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

Chapter 268: Jiuju Sect, an island nation’s evil magic?

Before Long Wu came on the stage, something unexpected happened on the ring.

Tang Shier brought his men to the scene and promptly stopped the situation from escalating further.

After understanding what happened.

Looking at the eldest senior brother with a furious face, and then looking at He Jinyin with an innocent face opposite him, Tang Twelve couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

He had never thought that there would be such a weirdo among the contestants when it was almost the finals.

The situation of this matter is already very clear. Gui Wangda helped his apprentice He Jinyin to interfere with the opponent, which was indeed a foul.

But it is absolutely unacceptable for the eldest brother to beat the referee.

Tang Twelve did not bother Di Qing about this little matter, and made a decision directly: "He Jinyin interfered with his opponent, and his results in this competition will be invalidated, and he will be eliminated immediately!"

"I rely on!"

"Do you want to do this?"

Upon hearing that they were going to be eliminated, Gui Wangda and others behind He Jinyin were unhappy.

On the other hand, the expressions of the eldest brother and others were slightly relaxed. They glanced at He Jinyin and others and snorted coldly: "Le Se is Le Se..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Twelve's voice rang out again: "Matsushima Wei assaulted the referee, which is also a foul. According to the rules, he will be disqualified from the competition immediately!"

Swish!
Everyone was stunned for a moment.

immediately,

"Hahaha……"

Ghost King Da immediately burst into laughter: "I am dying of laughter, what do you mean by cutting off the water flow? It's still elimination in the middle of the game!"

"Anyway, it's good enough that we can make it to the semi-finals. And if both sides are eliminated, we have no objection. Karate didn't win, and our Chinese ancient boxing didn't lose!"

"Isn't that right, Yin?" Ghost King Da looked at He Jinyin.

He Jinyin immediately nodded in agreement and said with a smile, "I have no problem, Master. It's just that some people may not be able to sleep well!"

The eldest brother and his group looked extremely unhappy.

The eldest brother in particular clenched his fists until they made a crackling sound. He gritted his teeth and looked at Tang Twelve, saying, "I don't accept it! It was obviously this guy who broke the rules first. You bunch of East Asian sick men only know how to use these cunning tricks..."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Tang Twelve's eyes turned cold: "You don't accept it?"

shhhhh--

In an instant, security guards in black surrounded them, and the area around the ring was suddenly filled with darkness.

Seeing this scene, countless audiences around were suddenly excited. There was another good show to watch!

The TV station's live camera shifted the lens at the appropriate time.

"Gulp..." The group of Japanese on the ring looked at this scene and their faces turned pale with fright.

The eldest brother's expression also froze. No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't dare to say that he could fight against these hundreds of strong security guards alone.

Besides, are these really security guards and not H society? !

A trickle of sweat flowed down the eldest brother's forehead. He felt a little stuck in the middle of a dilemma, but he was unwilling to be eliminated like this.

"Is this how you Chinese treat your guests?"

At this time, Fujiwara no Rinkawa, Yamamoto Kazuo and other masters of Japanese martial arts came together to support the eldest brother.

The eldest brother heaved a sigh of relief and quickly bowed his head and called out, "Master, Senior Yamamoto, Senior Suzuki..."

Tang Twelve glanced at him, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Our Chinese way of hospitality only welcomes like-minded friends, not troublemakers!"

"Besides, you guys signed up for this martial arts competition. So, you have to abide by the rules of our martial arts competition. Anyone who breaks the rules will be eliminated!"

Fujiwara Rinkawa's face darkened: "So, you guys are determined to use your power to overwhelm others?"

"So what if I'm using my power to overwhelm others?"

Tang Twelve showed a trace of impatience on his face, and said: "If you are not convinced, you can also withdraw from the competition. If you want to make trouble, we will accompany you to the end!"

A group of Japanese warriors were immediately furious when they heard this, but looking at the densely packed black-clad security personnel around them, no one had the courage to take action.

Fujiwara Rinkawa's face also looked extremely ugly, and he was about to speak.

At this time, Yamamoto Kazuo stepped forward, waved his hand, and said, "Fujiwara-kun, let's stop here!"

"As a warrior, you should solve it in a warrior way!"

As he spoke, Yamamoto Kazuo glanced in the direction of Di Qing in the guest seats and said coldly: "I will help Songdao get back the grievances he suffered today on the ring!"

"In this martial arts competition, I will defeat all Chinese people fairly and prove that our Japanese martial arts are the strongest!"

Tang Twelve sneered and said nothing.

When Fujiwara Rinkawa heard this, he took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, nodded, and said, "Let's go!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and left with his senior brother and others.

Yamamoto Kazuo and others also glanced coldly at the group of Chinese warriors in the field and left.

A farce came to an end.

However, after this incident, the conflict between the remaining Chinese warriors and the Japanese warriors became more intense.

Yamamoto Kazuo and others were all furious, preparing to compete in the ring next time, to regain today's advantage, to give the Chinese martial arts community a slap in the face, and to prove that their Japanese martial arts are the strongest.

Little did they know that Di Qing did not take these Japanese martial artists seriously at all.

In the previous few matches, he had already paid attention to the fighting situations of this group of Japanese warriors.

To sum it up in one sentence: there is something, but not much.

Japanese martial arts are different from Chinese martial arts, but they have the same goal. They are both divided into two levels: one is skill and the other is intention.

Skills refer to various martial arts moves in traditional Chinese arts, such as ancient Chinese boxing, leg skills, grappling, etc.

And intention is a state of mind, a kind of understanding and sublimation of martial arts.

The scientific training of modern fighting and combat can indeed enhance physical fitness and combat effectiveness to a certain extent. For some people who have trained well, their physical fitness, strength, speed and other attributes can reach the level comparable to that of Ming Jin martial artists or even An Jin martial artists.

But this scientific training method can never break the limits of the human body.

The realm of Chinese martial arts is to break the limits of the human body step by step as the understanding of martial arts increases.

After reaching the Hua Jin level, it is considered the first time to break through the limits of the human body. Those so-called world boxing champions, fighting masters and the like can be easily crushed by the Hua Jin master!
In this martial arts competition, Feng Yuxiu and He Liwang are both at this level.

As for this group of Japanese warriors, including Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu, most of them are still at the "skill" level.

Only Yamamoto Kazuo and Suzuki No of Iaido could barely touch the realm of intention.

Their sword and knife skills are already enough to pose a threat to martial artists who have mastered the dark energy mastery level.

But they are not qualified to challenge the Grandmaster of Hua Jin.

The farce is over.

The game continues.

In the remaining two matches, Xiahou Wu of Heyimen, as expected, also easily crushed his opponent, boxing champion Billy Zhou, the brother-in-law of the president of Long Group, and successfully advanced.

Soon, the boxing group came to the last match of the day.

Long Wu and Eddie.

This Eddie has a strong build and a lot of muscular body.

In comparison, Long Wu, wearing the Qinglong Martial Arts School uniform, was much more inconspicuous.

However, neither of them has ever defeated a very popular contestant, so their popularity is not very high.

As the two came on stage, most of the audience became bored, and some were even packing up their things and preparing to leave.

Only Di Qing, the Crown Prince, Tang Twelve and others were still paying attention to the game.

Dang Dang Dang——

Soon, as the match bell rang, the referee Wan Ruonan walked to the center of the two people on the ring. After explaining the rules, he announced in a deep voice: "The match begins!"

Wan Ruonan stepped aside to make room for the two of them.

But the two of them just stared at each other quietly and did not take action immediately.

The only difference was that Long Wu had a solemn expression on his face, staring at Eddie closely, looking for any flaws.

Eddie, however, had an indifferent expression on his face, with his hands folded across his chest, staring at Long Wu with a pair of cold eyes, as if without any emotion at all.

A minute passed quickly, but the two still did not make a move.

Gradually, the audience in the stands became a little impatient.

"What are you doing?"

"Hurry up and hit it, why are you dithering?" "It won't work, will it?"

……

As the audience cheered and cursed, Long Wu frowned, and seeing that Eddie still had no intention of attacking, he became impatient and took the initiative to step forward and kick Eddie with his leg.

"Bang!" With a dull sound, Eddie was kicked back two steps, but he acted as if nothing had happened. He patted his clothes on his chest, looked at Long Wu, and said coldly: "Continue!"

Long Wu's eyes narrowed, and he attacked again, punching straight at Eddie's face.

Swish!
Eddie leaned back suddenly to avoid the punch, and then kicked out at the same time.

Long Wu's pupils shrank and he immediately dodged sideways, but Eddie was extremely fast and changed his moves in an instant, kicking Long Wu with a side kick.

bang——

Long Wu's body was shaken and he was kicked directly to the edge of the ring. He suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, as if he couldn't breathe.

shhhhh--

Before Long Wu stood up, Eddie had already taken action again. His speed was so fast that it seemed as if there was a faint afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he was next to Long Wu and kicked him, sending Long Wu falling off the stage.

All movement came to an abrupt stop!

"Ouch!"

"Great!"

"Did I misjudge him? I didn't expect this guy to be so powerful. Why didn't I see it before?"

"Yeah, it was so fast that there was an afterimage. Did you see it?"

"I see, but this doesn't seem to make sense, does it? Can martial arts really be practiced at such a fast speed?"

"I don't know. I just saw a shadow of a flower on this guy. It looked like a chrysanthemum. Did you see it?"

"Chrysanthemum? You must have made a mistake..."

Countless spectators were talking about it, and they all looked at Eddie on the ring with surprise on their faces.

And not just them.

At the moment when Eddie made his final move, many people in the field, including the referee Wan Ruonan on the ring, did not react.

When she came to her senses, she looked at Eddie in front of her and her face changed.

"The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect?!"

In the judging panel, Zhang Tianzhi, who had been calm at first, suddenly stood up and his expression changed drastically.

Jiuju's group?
Di Qing had not reacted yet. When he heard this, his face changed slightly. He turned to look at Zhang Tianzhi with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

What is the Jiuju School?
For some reason, he vaguely felt that he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for the moment.

However, there were so many people around at the moment, so he didn't ask any more questions. He turned to look at Eddie's figure on the ring, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Five brothers!"

"Are you okay? Fifth brother?"

At this time, Tang Twelve and others had rushed to the side of the ring and helped Long Wu up.

"It's okay..."

Long Wu breathed rapidly and waved his hands, but as soon as he said something, a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Fifth brother?!"

"Quick, call the doctor!"

Tang Twelve and others' faces changed, and they hurriedly helped Long Wu walk out of the venue.

In the guest seats, Di Qing frowned even more tightly, but he did not rush to get up to check on Long Wu's condition. Instead, he looked at Eddie on the ring again with sharp eyes, as if he could see through him.

He was wrong too!

This guy's performance today was very strange. Was he much stronger than the previous few games?
There is definitely a problem!
On the ring, Wan Ruonan took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, looked deeply at Eddie in front of him, and announced the result of the match: "Eddie wins this match!"

Cheers rang out all around, indicating that today's game was about to end.

The staff from each group walked out and the audience began to leave.

After greeting Di Qing, everyone in the guest seats and the judges' seats stood up and left.

Zhang Tianzhi was about to leave, but Di Qing called him back, "Senior Zhang!"

Zhang Tianzhi paused, turned around and looked at Di Qing with a puzzled look on his face.

Di Qing took a deep breath, walked forward, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Zhang, can you stay for a moment? I have some questions to ask you."

Zhang Tianzhi's eyes moved, and he looked back at the direction of the arena, his eyes thoughtful, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Di Qing nodded and made a gesture of invitation: "Senior, please!"

five minutes later.

The two of them came to the backstage of the stadium, one in front and one behind.

Walking into the room, Zhang Tianzhi took the initiative to speak without waiting for Di Qing to ask: "You want to ask about the last contestant named Eddie?"

"Not bad!"

Di Qing's face was solemn, and he said, "I heard the senior mention something like 'Nine Chrysanthemum Sect'?"

Zhang Tianzhi took a deep breath and nodded, "Not bad."

"In fact, this world is much more complicated than what we see. For example, in China, in addition to the various martial arts schools, there are many Taoist traditions that have been passed down since ancient times."

"For example, in the mainland, there are many senior masters with real talents and knowledge, such as Wudang, Shaolin, Longhushan, Maoshan, etc."

Di Qing's brows furrowed as he listened, and he couldn't help but ask, "Senior, do you mean that those legendary 'metaphysics' are real?"

"metaphysics?"

Zhang Tianzhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "You can say that."

"In this world, there are many things that cannot be explained by modern science. This is what most people call metaphysics, including in our national martial arts community."

"After reaching the state of Hua Jin, one's physical fitness is ten or even dozens of times stronger than that of an ordinary person, and one can do many things that ordinary people cannot do. This also belongs to the realm of metaphysics in the eyes of ordinary people."

Di Qing nodded slightly, then said in a deep voice: "Senior, do you mean that this 'Nine Chrysanthemums School' is the orthodoxy of metaphysics?"

"Not bad!"

Hearing this, Zhang Tianzhi's face became slightly more serious, and he nodded and said, "This Jiuju Sect is a mysterious organization in Japan. It is said that it originated from the Maoshan Sect in the mainland."

"During the Sui and Tang dynasties, China and Japan exchanged trade, and the Jiuju School emerged at that time."

"This Eddie comes from the Jiujiu sect?" Di Qing frowned even more tightly.

"should be!"

Zhang Tianzhi's face was solemn. "There was a martial arts cultural exchange meeting in Hong Kong Island back then. I met someone from this sect once at that meeting. I know a thing or two about them. I shouldn't be wrong!"

"The Jiujiu sect is divided into two paths, the good and the evil. The good path is mainly based on Qimen Dunjia and feng shui, which is what we call Feng Shui."

"And the evil way..."

Zhang Tianzhi's expression became more serious: "The evil ways of the Jiuju sect are not only good at Qimen Dunshu and Fengshui, but also good at refining corpses, and even refining living people!"

"Refine a living person?" Di Qing's pupils shrank, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Could this Jiuju Sect really be the same Jiuju Sect that I know?

"Not bad!"

Zhang Tianzhi said in a deep voice: "The evil people of the Jiuju sect use the method of refining corpses to refine living people, overdrawing the energy and vitality of the human body to enhance their strength and break the limits of the human body."

"It is said that during the war, there was an evil person in Japan who created a living being whose strength broke the limits of the human body and even broke through the level of Hua Jin in our national martial arts. It is comparable to the legendary Dan Jin Grandmaster!"

"This evil man manipulated this living being to come here and stir up trouble, killing many people in the national martial arts world. Eventually, it attracted experts from the mainland. It took experts from dozens of sects to get rid of this evil man and the living being he created."

"If I'm not mistaken, this Eddie today should have been refined by someone using this method of refining a living body. He has the symbol of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect on him!"

"Senior, are you talking about that chrysanthemum?" Di Qing frowned. When Eddie moved, he vaguely saw the shadow of a chrysanthemum appearing on his body.

"That's right!" Zhang Tianzhi nodded: "The Jiuju sect, whether it is the righteous or evil sect, uses the chrysanthemum as the sect's iconic emblem."

Di Qing felt a toothache after hearing this.

Oh shit!

He thought that with his strength as a master of Hua Jin, he should be considered a master in this era of martial arts' end. As long as he did not actively seek death and provoke the state machinery with heavy firepower, he could get away with it.

But now, after listening to what Zhang Tianzhi said, he realized that this world was far more complicated than he had imagined.

Now even Xuanmen has appeared!
Moreover, if I am not mistaken, this Jiuju Sect is probably, perhaps, possibly... really the Jiuju Sect that I know!
The Japanese chick from the movie 'Exorcist Police'!
Not only is he terrifyingly powerful and proficient in all kinds of strange techniques, he can also refine zombies and control them to transport drugs and make money. He is also elusive and his methods are extremely strange, which are simply beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

When he thought of this, Di Qing couldn't help but feel a headache and many doubts arose in his mind.

Can Chinese martial arts really deal with this kind of thing?
(End of this chapter)