Chapter 62 Hero Huo Yuanjia

At dinner, Huo Yuanjia called me to his room alone and said that he wanted to talk about something important. I knew that this was Huo Yuanjia who wanted to discuss with me what to do next.

After entering Jingwumen, I inquired about it. Huo Yuanjia led the crowd and just won a big victory in Hongkou Dojo. The Japanese were very unconvinced. After a few days, they made an appointment to compare, that is to say that they had not been poisoned by the doctor named Qiuye.

But the problem comes out. What will happen if Huo Yuanjia is not poisoned? According to history, he is likely to die of a violent illness.

Huo Yuanjia said after listening to my analysis, "If that's the case, Huo would rather die in the ring and let those foreigners see the power of our national art."

"But before that, I have to do one thing." Huo Yuanjia did not allow me to say what he thought and continued, "I want to accept you as a disciple and teach the Huo family's lost boxing that has always been passed on as an exception. I want to break the tradition of martial arts world and carry forward the national art as much as possible."

At that moment, I deeply felt the open-mindedness in Huo Yuanjia's language and unconsciously knelt on the ground and said, "Disciples must live up to the master's trust."

"Tomorrow, I will hold an apprenticeship ceremony." Huo Yuanjia looked at the dim yellow candle on the table and seemed to be a little sleepy. "Time seems to be running out."

I know that Huo Yuanjia has made a decision. Tomorrow will be a day that I can't forget. I said goodbye to my master and returned to my room and couldn't sleep for a long time.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard a sound outside the door, as if someone was walking. I quietly got out of bed and didn't wake up my brother in the same room. I went out to see what was going on, but there stood alone in the courtyard. He raised his hand and walked in the moonlight, like a gray shadow. The technique was so fast that I couldn't see his hand clearly. Where is it?

Is this the legendary Lost Fist? I looked at it for a long time and knew that the man had made great achievements. I turned around and looked at me with a smile. Then I recognized that it was Master Huo Yuanjia, as if he really couldn't sleep before playing boxing, but looking at his face with a trace of rosy for the first time, is it the legendary return of light?

"Chen Zhen? How much did you understand just now? Master is actually asking me.

I said in a daze, "I don't know, my mind is full of master's shadow now."

"It's hard for you. Tomorrow will be your last chance to be in the ring." Huo Yuanjia came over and patted me on the shoulder and went back to the room.

The next day, I learned that the Japanese would come to fight again in the evening and make an appointment to fight again the next day.

The time was advanced. When I got up early in the morning, many brothers and I were hurriedly called to the hospital. The master announced the decision to accept me as a disciple. In the slightly surprised eyes of everyone, the apprenticeship ceremony hurriedly began.

I saluted my master with tea, then met my eldest brother Liu Zhensheng and others, listened to the precepts of the martial arts school, and officially became the youngest disciple of Huo Yuanjia.

Then, the master announced that he would accept the challenge of the Japanese and go to the ring.

He sacrificed his life for righteousness.

My brothers and I accompanied my master to the ring. This time, the Japanese also called the British Hercules in Russia, saying that they wanted many countries to compete with each other. I said that this was obviously a wheel battle. If you can't beat you, you will play tricks.

Huo Yuanjia could completely refuse, but he still generously agreed to the appointment. He told every disciple, "Chinese people must not be looked down upon by others. We can no longer be sick people in East Asia."

At that moment, I was in tears, and only one knew that this would be a farewell.

Standing on the ring against the first opponent, Huo Yuanjia still made a polite gesture of invitation. At the beginning of the game, he threw the first opponent out of the ring with thunder.

This move immediately shocked the audience, and the Russian Hercules jumped on the stage and was the first to challenge the master.

The fight between the two immediately turned into a distinct confrontation between Chinese and Western martial arts. The Russian boxing took a masculine and powerful road, which was slightly inferior to the foreign kung fu of the Chinese people, while Huo Yuanjia's lost fist changed endlessly. After several dragonfly tests, Huo Yuanjia easily grabbed the gap of the other party and captured it. The Russian Hercules' waist and chest punched him to the ground.

The Russians were unwilling to show weakness and had to stand up, but they fell on their back before they could stand firm. Obviously, they couldn't stand up.

Immediately, an assistant came forward and carried this person down. In the second competition, Jingwumen won. According to reason, it was time to rest here, or change Huo Yuanjia's disciples, but the Japanese sent a player who was proficient in judo to challenge Huo Yuanjia.

Huo Yuanjia clearly wanted to suppress the other party's arrogance at this moment and did not object. After the two saluted each other, the game began again...

Over and over again, he defeated several opponents from Britain, France and Spain in the next six games, until the last heavyweight players came on the field, and the nine ghosts, known as Japanese karate masters, came on the stage.

This is a powerful player, very sophisticated and cunning. He has been using procrastinating tactics in the battle with Huo Yuanjia. Maybe he saw that the master has the weakness of his old disease and can't compete for a long time.

Therefore, the battle entered a state of stalemate, and the master's breath obviously became a little unstable. I was very anxious that at this time, I only needed one idea to change history. Maybe I could directly replace the master and defeat those Japanese devils.

But Huo Yuanjia winced on the stage, and I suddenly realized that this was his own war, a road of no return that he had already chosen.

Just as he secretly learned martial arts since he was a child and contracted an old disease, all fates are willing to him.

Victory is his choice, and death is what he can't refuse.

At that moment, there was a victory or defeat on the court. The master defeated his opponent, but also spit out a bright red blood in public. The Japanese's goal was achieved, and the master died with the highest honor.

When Master was dying, he took my hand and asked, "Chen Zhen, do you see everything Master has done?"

I cried bitterly and said silently, "Disciple, I see it clearly!"

That day, the whole country in Shanghai was sad. The eldest brother took us back to Jingwumen and began to arrange the afterth. I stayed in the mourning hall and couldn't calm down for a long time. I knew there was something waiting for me to do next.

Before the master's first seven passed, the shameless Japanese sent the plaque of the sick man of East Asia. They shamefully fabricated the fact that the master lost the game and was killed. The brothers were furious and wanted to settle accounts with the Hongkou dojo, but they were stopped by me and the elder brother.

I know that some things must be done by some people. I discussed with my brother. After the first seven days, he will send the master's ashes back to his hometown, and I will return the plaque sent by the Japanese to the Japanese by myself.