Master of Chinese Martial Arts: I Can Steal the Skills of a Grandmaster from the Republic of China E

Upon hearing the leader's call, Ip Man looked up, glanced at him, smiled slightly, but did not rise.

"Master Guo is very hospitable. However, it would be impolite to leave before the tea has been served three times. Today is a grand gathering of experts, so it would be better to listen to the insightful opinions of our seniors first."

As he spoke, his gaze gently drifted toward the person in the main seat.

Just then, Gong Baotian gently placed the walnut in his hand on the table, making a soft "click." It wasn't loud, but it silenced the downstairs area for a moment.

He spoke slowly, as if chatting casually: "That makes sense. Master Ye is a guest from afar, and in our northern region, we don't have a custom of having guests practice martial arts on an empty stomach."

He gestured with his chin toward the waiter standing downstairs: "Go and urge the kitchen staff, why aren't the dim sum served yet? Let the chefs have something to eat."

When the old man speaks, no one dares to contradict him.

The leader's smile remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

He sat down casually, chuckling, "Master Ye, you're too modest! Too modest!"

The atmosphere seemed to have eased again.

One round of pastries after another was served: sesame cakes, jujube paste pastries...

The old man from the Gong family chatted idly, Zhang Zhankui laughed it off, and Ip Man sat as still as a mountain, showing no intention of joining the conversation.

wrong.

The leader held his teacup, his gaze gradually darkening.

The progress is too slow. This is no martial arts forum, it's more like a tea party!

Ip Man refused, and Old Man Gong tried to smooth things over. It sounded fine, but it seemed like he was stalling for time.

What are they waiting for?

He quickly went through the plan in his mind:

Guo Zhen fought Ip Man and "died" from Wing Chun, enraging the crowd. Liu Yishou received a signal to Wang Yun to "commit suicide," adding fuel to the fire...

Wang Yun, Wang Yun!

The head of the meeting paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

Yes, the only variable is that woman from the Guo family. She is a pawn, and also a weakness. If...

Plans may change, and things can change in the long run.

He put down his teacup with a "clink." When he looked up again, the smile on his face had faded, replaced by a hint of confusion and displeasure.

He cleared his throat, his voice loud and clear, yet tinged with emotion:

"Master Ye".

The surrounding people fell silent for a moment, then became noisy again.

"Master Gong, Master Zhang,"

The leader bowed to the upstairs neighbor, then looked back at Ip Man.

"We martial artists value a swift and decisive fight. Your repeated refusals suggest you believe my skills are insufficient to spar with you, or..."

He paused, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and his voice was low, "Or is there... some other concern in your heart, making you ashamed to fight me, Guo?"

The question came out of nowhere, and the buzzing voices downstairs immediately subsided. Many people looked at Ip Man.

Ip Man frowned slightly:

"Master Guo, why do you say that? I had no such intention."

"Absolutely not?"

The leader repeated it, his lips twitching, his expression a mixture of pain, humiliation, and struggle.

He looked around, his voice bitter and trembling:

"With all of you here, young and old, I, Guo Zhen... am going to risk everything today!"

He stared intently at Ip Man, his eyes instantly reddening:

"Ip Man! I treated you like a brother! I respected your martial arts and valued your character! But how did you treat me? You and my wife, Wang... what a mess you've made! Do you really think I, Guo Zhen, am blind or a fool?!"

A loud "boom" erupted in the theater, completely shattering the atmosphere.

Ip Man's face darkened: "What nonsense are you spouting! How dare you make such baseless accusations, defame someone's reputation, and insult another man's wife!"

"Am I talking nonsense?"

The leader hissed, tears actually rolling down his cheeks.

"You two were exchanging glances, did I not see it? I treated you as a guest, inviting you to my home to discuss martial arts, but you...you were with my wife..."

I, Guo Zhen, am a coward! I endured it! I thought family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, and that maybe I was just overthinking it... but you're becoming increasingly unconcerned about others!

Ip Man, you rely on your superior martial arts skills to deceive and corrupt! You hypocrite! How much longer must I tolerate this?!

The allegations are too horrifying, too specific.

Upstairs and downstairs, everyone was stunned. Shock, disdain, excitement, suspicion... all kinds of gazes were like knives cutting into Ip Man.

Several boxers who were on good terms with Guo Zhen had livid faces and their fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, and they had already stood up.

Li Xingjie frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Junior Brother Guo! This matter concerns the reputations of both of you, it's no small matter! Think carefully before you speak!"

"Thinked it through? I've already thought it through!"

The leader pounded his chest, tears streaming down his face, "I, Guo Zhen, have no shame today! Let the world see what kind of scum this so-called Wing Chun master really is!"

He pointed a sharp finger at Ip Man, "And that good disciple you took on! Zhou Xing, a policeman in the French Concession, a lackey of the foreigners!"

He turned to the crowd, his eyes blazing with madness: "Gentlemen! Have you ever heard of someone who can break through the Ming Jin realm in just seven days? Hmm?"

I, Guo Zhen, have practiced boxing for thirty years and have never seen anything like it! What was Zhou Xing's background before? A mere police officer! He followed Ip Man for a few days and achieved the Seven-Day Ming Jin skill!

What is this? This is evil magic! Evil magic that drains life force and accelerates potential! I suspect... I suspect my wife has also been bewitched by his evil magic, her mind has been clouded!"

These words were like adding fuel to the fire.

The "Seven-Day Vitality" technique was already bizarre, and after he said it like that, it immediately took on an eerie aura.

Zhao Debiao immediately jumped out from the crowd, his face red and his neck bulging:

"That's right! That Zhou Xing technique is extremely evil! I think it uses the evil Southeast Asian method of 'sexual cultivation'!"

Chen Heming chimed in with a sinister tone:

"If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too; no wonder."

"fart!"

Ah Liang was so angry that he was trembling and tried to rush forward, but Ip Man held him down firmly.

Ip Man's face was ashen. He knew that any explanation would be futile in the face of the overwhelming malice.

The theater was in complete chaos.

Insults, questions, and shouts demanding an explanation from Ip Man filled the air, threatening to tear the roof off.

Some people who were genuinely heartbroken for Guo Zhen shook their heads in deep sorrow.

Those who already disliked Southern Fist took the opportunity to hurl insults at it.

There were also those who mingled in the crowd, their eyes darting around, desperately stirring up trouble.

Gong Baotian remained seated, the walnuts in his hand no longer in hand. His gaze calmly swept over every indignant face below, his expressionless face like that of a stone Buddha.

Zhang Zhankui held the bowl of tea, which had long since gone cold, and remained silent.

The burly officer gently stroked his chin, a half-smile playing on his lips, clearly intrigued.

"Master Ip!"

A burly man practicing Bajiquan strode into the arena, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ip Man, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"Master Guo has said all that. Let's see if it's true or not with our fists! If you have a clear conscience, then come down here! I, Wu Liuzhi, will be the first to learn from you!"

The leader stared angrily at Ip Man, waiting for his response.

If you don't make a move, it means you're guilty; if you do, you'll fall into a trap.

Public opinion, like a mountain, crashed down on Ip Man, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Ip Man slowly rose, his blue robe fluttering even without wind. His gaze, clear and focused, swept over the crowd, and he was about to speak…

"Squeak—"

The two heavy vermilion doors of the opera house were slowly pushed open from the outside.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating a tall, upright figure in the doorway—dressed in black, short-sleeved, and possessing a clean and capable air.

Zhou Xing stepped over the threshold and walked in step by step.

His footsteps were unhurried, each step on the blue brick floor producing a clear, even "tap, tap" sound, as if keeping a certain rhythm, strangely suppressing the noise of the entire place.

Behind him were Wang Yun and Guo's disciples, supporting each other with grief-stricken expressions.

A hundred or so gazes were fixed on him like nails.

Zhou Xing walked straight ahead, standing still amidst the astonished gazes of the audience.

First, he bowed to the head of the second-floor banquet hall, clasped his hands in greeting, and spoke in a cold voice:

"Master Gong, Master Zhang, and all the senior martial arts practitioners of Tianjin."

"I am Zhou Xing, a disciple of Master Ip Man."

After the ceremony, he straightened up, turned to the furious "Guo Zhen" on the stage, his gaze calm and his voice indifferent:

"I overheard it from outside the door."

"I've heard that skilled sorcerers in the martial arts world can reverse yin and yang, and call a deer a horse."

"Having seen him today, I can see he's truly amazing. With just a few words, he can turn black into white and shift the world."

"Master Guo was an upright man throughout his life, and he was highly regarded in Tianjin."

"You wear someone else's skin, occupy his family, and tarnish his reputation."

He took a step forward, staring at Guo Zhen's pupils as they contracted instantly, and uttered each word with a sharp, forceful thud:

"I'd like to see what kind of devil is hiding under your human skin."