Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 15 Jingwu School, the Number One in Tianjin
Chen Zhan entered the building. The Jingwu Sports Association occupied a large area. After passing through the courtyard and entering the building, there were already more than a dozen old and young men dressed in long gowns of various colors.

The oldest are nearing fifty, while the youngest are not even twenty.

Most of the young people were brought here to broaden their horizons.

There are almost no older boxers left; those who get older are unwilling to show their faces in public.

Despite his seniority and age, his declining vitality has made him ineffective in actual combat, making him difficult to handle when challenged. Whether he accepts the challenge or not, he will lose face.

Of course, exceptions include people like Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen. Sun Lutang was seventy years old and could still manipulate five Japanese samurai at will.

The room was large, with an eight-immortal table where several people sat around, and those who were traveling together naturally sat together.

It's extremely rare for someone like Chen Zhan to come alone. After all, a sect can't be left with only one person. In the martial world, it's important to travel in groups so that you can look out for each other and have someone to report back to the sect if you fall.

At a glance, most of them are external martial arts styles, and a few are not even discernible in their style.

External martial arts are easy to recognize. Those who practice Eagle Claw have thick, long fingers, those who practice Chaquan have large knuckles, and those who practice Tongbei have thick arms. External martial arts all have their own characteristics; otherwise, how could they be called external martial arts?

Do you know any cases where you train from the outside in, opening up the whole body, and returning to your original, simple nature?
Perhaps there are, but they are martial saints of external martial arts, and Chen Zhan has never seen one.

External martial arts are effective quickly, but they are not good for health.

If you could kill someone after practicing for a few months, and also improve your health, achieve internal and external harmony, and live a long life, then internal martial arts would have disappeared long ago.

Internal martial arts are less obvious in terms of their methods; the energy is contained within, and the spirit is hidden.

Chen Zhan randomly found an empty seat, where three people were already seated. He nodded to the three of them, and they responded politely.

The group whispered among themselves, waiting for Huo Dongge to come out and speak. After all, Huo Dongge was the host and should have come to greet his fellow travelers earlier, but he was probably preoccupied with other matters at the moment.

People continued to arrive, one after another, in small groups. News of Huo Dongge's battle against the Japanese master had already spread. As the sun began to set, those who were meant to come had already arrived.

The three people opposite Chen Zhan were dressed in black robes, clearly belonging to the same sect.

There was a middle-aged man, about thirty or forty years old, and two teenagers, not yet eighteen, with youthful faces, who kept their heads down and didn't speak.

Judging from Chen Zhan's demeanor and age, the middle-aged man asked with a smile, "Where is this brother from?"

Chen Zhan greeted him with a smile: "I'm a local."

"Oh? Brother, you don't have a Tianjin accent."

"I've been traveling around with my teacher since I was young, and I've almost forgotten my local accent."

Chen Zhan's words were flawless, and he also asked, "Are the three of you from the Eagle Claw Sect of Xiong County?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he said, "That's right, brother, you have a good eye. I am Duan Wu of the Eagle Claw Sect in Xiong County, and these two are my junior apprentices."

Chen Zhan shook his head. "I wouldn't presume to say I have a good eye. The Eagle Claw Fist of Xiongxian is renowned for its long fingers and thick wrists. Brother, you've mastered martial arts; you can tell at a glance."

"May I ask which sect or school you belong to, brother?"

"Sun-style Tai Chi, Chen Zhan".

Duan Wu was unfamiliar with Sun-style Tai Chi, but he still nodded naturally: "I've heard so much about you, a master of internal Tai Chi."

In the martial arts world, there's also a saying that people should praise each other.

Even if the other party is spouting nonsense, unless you're prepared to completely break off relations, there's no reason not to agree.

After exchanging a few words, the two boys Duan Wu brought seemed a little shy and remained silent, probably because it was the first time they had brought them to such an occasion.

Before everyone had to wait long, Huo Dongge, the host, arrived in a hurry.

It was clear he had come from afar; his breathing was somewhat uneven.

As someone who is half from Tianjin, Chen Zhan grew up listening to stories about Huo Yuanjia. The stories were a mix of truth and fiction, some fictional and some factual, and he was always very curious and fascinated by them.

Being the best in Tianjin back then was no joke.

It has to be delivered punch by punch, not just empty boasting.

It's a pity that we still haven't seen it after a century.

However, upon seeing the son of the great hero of Tianjin, later generations said that the second son, Huo Dongge, was the most like Huo Yuanjia in both temperament and appearance.

Well, they didn't mention martial arts skills, so they're probably quite different.
Huo Dongge was in his thirties or forties, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He wasn't very tall, only a little over 1.7 meters. He wore a black and blue training uniform with a thin white belt around his waist.

This is the standard uniform of the Jingwu School; it seems they left in such a hurry that they didn't have time to change.

Huo Dongge pushed open the door and entered. Everyone quieted down and stood up, clasping their hands in greeting.

Since they were all from martial arts circles, there weren't many formalities; a fist salute was enough for greeting. "Please forgive me for keeping you all waiting," Huo Dongge said, bowing deeply to express his apologies.

Logically, he should have received them throughout the entire process, since those who came to help him were there to support him.

He further explained, "They went to the Japanese concession this morning. They've gone too far, they've gone too far."

"I really want to fight the Japanese to the death, even if it means sacrificing my own arm and causing rivers of blood to flow."

Huo Dongge held onto the jujube wood chair beside him and pinched five finger marks into the wood.

Two young disciples followed behind him, their brows furrowed and their fingers clenched into fists, making a squeaking sound.

"what's the situation?"

"What did Xiao Rizi say, Brother Huo?"

"Wasn't the challenge supposed to be tomorrow? Something went wrong?"

Some of the people present had met Huo Dongge in the Chinese Martial Arts Association and had a brief encounter with him, so they hurriedly asked him questions.

Li Cunyi founded the Chinese Martial Arts Association, which included almost all the martial arts schools in the north. All of them, large and small, were registered and helped each other. They were collectively known as the "Martial Arts School".

It's not surprising that many people have only met once.

Huo Dongge sighed helplessly and finally said:
"China is weak, while foreigners are powerful. Miyagi Nagatoshi insulted my ancestors, so it is only reasonable for me to challenge him, and I agreed to it several days ago. But today, he demanded a prize in the Sun Realm!"

"A prize? It's a duel to the death, a fight to the death, what need is there for a prize?"

“That’s right. Miyagi Nagaharu proposed that if we lose, we’ll have the land deed for the Jingwu School and the Jingwu School plaque!”

When Huo Dongge said this, everyone gasped.

This is an attempt to uproot the Jingwu School, ensuring that Huo Yuanjia will not find peace after his death. No wonder Huo Dongge is so angry.

Everyone was also furious.

"The Japanese are treacherous and shameless!"

"That's right, a tiny place can't produce people with guts!"

In the martial arts world, people mostly prove their skill with fists, and when they curse, they don't have any fancy tricks; they just repeat the same few phrases over and over again.

"What if the other side loses?" Sun Yulong, who had been listening for a long time, asked.

Huo Dongge also knew Sun Yulong. The two were of the same generation and similar age, both lived in Tianjin, and had met several times.

"Brother Sun has arrived too?"

"As fellow members of the martial arts community, it is only natural."

"Sigh, that's why the Japanese are shameless. They said if they lose, we can do whatever we want with them."

"What does this mean?" Everyone looked at each other, not understanding for a moment.

Chen Zhan didn't go over; he listened from the sidelines and couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

The Japanese are truly shameless.

Saying "do whatever you want with me" is really just saying "what can you do to me?"

The arena is set in the Japanese concession. If you lose, you will lose face and your sect will be destroyed.

Even if you win, you'll only save face; you won't gain any real benefit. Do you really dare to kill Japanese people in Japan?
If I kill him, how many unwarranted accusations will I face in Tianjin?
This is an example of using power to intimidate others, and Huo Dongge had no choice but to suffer this loss.

Those who practiced martial arts weren't fools; they quickly realized what was happening, and their faces turned deathly pale.

There's no way to resolve this now; Huo Dongge can't even cancel the challenge.

Conversely, if the other party directly challenges Jingwu School, you still have to accept the challenge; otherwise, you'll lose face!

The Japanese immediately published an article in the newspaper, calling the Jingwu School cowards, saying that Chinese martial arts are inferior to Japanese martial arts, and calling them the "sick men of East Asia"!

Roast it over a fire!
Huo Dongge sighed again, his five fingers already embedded in the wooden chair.

"The other party also made a condition: they need the help of everyone present!"

　There is no Chen Zhen in this world. Chen Zhen is a fictional character. Although he could appear, his prototype is Liu Zhensheng, so it's better to use a real person directly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)