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As soon as Qian Weifang finished speaking, Chen Hongwu's hand was already on his shoulder.

"No need."

Two words: crisp and clean.

Qian Weifang was taken aback and was about to say something when Chen Hongwu had already stepped past him and onto the arena.

The wooden countertop creaked underfoot.

All the martial arts masters in the room had their eyes on him.

Chen Hongwu stood in the center of the arena, his gaze passing over Miyagi Nagaharu and landing on the remaining few people in the Japanese camp.

"It's too much trouble to do them one by one."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to the ears of everyone present.

"The remaining one, come at us all at once."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Then things exploded.

"What?!" He Yongfu jumped up, his chair tipping over and crashing to the ground with a loud thud. "Master Chen, have you gone mad?!"

"Master Chen, please reconsider!" Yao Cai stood up, his face anxious. "Although the Japanese lost the first match, they still have two key players. You're all alone—"

"Master Chen!" Ruan Qishan also stood up, his knuckles white from clenching his fists. "Now is a matter of life and death for the martial arts school, not a time for playing the hero!"

Li Su abruptly stood up from his chair, walked a few steps to the edge of the arena, and looked up at Chen Hongwu: "Master Chen, I know you are highly skilled, but fighting two against one is a major taboo. You must not be careless or underestimate your opponents!"

Chen Sheng sat in the chair, still panting, the blood from the corner of his mouth not yet wiped away. He looked at Chen Hongwu on the ring, offering no words of dissuasion, but slowly asked, "Are you confident?"

Chen Hongwu glanced down at him and nodded.

"Then let's go." Chen Sheng closed his eyes and said no more.

On the Japanese side, the translator relayed Chen Hongwu's words.

Yoshinobu Funakoshi was taken aback for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed. Several Japanese men behind him also laughed, their shrill laughter echoing in the main hall.

"この马鹿野郎!" A Japanese man in judo uniform pointed at Chen Hongwu, laughing so hard, "One person, two people, と戦うなんて, 死にたいのか!"

The translator cleared his throat and said in broken Chinese, "Mr. Funakoshi said that there is an old Chinese saying, 'A mantis trying to stop a chariot.' This Mr. Chen is probably that mantis."

Another burst of laughter erupted from the Japanese camp.

Ip Man clenched his fists. "Damn it! Those damn Japanese devils, I really want to go up there and punch them all!"

Chen Hongwu remained unmoved, his eyes half-closed, as if brewing a thunderous roar.

Soon, a person from the Japanese camp stepped forward.

This man was not tall, but he had very broad shoulders, a short, thick neck, and short, strong, calloused fingers. He wore a black Taoist uniform with a black belt around his waist and white socks on his feet, and he walked with a very steady gait.

He stepped onto the ring and stood next to Miyagi Nagayoshi.

"Morita Ueshiba," he announced in a deep, resonant voice, "Aikido of the Omoto Cult."

Chen Hongwu's gaze sharpened.

He had heard of the name Morihei Ueshiba.

The founder of Aikido in Japan studied backflow jujutsu and Yagyu Shingan-ryu jujutsu in his youth. Later, he became a disciple of Omoto-kyo Deguchi Ojinzaburo, integrating martial arts and religious practice to create Aikido.

Aikido does not emphasize brute force, but rather uses softness to overcome hardness and borrows the opponent's force to strike back, which is similar to the principles of Tai Chi in China.

"Since you're courting death, you can't blame us," Miyagi Nagaharu said coldly.

He pushed off with his feet, and the three-stage pillars suddenly pressed forward, his whole body rolling over like a tank. His right palm, fingers spread and palm concave, thrust straight into Chen Hongwu's throat.

At the same time, Morihei Ueshiba cut in from the left, his body slightly turned to the side, his hands one in front of the other, reaching for Chen Hongwu's left arm.

Aikido, learn it in one teaching!

Ichikyo-tsuk is the most basic grappling technique in Aikido. It involves first grabbing the opponent's wrist, then twisting the joint to dissipate the force of the opponent's entire arm.

With a grab, Morihei Ueshiba's five fingers, like hooks, aimed precisely at Chen Hongwu's left wrist.

The two, one in front and one on the left, worked together in perfect harmony.

Miyagi Nagayuki attacks head-on with a fierce and direct approach, drawing attention; Ueshiba Morihei cuts in from the side, using softness to overcome hardness and locking the joints.

The martial arts instructors inside the hall were all on edge.

"This guy is tough enough on his own, how can we fight him when two of them gang up on him?" He Yongfu cursed.

Chen Hongwu stood still, motionless.

He only moved when Miyagi Nagaharu's piercing hand was less than three inches from his throat.

He took a half-step diagonally forward and to the left with his left foot, his body suddenly turning to the side, his whole body like a door panel lying horizontally. His right fist suddenly shot out from his waist, fist facing upward, veins bulging on the back of his fist, like an iron cone shooting out from under his ribs, straight for Miyagi Naganori's heart.

Xingyiquan, Bengquan.

Half-step Crushing Fist!

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into Miyagi Nagaharu's palm, the impact of flesh and bone producing a muffled thud.

Gongcheng Changjun felt a numbness in his palm as a spiraling force penetrated through Chen Hongwu's fist, ran along his arm and straight to his shoulder, causing his entire right arm to be snapped back and his hand to be forcibly broken apart.

But Chen Hongwu did not retract his fist.

Using the residual force of the Bengquan (a type of fist strike), he swung his entire right arm backward in a circle.

Tai Chi, Reverse Roll Arm.

The "Reverse Roll Arm" move is an extremely dangerous move in Tai Chi. The hands move like a spinning wheel, pulling in the left and releasing the right, then pulling in the right and releasing the left, using the rotation of the waist and hips to draw the opponent's force into one's own energy circle, and then smashing it back.

Chen Hongwu swung his right arm half a circle, with the back of his fist facing down, like an iron hammer smashing down from above, which hit the wrist that Ueshiba Morihei grabbed.

"Click!"

The sound of dislocated joints is crisp and piercing.

Morihei Ueshiba felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it were being clamped by iron clamps. Before his grappling technique could even touch Chen Hongwu's sleeve, his wrist was dislocated by this reverse arm strike.

He groaned, took three steps back, supported his right wrist with his left hand, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

The audience was silent.

The entire hall of martial arts masters were dumbfounded.

With a punch and a palm strike, he instantly broke Miyagi Nagaharu's penetrating hand and Ueshiba Morihei's attack.

"This..." He Yongfu opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

Li Su stood by the stage, his eyes fixed on the figure on the platform, his chest heaving violently.

Chen Sheng leaned back in his chair, slowly opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Miyagi Nagaharu's expression changed drastically.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging blood and qi, and readjusted the stance for the third battle.

This time, he did not attack rashly, but instead moved slowly around Chen Hongwu, looking for an opening.

Morihei Ueshiba endured the pain and pushed his dislocated wrist back into place. With a crisp crack, the muscles on his face twitched, but he quickly regained his composure.

He re-established the Aikido stance, with his feet shoulder-width apart, his weight centered on his lower abdomen, and his hands positioned one in front of the other, palms facing down.

The two men flanked Chen Hongwu from the left and right.

"Watch closely," Chen Sheng whispered to Li Su. "With Master Chen's strength, even if he loses, he can wipe them out completely. When Wei Fang takes the stage, it will be much easier."