I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 32 Round Table Challenge

three days later

Ronghua Restaurant

Song Sheng was invited to bring his people over to complete this challenge of following the rules of the opening ceremony.

The restaurant's second-floor hall had been completely cleared out, and the curtains had been drawn at the windows.

The inner room was filled with representative figures from various martial arts schools within the Hong Kong Island Martial Arts Association.

After Song Sheng entered, he only glanced around briefly and immediately noticed that the lineup inside the hall was much more lively than the one in the movie featuring Master Ip!

In the bright hall, besides the huge round table in the very center that was propped up, there were about a hundred wooden chairs standing upside down around the table.

The outermost circle was filled with masters from various boxing gyms, followed by their disciples.

Hong Zhennan naturally sat in the main seat, but there was another person sitting next to him.

The man was about thirty or forty years old, with a buzz cut, neatly trimmed sideburns, and an old, lightning-shaped scar on the left side of his forehead, slanting across his brow bone.

Song Sheng noticed that the other person's fingers had thick knuckles and a thick layer of calluses on the knuckles, indicating that he must be very skilled with his hands!

The other person was wearing a black training uniform with his legs bound with hemp rope. He sat silently next to Hong Zhennan, his posture as straight as a javelin.

After entering, Jinshan, one of his companions, looked around and thought to himself:

Wow, what a grand spectacle this place is making today.

Song Sheng withdrew his gaze from the surrounding masters and whispered to Ip Man, "Master Ip, has your reporter friend at the newspaper made arrangements?"

Ip Man nodded at first, but there was some hesitation in his voice: "Wouldn't this be inappropriate? Isn't this supposed to be a closed-door challenge?"

Song Sheng instructed him to secretly contact his friends at the newspaper and ask them to take photos and report on today's challenge. This approach was somewhat contrary to Ip Man's code of conduct.

"Master Ye, regardless of who wins or loses, all we need is for him to report the facts," Song Sheng said calmly.

"Moreover, all of this is just to make a name for ourselves and promote Chinese martial arts."

"The greater good comes first!"

"..." Ip Man fell silent.

When the words "gratitude" and "righteousness" came crashing down on him, he couldn't even utter a word of persuasion.

Song Sheng couldn't help but purse his lips: Little Master Ye, you can handle this with ease!

This is a rare opportunity, and Song Sheng certainly won't let go of such a great chance to promote traditional Chinese martial arts.

Moreover, this time it's much more lively than in the movie.

It would be such a shame to miss this!

Main seat in the lobby

Upon seeing the newcomer, Hong Zhennan stopped drinking his tea, set the teacup aside, whispered a word to the middle-aged man beside him, and then raised his head, saying in a measured tone, "Masters, the first one here is Song Sheng."

He has already recruited three instructors and is preparing to open a martial arts school in Yau Tsim Mong.

At this point, some of the masters in the audience were already whispering among themselves:

"National Martial Arts Academy? Such a grand name, can a young person handle it?"

"Three masters? That's all? You call this a martial arts academy?"

"I remember Master Hong said that these people are Chuojiao Fanzi, Bajiquan, and Wing Chun, right? I'm quite looking forward to seeing what happens on stage later."

"Isn't that Jinshan Zhao at the very back? This kid dares to come here, he's got some nerve."

Hung Chen-nan continued, "Today he will use martial arts to make friends and accept everyone's challenges."

After saying that, Hong Zhennan looked at Song Sheng and the others: "Song Sheng, the time is one incense stick's time. Those who surrender lose, and those who fall off the table lose."

If after one incense stick has burned out, you, or rather, your people, are still able to stand on the table.

Then everyone will call you Master Song, and they will accept your opening of a martial arts school and taking on apprentices on Hong Kong Island.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and asked someone to bring out a stick of incense.

Song Sheng glanced at it, and his eyelids twitched immediately.

Good heavens, that's so thick!

This incense stick is going to burn for almost half an hour, are you playing this big game?

As they leisurely placed their order, Hong Zhennan waved magnanimously, "Come on, bring them a few more chairs and ask them to sit down."

Song Sheng took the lead and sat down without ceremony, then turned to Jin Shan and asked, "Master Jin, do you recognize the person next to Hong Zhennan?"

Jin Shan shook his head: "I don't know either. Hong Zhennan has always been domineering, and I've rarely heard of him being so close to anyone."

From the head seat, Hong Zhennan spoke up again at the opportune moment: "Alright, if everyone is okay with it, let's not waste any more time and begin."

Everyone looked towards Song Sheng.

Jinshan Zhao was the first to stand up: "I'll start by securing a winning start!"

He leaped into the air, using the inverted stool leg for leverage, flipped in mid-air, and landed steadily on the huge round table in the center of the arena, cupping his hands in a respectful gesture of respect.

"Lixian, Zhizimen, Jinshan search."

Masters, please enlighten me!

Hung Chen-nan: "Any master want to go up and show off their skills?"

Leaning back in his seat, Master Luo was urging on by Master Zheng next to him. Seeing that everyone else was still quietly drinking tea, he simply stood up and said, "Alright, let me be the first to win!"

Having said that, he lightly bent down and leaped, landing twice on the stool legs, before standing on the round table. He habitually winked and assumed a hooking fist stance:

"Jinshan Zhao, instead of carrying sacks at the docks, you've started teaching boxing?"

Jinshan said, "Master Luo, you're still as stubborn as ever. I wonder if your martial arts skills have improved at all!"

Master Luo: "Hmph, fists and feet don't discriminate, you'd better watch out!"

The two sides at the round table have already begun to clash.

From below the stage, Wu Jiuge glanced at him a few times before raising an eyebrow and saying, "This guy's starting moves look like Mantis Boxing, but when he actually fights, it's like Monkey Boxing and Pi Gua?"

Ip Man hesitated slightly: "It is indeed a bit complicated."

Song Sheng: "Is it possible that he simply lacks the necessary skills?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Master Luo was struck by a blow. He barely managed to stand firm on the edge of the round table, then used the force of the table shaking to spring up and launch a counterattack.

After another dozen or so rounds, Master Luo was finally kicked in the lower body and then punched away.

It landed sideways on the bench in front of the stage, smashing quite a few pieces.

Seeing this, a master took the opportunity to instruct his disciple behind him: "If the bottom had been a knife, he would be dead. That's not how you punch."

Hong Zhennan's expression darkened slightly, but this time he had gathered enough masters, even though most of them were a bit old, their numbers were enough to make up for it. He immediately said, "Which master will continue? Don't let him stop."

Master Luo was helped back by his apprentices. He winced in pain, and remembering Master Zheng who had just encouraged him, he turned around and said, "Master Zheng, it's your turn now."

Master Zheng's expression turned serious.

But they knew they couldn't avoid this hurdle. Before they came, Hong Zhennan had already instructed them that they had to teach these outsiders a lesson.

Even the burning of an incense stick was done so roughly; most of these boxing gym instructors probably couldn't avoid it.

Stick your neck out and you'll get a knife; stick your neck out and you'll get a knife!

Master Zheng simply stood up: "I'll do it!"

Master Luo grinned, "Master Zheng, this table is very slippery!"

Master Zheng ignored him and landed precisely on the stool leg with even more agile leaps, then jumped onto the table, spreading his hands in the starting position of Baguazhang, and his footwork was the classic mud-walking step!