I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 34 Fists and Feet Have No Eyes

Ip Man did not want to take advantage of others' misfortune, but the current situation and rules were such that he could not change it.

"Excuse me!"

Ip Man could only mutter a few words, then slipped between the wooden benches and slowly walked to the round table platform. He lightly leaped onto the table and said, "Master Hung, Ip Man is from the Foshan Wing Chun school. Please give me your guidance."

Hung Chun-nam ignored him completely and simply took another step and assumed the Hung Kuen stance.

offstage

Wu Jiuge sat back down in her seat.

His injuries weren't serious. Compared to the intensity of underground boxing matches, in this round table ring, being knocked down meant defeat, and in most cases, it was just a matter of losing by a move or two.

He turned to the side and asked, "Hey, that guy named Ip Man, can he hold on?"

"No problem." Song Sheng looked at the two sides who had already started fighting and continued, "Wing Chun emphasizes holding back when it comes and sending it away when it goes, and then striking straight ahead."

In the theory of lines, Master Ye has grasped the essence of "maintaining the center and utilizing the center" to an extremely high degree, and he has also done a very good job in another major characteristic of combining strength and softness.

The only difference is probably in their weight and explosiveness.

However, within the confines of this corner of the round table, Master Ye won't be at too much of a disadvantage.

Moreover, Hung Chen-nan is large and overweight, and also quite old, so he can't last long. Even if he can hold out, Hung Chen-nan himself will eventually run out of steam.

Hearing this, Wu Jiuge was immediately annoyed: "So, if I had held on a little longer, maybe I could have won?"

"You can't do it."

"What do you mean?"

"A prolonged defensive posture will inevitably lead to defeat. Moreover, Bajiquan emphasizes aggressive, direct attacks, even using offense as a form of defense. If you are forced to defend with all your might, you will only lose faster."

"Then Ip asked him why he could do it?"

"He and Hung Chen-nan were evenly matched."

"You mean I'm no match for those two?!"

"right."

"You king—"

"Um?"

"You, what you said makes a lot of sense."

Jin Shan watched from the other side, thinking to himself: The way Master Wu treats Mr. Song is just like how I treat Hong Zhennan...

Bang! ! !

Suddenly, the round table that served as the arena collapsed under the intense fighting between the two sides!

Ip Man and Hung Chun-nam quickly kicked the broken tabletop out and placed it between the wooden stools behind them, using it to stand still.

Hong Zhennan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his complexion looked rather unwell.

Although she maintained a facade of composure, she inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

The round table broke at just the right time.

If they keep fighting, he really won't be able to hold on.

At this moment, Song Sheng stood up, turned to Hong Zhennan's eldest disciple Zheng Weiji, and said, "The competition is not over yet, how can we spoil the fun? Hurry up and bring over another round table, so they don't stop!"

Upon hearing this, Hong Zhennan's hands behind his back trembled, and his fierce eyes glared at Song Sheng.

So Song Sheng turned to Song Sheng and said, "Master Hong is about to lose his temper, why aren't you getting on with it!"

Zheng Weiji was still a little dazed and subconsciously reached out to lead his men to fetch a new round table, when suddenly a hand stopped him: "Wait!"

It was the middle-aged man sitting next to Hong Zhennan who stood up from his seat and said calmly, "There's no need to continue fighting."

My senior brother is unwell and can't withstand a prolonged battle, so you guys win this match.

Ip Man was taken aback, and said somewhat apologetically, "Master Hung is unwell? Then my victory in this match would be dishonorable, and I would like to withdraw with a draw."

Hong Zhennan glanced at Ip Man, and his gloomy expression softened slightly.

Once he sat back in the main seat, he immediately had Zheng Weiji hand over the medicine.

After catching his breath, he turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Junior brother, the rest may have to be left to you."

The middle-aged man patted Hong Zhennan on the shoulder reassuringly: "Senior brother, you should rest first. Don't worry, I'm here."

Hong Zhennan nodded, his gaze turning towards Song Sheng:

Now only this kid is left.

Song Sheng raised an eyebrow at Hong Zhennan, but he did not stop Ip Man from withdrawing.

Ip Man was always like this, and Hung Chun-nam also suffered from asthma, so Song Sheng didn't push his luck. After all, in Ip Man 2, Hung Chun-nam was willing to die in the boxing ring to uphold the dignity of Chinese martial arts.

It's better that someone else is stepping forward for him now; at worst, we'll just target the one who stepped forward!

Surely this person can't also have asthma!

Hello fellow disciples!

Deep friendship!

Song Sheng stood up from his seat, hung his suit jacket on the back of the chair, and skillfully rolled up his shirt sleeves: "Since the table is ruined, there's no need to bring a new one. How about we just keep drawing circles in the same spot?"

A round table can't withstand a lot of damage; it might not be as enjoyable as it is if a fight breaks out later.

Hong Zhennan looked at the others, and seeing that they had no objections, he nodded in tacit agreement.

Have someone remove the desktop support that was left in place, and draw a circular area in the center of the empty space.

Song Sheng stepped forward from between the wooden benches, stood in the center of the circle, and then clasped his hands in a salute: "I am Song Sheng, and I have some knowledge of both Southern and Northern styles of kung fu, but I am not proficient in any of them. If I make a fool of myself in the future, I hope you masters will forgive me."

Having said that, he turned and looked around: "Which master would like to step forward and offer their guidance?"

offstage

Jin Shan approached Wu Jiuge and asked, "Master Wu, what is Mr. Song's skill level? How does he compare to you and me?"

Wu Jiuge gave him a strange look: Compare him to him? When did this guy lose his mind?

Jinshan Zhaodui's attitude was somewhat puzzling.

Not far away, Master Luo, who had initially entered the arena but suffered a crushing defeat, muttered, "Wearing a suit to fight in a ring?"

"If only I had held back, I could have made my move in style now."

Master Zheng agreed wholeheartedly, then turned to the other masters across from him who hadn't yet made their move and teased them, "Master Liu, Master Geng, this is your last chance. It's time to show off your skills and broaden everyone's horizons."

Master Liu and Master Geng looked at each other, both with a hint of eagerness in their eyes.

Compared to the other martial arts practitioners from that martial arts school, the last person to step up was not only young, but also claimed to have mastered both Southern and Northern styles of kung fu.

At such a young age, he has learned a wide range of skills, and coupled with his suit and tie, he is indeed quite handsome, but he is more likely just a pretty face!

The two men rubbed their hands together, ready to get up.

Someone on the other side stood up first and shouted, "I'll do it!"

All eyes turned to look at them.

It's Master Guan.

Master Guan, tall and thin, with a slight smile on his face, leaped and landed on the legs of the stools around him, looking down at Song Sheng in the circle in the center of the arena:

"Young man, fists and kicks have no eyes! I'll show you what the Great Sage's 'Splitting the Heavens' really means!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped over the stool leg and pounced like a nimble monkey.

Upon seeing this, Song Sheng couldn't help but lower his eyelids slightly:

Seriously? You actually took my joke seriously?

The next second, he suddenly twisted his waist and rotated his hips.

Using the power of his waist and hips, he turned around and delivered a violent kick to meet the charging Master Guan!

Master Guan's face had already changed before he even touched the ground!

Bang!

His hastily parried arms were kicked away, the sole of his foot landing solidly on his chest!

Master Guan was sent flying on the spot, smashing several wooden stools. His face turned ashen, and for a moment he couldn't even stand up!