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This international convention and exhibition center is one of Hong Kong's landmark buildings, with a modern design and magnificent scale.
When the group of "country folks" from Wulong Temple, dressed in monks' robes and with unusual appearances, appeared in the lobby of the convention center, which was filled with an elite atmosphere, they once again attracted countless curious and surprised glances.
"Wow! Master, this place is much more impressive than our Wulong Temple's gate!" Uncle Da looked around like a tourist, his face full of excitement from never having seen anything like it before.
The arrogant Wen became very interested in the huge, smooth floor in the center of the lobby that reflected people's images. He treated it like an ice rink, skating around and having a great time.
Master Long Eyebrows strives to maintain the demeanor of a grandmaster and turns a blind eye to his disciples' shameful behavior.
With his hands behind his back, he walked towards the main venue under the guidance of staff from the Wushu Federation.
Inside the main venue, many martial arts delegations from around the world are already making preparations.
As soon as they entered, they saw a group of Japanese people dressed in white karate uniforms with black belts around their waists practicing in the center of the area.
They threw punches and kicked with great force, accompanied by loud shouts of "Hey! Ha!", displaying impressive momentum.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a sharp-eyed, mustache, who was meticulously correcting the trainees' movements.
"That's the Goju-ryu karate delegation from Okinawa, Japan," a staff member explained. "At the head of the delegation is their chief instructor, Mr. Yuichi Maeda, an 8th-dan black belt in karate. He's incredibly strong."
On the other side of the field, a burly white man with the build of a brown bear was wearing boxing gloves and punching a heavy bag violently.
Each punch he threw produced a dull thud, and the sandbag shook violently as if it would be pierced at any moment.
"This is Tom 'Tomahawk,' a professional boxer from the United States. It is said that his right hook once broke the ribs of a bull."
In addition, there are Muay Thai fighters from Thailand, whose knee and elbow attacks are extremely vicious;
A Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu master with unparalleled ground grappling skills;
There were even Korean Taekwondo masters dressed in traditional clothing, with graceful movements and sharp, elegant leg techniques.
The gathering of masters from all walks of life was like a real-life "World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament," leaving Uncle Da and Wen, both dazzled and thrilled.
"Master, that big American guy looks really tough! Can you beat him?" Wen asked the long-browed master curiously, tilting his head back.
Master Long Eyebrows stroked his long eyebrows, coughed with feigned profundity, and said indifferently, "Hmph, it's nothing but fancy moves. Chinese martial arts emphasize both internal and external cultivation, using softness to overcome hardness. How can these external styles that only focus on brute force compare to it?"
Although he said that, his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.
He could tell that none of the people present were ordinary individuals.
This exchange meeting is probably more than just a "cultural exchange".
Just then, a discordant voice broke in.
"Oh? I think that so-called Chinese martial arts are nothing but fancy dances, outdated and utterly useless."
The speaker was none other than Yuichi Maeda, a karate instructor from Japan.
He had stopped training at some point and, with a few disciples, walked up to the group from Wulong Academy.
He crossed his arms, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt and provocation.
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He said this in Japanese, but the staff present immediately changed their expressions and hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
However, before the staff could speak, Long Yan stepped forward and calmly replied in Japanese that was even more standard and fluent than Maeda Yuichi's own: "Whether something is outdated or not, whether it is vulnerable or not, cannot be determined by words. If Mr. Maeda is interested, we would be happy to show you what true Chinese martial arts are at tomorrow's exchange meeting."
Long Yan's fluent Japanese surprised everyone present, including Master Long Eyebrows and Uncle Da.
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None of them knew when Long Yan had learned the language.
Yuichi Maeda was also taken aback, not expecting that this seemingly young Chinese monk could not only understand his words, but also dare to respond so directly.
He scrutinized Long Yan closely, and from Long Yan's unfathomable eyes, he felt a pressure that made his heart pound.
"Very well." Yuichi Maeda snorted coldly. "I'll look forward to it. I hope your skills are half as tough as your words."
After saying that, he turned and left with his disciples.
The minor incident came to an end. But everyone could sense that a strong sense of tension had settled in the air.
Behind this seemingly peaceful martial arts exchange lies an undercurrent of competition and conflict between martial arts schools from various countries.
As one of the representatives of Chinese martial arts, Wulongyuan has been thrust into the spotlight.
"Master, tomorrow... are we really going to fight them?" Uncle Da asked nervously.
Master Long Eyebrows did not answer, but stared at the huge "Martial" character in the center of the arena, his eyes becoming sharper than ever before.
He knew that this battle was not only a battle for the honor of Wulong Academy, but also a battle for the dignity of all Chinese martial arts.
Chapter 225 Iron Eagle's Conspiracy
Maeda Yuichi's provocation was just a minor incident before the martial arts tournament.
For the members of Wulong Temple, the real threat often comes from the shadows.
In the hospital's VIP ward, Tie Ying, whose tongue was still not fluent, was speaking humbly into the phone.
"Uncle, you have to help me this time! I've been bullied terribly! Not only was my girl stolen, but I also lost face in front of the whole school! If this continues, I won't be able to stay in Hong Kong!"
A deep, impatient voice came from the other end of the phone: "Alright, alright, what kind of behavior is this, crying and sobbing! Tell me, how do you want me to help you?"
The man Tie Ying referred to as "Uncle" was a low-ranking Hong Kong triad boss, known as "Brother Biao".
He employs a gang of outlaws who specialize in debt collection and security work.
When Tie Ying heard that his uncle had given in, he immediately perked up, lowered his voice, and revealed the whole evil plan.
"Uncle, there's a martial arts tournament at the International Convention Center tomorrow night. Those exchange students and Pi Simao will definitely be there. There will be a lot of people and things will get chaotic. Could you... could you send a few people to kidnap Annie while things are in disarray?"
"Kidnapping? You're crazy! That's the heiress of the Li Group! If this gets out of hand, I won't be able to handle it!" Brother Biao was startled by Tie Ying's crazy idea.
"It's not a real kidnapping!" Tie Ying quickly explained. "I mean, a fake kidnapping! You grab her first and hide her in the convention center's storage room. Then, I'll leave some of Pi Simao's personal belongings, like his student ID, at the scene to frame him! Then, I'll play the hero and 'rescue' Annie. That way, I can gain favor with Annie and completely ruin that bastard Pi Simao's reputation—a double win!"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were weighing the risks and benefits of the plan.
Tie Ying continued, "Uncle, after this is done, the Porsche sports car my dad just bought me a while ago will be yours! Besides, it'll be done cleanly and efficiently, and no one will know it was us!"
The allure of money and profit ultimately triumphs over reason.
“…Okay.” Brother Biao’s voice rang out again, tinged with coldness. “Send me the girl’s photo and the floor plan of the convention center. Remember, do this cleanly, don’t leave any loose ends.”
"Don't worry, Uncle! I've already prepared!"
After hanging up the phone, Tie Ying revealed a ferocious and twisted smile.
He could almost see Pi Simao being taken away by the police, and Annie rushing into his arms with eyes full of adoration...
He will make all those who look down on him pay a heavy price!
Unbeknownst to him, this phone call had been overheard by someone with ulterior motives.
Outside the hospital corridor, the witch Xiao Zhen put away the latest model of bugging device, about the size of a lipstick, and a playful smile appeared on her lips.
She was originally instructed by Long Yan to "monitor" Tie Ying and prevent him from making any underhanded moves.
But I never expected to hear such a wonderful "show".
"Kidnapping? Framing? Hero saves the damsel in distress?" Xiao Zhen played with the bugging device, talking to herself with great interest, "This Iron Eagle, he's not very bright, but he's quite good at scheming. However, if you want to play with me, you're still too green."
She didn't immediately tell Long Yan the news.
A new and more interesting plan quietly took shape in her mischievous little mind.
She decided to turn the tables and add fuel to the fire of this upcoming drama, making it burn even brighter and more spectacular.
A vicious conspiracy fueled by jealousy and a prank sparked by playfulness are about to intertwine at the martial arts exchange event.
All the parties involved were completely unaware of this.
Chapter 226 Xiao Zhen and Huan Ji come to school, and school beauty Annie gets jealous.
Huanji and Xiaozhen the witch arrived under the pretext of "visiting Longyan".
The two of them walked side by side on the tree-lined path bathed in golden sunlight.
In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the noisy campus suddenly fell into an eerie silence, which was then followed by an even more turbulent commotion.
Huan Ji wore a light purple chiffon dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, like a fairy descending from the moon.
Her exquisitely beautiful face carried a hint of ethereal coldness and aloofness, her eyes were vacant, as if nothing in the world could catch her eye.
She herself is a walking ink painting, elegant and noble, inspiring awe and reverence.
The witch Xiaozhen standing right next to her represents another extreme form of this.
The fiery red, tight-fitting halter-neck mini-dress lavishly accentuated her devilish curves that could make any man's blood boil.
Beneath her exquisite smoky makeup, a pair of captivating fox-like eyes sparkled, her fiery red lips slightly upturned, exuding a deadly allure and aggression.
She is like a burning rose, passionate and dangerous, yet people are willing to get close to her, even if it means getting burned.
One is as cool and aloof as the moon, the other as fiery and passionate as fire.
When these two completely different yet equally stunning forms of beauty intertwine, they create a visually overwhelming effect on these young men and women in the throes of adolescence—a visual assault akin to a dimensional reduction attack.
Several boys holding basketballs stopped in their tracks, the balls slipping from their hands and rolling far away without them noticing.
A student on a bicycle, so engrossed in watching something, crashed into a stone pillar on the side of the road with a "bang".
Countless whispers and gasps of breath blended into a symphony in the background.
"Oh my god... what did I just see? Did angels and demons descend together?"
"That girl in the red dress... I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest!"
"Don't be silly, look at that girl in the purple dress, her aura... it's amazing! She's a true fairy!"
Xiao Zhen thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.
She even stuck out her tongue and lightly licked her red lips, giving a flirtatious wink to the several stunned boys, instantly freezing them in place, their faces turning red, unsure of what to do with their hands and feet.
Soon, they found Long Yan surrounded by several girls asking him questions on the stands by the playground, while Pi Simao was idly pulling weeds on the side.
Xiao Zhen immediately spotted Annie, the school beauty who was surrounding Long Yan, being the most attentive, and whose face was flushed with shyness.
A competitive spirit, originating from a top predator, ignited fiercely within Xiaozhen.