Kung Fu Movie Time Travel

Miura also changed his tone and asked coldly:

"Are you saying I'm going to lose?"

Seeing that Miura was angry, Sato immediately softened his voice and persuaded:

"No, I'm just afraid of what might happen!"

Miura snorted coldly, turned around and ordered Sato:

"I will definitely win, and I want to let everyone in China know that I won. I will lead people to build a competition arena in the square in the city center. Then I will fight one-on-one fairly in front of all Chinese people. Defeat Ip Man,

Let them know that they will never be our opponents of the Japanese Empire and will always surrender to us! "

"Yes, I understand!"

After Sato bowed to Miura's back, he turned and left.

Miura had someone prepare a dinner and personally delivered it to Liu Nan's cell.

"I won't kill you and want you to be an instructor because I admire your skills, but I don't think your Chinese martial arts will be better than our Japanese martial arts!"

Liu Nan opened his eyes and said:

"After you defeat me, I will naturally become your instructor!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes again and ignored Miura.

Miura was not angry when he saw this, got up and left the cell, because he believed that Ip Man would not be his opponent,

Not long after Miura left, Sato came to Liu Nan's cell again and chatted a lot. There was no other meaning than threatening that if Ip Man could not beat Miura in the competition, otherwise he would shoot and kill Ip Man on the spot.

Liu Nan ignored him and didn't argue with him. After all, there was nothing to argue with the dead.

Two days later, in the central square,

A 200-square-meter solid wood arena was built overnight with the help of Chinese coolies driven by Japanese soldiers.

Four large flags were placed at each of the four corners of the arena. On the flags was written a sentence that made all Chinese people feel very ridiculous:

“The true meaning of Japan is newly built in Greater East Asia,

Establish permanent peace and friendship between China and Japan. "

At the right position in the ring, Miura was wearing a white Japanese karate training uniform, kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed and meditating.

Beside the ring, Japanese soldiers moved a few chairs, and Sato and the Japanese officers sat side by side.

Around the arena, more than two hundred Japanese soldiers armed with rifles were intimidating tens of thousands of Foshan people who came after hearing the news.

As for more than two hundred soldiers, can they deter tens of thousands of civilians?

The answer is yes. In the past experience of these Japanese invaders, not to mention more than 200 soldiers, even more than 100 soldiers can scare these Chinese people from resisting.

This is human nature, pity, and sadness. It is also what Liu Nan currently wants to change.

"Where's Translator Li?"

Sato, who was sitting on a chair, asked a Japanese soldier standing nearby,

"Report to the director, Translator Li said he was not feeling well this morning, please come later!"

The soldier replied,

Sato frowned, cursed "trash" and didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, outside the cotton factory, Li Zhao, Master Zhao and Zhou Qingquan and their sons took their luggage, all the money donated by Liu Nan, and a letter to Ip Wen, and got on the cotton factory truck that had already returned, and started again Set off towards Hong Kong,

At the same time, outside the ring, a Japanese military jeep slowly stopped.

The car door opened, and Liu Nan, who was disguised as Ip Man, was escorted to the ring by two Japanese soldiers with guns.

Under the ring, tens of thousands of Foshan people watched in silence as Liu Nan stepped onto the ring surrounded by Japanese soldiers step by step.

Among these tens of thousands of people, some are businessmen, some are beggars, some are once famous boxers in Foshan, and some are just ordinary workers and coolies.

But one thing is that they are all Chinese, all from Foshan, and they have all heard of Ip Man.

Miura, who was sitting on the ring with his eyes closed, felt someone coming onto the ring. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that it was Ye Wen who was there. He exerted his strength and stood up from the kneeling position.

He wanted to have a fair competition with Ye Wen, the top master in Foshan, in front of tens of thousands of Foshan people.

Not only for honor, to prove that Japanese martial arts is better than Chinese martial arts, but more importantly, to defeat Ip Man in front of everyone, and to break the spirit of the entire Foshan people to resist them,

Break their backbones, let them know that the Japanese army is invincible, and let Foshan smoothly become their logistics base for attacking the mainland,

After Miura stood up, he bowed to Liu Nan on the opposite side and made a karate starting position. Liu Nan also made a fist and made a Wing Chun starting position. The battle was about to begin!

All the people in Foshan under the ring held their breath. They were deeply afraid that they would affect Ip Man. They did not want Ip Man to lose, because that meant that they might no longer have the courage to resist these invaders.

At the same time, a hundred meters above the arena, there were two people, or rather two monks, watching the upcoming competition.

One of them has a long purple sword hanging in the air at his feet. He is wearing a gray robe and has a black belt around his waist. There is a brown gourd hanging on the belt.

This man looked young, in his early thirties at most, but he was unkempt and unshaven, giving off a very decadent feeling. From time to time he would reach out and take out the wine bottle at his waist and take a sip.

If he didn't have a flying sword under his feet, he would be no different from an ordinary drunkard on the street.

And ten feet away from the drunkard stepping on the flying sword, there was another huge bird also suspended in the air. On the back of the bird sat a middle-aged man,

The middle-aged man wears a white hunting coat, a "Liwu hat" on his head, holds a bat fan, and wears "Shallow steps" on his feet, looking like a Japanese priest.

At this time, the middle-aged man in priest uniform shook his bat fan, looked at the sloppy drunkard with a slightly provocative look and asked:

"Brother Danyangzi, do you think the general on our side can win today's competition, or the martial artist of yours?

But in my opinion, it doesn’t matter who wins. If our general wins, your people will surrender. If our general loses, our army can also make you people surrender! "

After Danyangzi picked up the gourd and took a sip, he glanced at the man in priest uniform and smiled contemptuously:

"I don't know who wins and who loses in this arena, and I can't control the outcome, but if we compete with the great priest, Dan still has some confidence!"

As he spoke, he squeezed the sword secret in his hand, and the purple sword at his feet instantly appeared in front of his chest, with a cold light and murderous intent.

As for the great Japanese priest, his hair stood on end, and he quickly urged the Asuka shikigami under him to move away from Danyangzi, a hundred meters away, and shouted sternly:

"Danyangzi, you dare to violate the covenant and attack me without fear of punishment!"

Danyang held the purple flying sword in his chest without firing it, and sneered:

"When did I break the covenant? I just wanted to have a discussion with the great priest!"