to bully as we were back then?!"

Everyone was instantly furious, and the prince and others immediately rushed out, ready to take action.

"stop!"

Di Qing shouted and suppressed the crowd. Looking at the plaque of "Sick Man of East Asia", he was also unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

I never felt so angry when I watched movies and TV before.

But now it’s really my turn. I’m in the same situation and I can’t suppress the anger in my heart at all.

These four words are a shame engraved in the heart of every Chinese!

Looking at the tall man, and then at the crowd outside who were excitedly watching, he took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and ordered: "Go to the door and beat these little devils in front of all the media!"

"Yes!" Jin Aneng also suppressed the anger that was about to explode in his chest, turned around and walked outside.

The man with glasses also quickly explained a few words in Japanese, and a group of Japanese warriors also turned around and walked out of the martial arts hall.

When everyone walked out of the martial arts hall and saw the words "Sick Man of East Asia" on the plaque, the crowd was immediately shocked and didn't understand what was going on.

"Damn it, these little devils are here to challenge us, they are so arrogant!"

"Fuck! Beat them up!"

"Kill them..."

In an instant, the crowd was outraged and everyone was boiling with excitement.

Even the Chinese reporters were waving their fists and roaring.

Di Qing and others also followed out.

Di Qing stood at the door, looked at the reporters from the media and TV stations, and said coldly: "Don't you want news? Film it all for me and let the whole world see who is the sick man of East Asia!"

"Yes, Mr. Di!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Di. Our newspapers are also distributed in Japan. I will take pictures of them all and take them to Japan to show those devils that they are the sick men of East Asia!"

"Come on, Mr. Di!"

Countless people spoke up to cheer.

At this time, many people came to congratulate, such as the other leaders of Hongxing, Da D of Heliansheng, Mr. Jin of Xinliansheng, and so on.

Before everyone could come forward to congratulate, they saw this scene and were immediately filled with anger. The hatred and passion in their bones were aroused and they stood outside cheering.

Gradually, more and more people came to watch the fun, and the whole street was blocked, but no one was in a hurry to leave. They were all outside shouting or cursing the Japanese.

Seeing this scene, the Japanese warriors couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

But soon, the leader with a mustache snorted coldly and said, "Don't worry, we are here legally for cultural exchange between China and Japan. They dare not touch us. The more people watching, the better. As long as we defeat them, our backflow will be famous all over the world, and let everyone know that only our Japanese judo is the strongest martial art!"

At this time, someone who knew Japanese translated this sentence, and the crowd suddenly became even more excited.

"Fuck that Japanese martial arts, I'll beat you up and make you call me daddy later!"

"Yes, our Chinese martial arts are the strongest!"

"Mr. Di, come on!"

Di Qing waved his hand, looked at the reporter beside him and asked, "Are you ready?"

"no problem!"

"It's already being filmed, Mr. Di!"

Di Qing immediately looked at Jin Aneng, who understood what he meant, looked up at the tall Japanese man, raised his hand and hooked it: "Come on, little devil!"

"Hi!"

The tall Japanese samurai didn't understand Mandarin, but he could understand gestures. Seeing this, he took two steps forward, bowed, and then struck a starting gesture.

Jin Aneng rushed forward without saying a word, and kicked the tall man right in the chest, sending him back two steps.

The crowd was suddenly in an uproar.

The tall Japanese was also stunned for a moment, then he smiled grimly, strode forward, raised his hand to grab Jin Aneng, but Jin Aneng dodged it and then threw a punch, hitting the Japanese samurai in the temple.

"Bang!" Jin Aneng attacked angrily, and even a sonic boom was faintly heard.

"Ugh..." The Japanese samurai groaned, staggered back two steps, shook his head, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited.

"Well done!"

"Japanese dogs, you dare to come and challenge us with just these two tricks? You are the sick men of East Asia!"

Amid the excitement, the remaining Japanese looked at each other, and the leader with a mustache looked a little unbelievable.

He didn't expect that his most capable general would fall in just two rounds.

Coming back to his senses, he suddenly became angry and looked at Jin Aneng, shouting in Japanese: "This doesn't count, you cheated!"

"Fuck you!"

“If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play!”

"Japanese dogs, go back to Japan!"

Those who knew Japanese immediately started cursing.

Jin Aneng did not stop moving, remembering Di Qing's instructions, and stepped forward and stepped on the hand of the tall Japanese man.

With a "click", the tall Japanese man screamed in pain and woke up immediately.

"Crack..." The other hand broke.

The tall Japanese man's eyes almost popped out of his head and he immediately begged for mercy loudly.

"idiot!"

The short Japanese man was immediately furious and rushed forward, kicking Jin Aneng in the air with a sonic boom.

Jin Aneng's face changed and he immediately dodged, but was still kicked in the shoulder and rolled on the ground.

"Damn it, the Japs have no moral principles!"

"Ah Neng, be careful!"

Seeing that the man with a mustache was taking advantage of the situation and continued to kick Jin Aneng, everyone's faces changed drastically, and the prince and others hurriedly warned him.

"Shh-"

At this time, a black shadow rushed into the field, stood in front of the Japanese man with a mustache, and kicked him several meters away with the same kick.

Then the black shadow continued to move, also approaching and stepping on the mustache man's chest.

"Puff!" Before the man with a mustache could react, he was stepped on the ground. His eyes widened and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Wow!
The crowd was in an uproar again, filled with excitement.

"Hidden power..." Ye Zheng and others at the door of the martial arts hall also had a flash of surprise in their eyes, and turned to look at Di Qing at the same time.

Their focus had just been on Di Qing, but they didn't expect that besides Di Qing, Qinglong Martial Arts School actually had such a master?

The person who rescued Jin Aneng was Feng Yuxiu!
Di Qing's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the prince and others beside him and gave them a secret look.

The prince immediately understood and stood up, shouting, "The Japanese devils have no moral principles. Brothers, kill these bastards!"

"Come on!"

"Kill them!"

Hundreds of Hongxing people immediately rushed forward, surrounded the Japanese samurai and started a group fight.

As the saying goes, a tiger cannot stand up to a pack of wolves.

Even though these Japanese warriors had all trained in martial arts, it was impossible for them to defeat so many people.

Soon, screams were heard one after another.

Even the traitor, the man with glasses, was pinned to the ground and rubbed violently. He begged for mercy repeatedly, but he could not stop the anger of the crowd. Fists and leather shoes rained down on him.

Seeing this, the crowd watching outside could not bear it any longer, and many of them joined the beating. As more and more people joined in, it was so dense that soon even the screams could not be heard from inside. The only sounds at the scene were the angry beating and cursing of the crowd.

The entire Yichang Street was in complete chaos!

"This……"

Looking at this chaotic scene, Ye Zheng and others looked at each other in confusion.

Zhang Tianzhi frowned, looked at Di Qing and said, "My friend... Forget it, I'll call you Ah Qing. Ah Qing, the matter has become so serious, it might be bad if something goes wrong..."

"Don't worry, Senior Zhang. I can handle this little thing."

Di Qing said coldly: "These Japanese devils still think it's fifty years ago. They dare to come to our place and act arrogantly. They deserve this end!"

(End of this chapter)