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"Ok?"

Everyone quickly recovered from their earlier emotional state.

Although the Japanese are shameless, this kind of thing is not a fantasy; it has happened countless times before.

When a nation is weak, it is subject to the control of others; this is the way it is!

This practice began in the late Qing Dynasty, with various unequal treaties allowing the other side to gain enormous benefits at minimal cost, and this became somewhat commonplace.

"Brother Huo, please speak."

"We're all from the martial arts world, so we'll definitely help if we can."

Only a handful of people spoke up, and given that the Japanese were involved and Huo Dongge's tone was so serious, things were bound to get complicated.

"The opponent demands a best-of-three match, but Jingwu School only has me among its top experts in Tianjin. Senior Brother Zhensheng can't make it in time, and distant water can't quench immediate thirst. Therefore, we would like to invite you all to come up on stage and help with the fight. Jingwu School is willing to reward you handsomely afterward."

"Rest assured, everyone. If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, the Jingwu School will spare no effort to provide financial and human assistance to help you out of your predicament."

Fearing that no one would be willing to lend a hand, Huo Dongge made another huge favor, sparing no expense.

But at this moment, there was so much silence that you could hear a pin drop.

It's not that the various factions lacked loyalty; their support was entirely due to the reputation of the Chinese Martial Arts Association and Huo Yuanjia.

Few of these people had ever met Huo Dongge, let alone had any other relationship with him.

Going into the ring with a Japanese person requires signing a life-or-death contract, and if they can kill you, you can't kill them.

They would fight to the death, and there was a high probability that they would die.

Winning would preserve the reputation of the Jingwu School; losing would cost one's own life.

Unnecessary sacrifice, and no confidence in one's own martial arts skills.
The crowd was indignant just now, and a few teenagers, who had been so moved by what they heard, were about to agree.

But they were all restrained by the elders around them.

For a moment, no one spoke.

"Count me in."

The one who spoke was Sun Yulong, his voice calm and even, but everyone's eyes showed admiration.

"Very well, thank you, Brother Sun! Dongge will remember the kindness of the Baji Sect."

Huo Dongge clasped his hands and bowed. Bowing is a very respectful gesture, usually done by a junior when meeting an elder, or when there is a great favor owed to them.

He knew Sun Yulong's strength; he was no weaker than himself.

Was the person taking action to protect their father's reputation, or were they gambling with their life?

This is a great favor, and I deserve to bow in gratitude.

"It's alright, I've been wanting to meet some Japanese masters for a while now." Sun Yulong laughed heartily, which eased the tension.

However, no one offered to go on stage to help at this point.

Huo Dongge originally wanted his apprentice to take over, but a voice came from the corner.

"Count me in, okay?"

Chen Zhan's voice was also calm, but it revealed a hint of excitement.

If you can kill ordinary people, you might even be able to devour their luck and fortune. Why not?

Looking in the direction of the sound, Chen Zhan was still sitting at the octagonal table, drinking tea provided by the Jingwu School. It wasn't any good tea, and he didn't know how to appreciate it.

Huo Dongge couldn't discern much from Chen Zhan's appearance and physique, only noting that Chen Zhan seemed somewhat thin.

He stepped forward a few paces, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother, are you willing to lend a helping hand?"

He spoke sincerely, without any hint of doubt, acknowledging that stepping into the ring always carries risks.

If Chen Zhan is willing to help, then that is a matter of kindness and obligation.

"My name is Chen Zhan. The two of you, Master Huo and I, have already done enough. I may not have a chance to make a move. At most, I'll just be there to make up the numbers."

Chen Zhan's humility made Huo Dongge somewhat understand.

Everyone nodded in agreement. At first, they thought Chen Zhan was impulsive, but now that they thought about it, he was really smart.

After all, it's a best-of-three series. If Huo Dongge and Sun Yulong win, he can simply concede defeat. If he does manage to defeat the Japanese, the Jingwu School will have to repay his kindness and treat him as an honored guest.

People's perspectives changed, and some even began to regret their actions.

Huo Dongge didn't think much of it. In comparison, Sun Yulong's help could be attributed to the fact that both sides were from Tianjin and had some history, so they helped each other out.

But he had never met Chen Zhan before and knew nothing about his origins.

"Thank you very much, Brother Chen. I will repay you handsomely after this matter is resolved." "Of course, of course. I have been listening to the stories of Master Huo since I was a child. Afterwards, could I ask Brother Huo to teach me a few moves of the Secret Sect Fist?"

Chen Zhan spoke appropriately, naturally referring to Huo Yuanjia's deeds, and no one present, including Sun Yulong, disagreed.

If Huo Yuanjia were to step onto the stage tomorrow, it wouldn't be them coming; it would be the sect leader or the head of the faction.

Huo Dongge's reputation and strength are far inferior to his father's.

"Of course, no problem. Brother Chen, come to Jingwu School to learn from us. Tea will be served anytime."

Sun Yulong looked at Chen Zhan, whose half-length hair fell down, covering his forehead. He felt that Chen Zhan looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place him.

I thought I had met him at a martial arts gathering before.

Seeing that everyone had arrived and that the matter had been discussed, Huo Dongge said:
"Gentlemen, you have come from afar. The Jingwu School is deeply honored. Please move to the backyard, where a banquet has been prepared. Shall we drink and eat meat?"

Among these people, there are quite a few who are living a miserable life.

The sects in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region, especially in remote areas of Hebei, are not having an easy time.

At this time, the business of escorting goods and protecting people's homes had declined somewhat, and the world was in chaos, so it was difficult to find apprentices. Martial arts practitioners had a great appetite; not to mention eating a cow a day, eating eight or ten catties a day was not a problem.

Therefore, many of these people were immediately impressed.

Among the three Eagle Claw Sect disciples at Chen Zhan's table, Duan Wu was alright, but his two younger disciples' eyes lit up with greed as soon as they arrived at the table.

Tianjin has always been known for its exquisite cuisine.

Anyone with a bit of wealth will spend a lot on food.

Moreover, the Jingwu School hosted a banquet for martial arts masters from all over the country, and the table was filled with bowls of all sizes.

Moreover, there are different versions of the dishes. First, eight large bowls are served, which are divided into "fine eight large bowls" and "coarse eight large bowls".

The eight main dishes include: stir-fried fish slices, braised shrimp, mixed seafood, osmanthus fish bones, braised slippery fish, gluten, Sichuan shredded pork, and Sichuan meatballs.

The eight main dishes include stir-fried shrimp, braised shredded chicken, stew, steamed egg with crab roe, braised pork belly, clear chicken soup, braised chicken, and braised carp.

The table was almost full.

But the dishes kept coming out, and my mouth was watering, but I was too embarrassed to start eating.

You shouldn't touch your chopsticks when the food is served; that's the custom for guests.

Unless the dishes are all ready, we can start eating.

However, they didn't keep everyone waiting for a moment before the "Four Great Gossips" were released.

Braised whole chicken, braised lamb strips, braised beef strips, and braised vegetarian dishes.

"Please make yourselves at home."

As soon as Huo Dongge uttered his voice, a series of loud cracking sounds followed: "Slap, slap, bang, bang!"

The clinking of chopsticks against bowls and chopsticks was incessant, as crisp and clear as music.

People who practice martial arts don't have much table manners when they eat. The two Eagle Claw Sect youths in front of Chen Zhan were stuffing chicken and duck in one hand and beef in the other into their mouths.

His hands and mouth were covered in bright yellow oil, making him look like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Duan Wu was a worldly man, but he didn't stop the two boys.

He smiled at Chen Zhan and said, "You come from a remote mountain village and have never seen the world."

Chen Zhan shook his head. "Hey, martial artists don't talk about these things."

As he spoke, his mouth never stopped moving, and his chopsticks never stopped moving either. He was steady, accurate, and ruthless, able to pick up a large piece of meat and vegetables with each chopstick.

A person who practices martial arts can kill a fly with chopsticks, so picking up food is a piece of cake for them.

Duan Wu felt that although Chen Zhan was a bit weak in physique, he was a person worth befriending and not pretentious.

After a satisfying meal, Huo Dongge naturally arranged accommodations.

Chen Zhan settled in, and the Green Gang naturally dared not come to Jingwu School to investigate, so he was perfectly safe.

at night,

Sun Yulong returned to the Sanwu Martial Arts Academy and told his senior brother Zhao Yuting about what had happened that day.

Zhao Yuting thought for a moment and said, "It's fine for you to take on this matter, but why would the Japanese suddenly change their minds? I've met Miyagi Nagayoshi before; he's highly skilled in martial arts and doesn't seem like a fickle person."

Sun Yulong recalled the idle chatter of the disciples at the martial arts academy yesterday, which he had overheard.

"Senior brother, I heard that there were gunshots at the He mansion in the foreign concession the night before last!"

(End of this chapter)