The next day Tony and Ip Man walk into a room to compete against other teachers to win the privilege to teach martial arts.
In the middle of the room is a white table supported by thin wooden leg foundations.
Around the table surrounds a small wooden chair with the four legs face up in the air.
The different martial arts masters are mostly wearing a black changshan sitting in a chair.
While their disciples are standing wearing a white shirt with black pants.
A chinese incense that is stuck onto a brown incense burner. A chinese way of setting the time for the fight.
A martial arts master with brown changshan is boasting to his students who are crowded around him, "I've fought in similar arenas many times before. But there weren't any stools underneath. It was all knives!"
Another martial arts master with his legs casually on top wearing a black changshan saids, "He's called Ip Man. Have you heard of him before?"
"The name sounds so lame. No I haven't," this master has a habit of constantly blinking his eyes, "but I heard his student beat up all of Hung's students yesterday."
"Who can be better than you Master Law?" the black changshan master teases.
"You're being modest, Master Cheng," saids Law back, "are you going up later on?"
"If you'll go, I'll go. Let's stop talking and have some tea," saids Master Law holding his cup in greeting to his fellow martial arts master.
"Please."
"Please."
Tony followed Ip Man on the side striding slowly forward calmly. All the people in the room look at them, observing Ip Man and his students.
"He has arrived," Master Law saids blinking his eyes.
"Masters…" Hung calls out to everyone, "this is Ip Man. He wants to teach martial arts in Hong Kong. So here he is, to welcome your challenge.
Surrender or falling off the desk will be considered a loss. Either you or your student can fight in your place. But the fight will only end when the incense burns out."
Hung sees Jin so respecting Tony so he wants to see just what kind of student Ip Man has trained.
Tony puts his hand out to stop his master, saying to him, "Master Ip Man this time let me fight for your stead. You have to trust me."
Hearing this Ip Man nods his head in agreement for Tony to fight in his place.
Over the years he has known that Tony always finishes what he sets out to promise to do.
Tony without a care in the world calmly walks to the table. Master Law seeing this unimpressive open teases, "No way, his student walking up like that? He must have failed to teach him correctly. No style at all."
With the lighting of the incense stick Tony bows in introduction, "I'm a student of Ip Man. Representing Foshan Wing Chun."
"Which master wants to play a little," Hung calls out.
"Master Law, what are you waiting for? He's just all muscle," saids Master Cheng.
"Let's see who wants to first." All the other masters were like part of an honors' club.
They were all unwilling to be the first one that's up there getting humiliated by a youngster.
"Ok, I'll go first," Master Cheng claps for him. Standing up he jumps on the chair legs to get to the table.
Getting onto the table he launches a leg attack similar to a karate mid air back kick that Tony would've been able to dodge even with his eyes closed.
Master Law hits a fist that Tony caught with his wrist, trapping them like a lock. Then hitting Master Law in the face with his fist.
To get out of this locked position Master Cheng hits Tony's legs. Usually opponent's would side step the leg by moving their body away, hence helping him get out of the locked position.
However, Tony didn't even budge his legs a bit. The onlookers thought the fight would end quickly.
As though he was playing a little game with his opponent, Tony only launched an attack just as the kick arrived.
But the speed of the fist was simply a blitz of lighting hitting square onto Master Law's chest.
Launching him in the air and into the chair he was sitting before. Flipping backwards even more distance until the force stops.
Looking backward at the old friend who was so easily defeated he asks, "Master Law, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," he shouts back while trying to stand up.
Tony didn't put out any Qi into his fist as he attacked, relying on only half of his strength to put out that force.
Though if it was his full strength that punch would have imprinted a fist mark onto his rib cage sending him landing on that wall like meat paste.
"If it were knives, it would have been death," the master in brown changshan saids, "one shouldn't fight like that."
"The desks are very slippery," Master Law excuses himself, "it was all just beginner's luck."
"Yeah. How could a young man even beat a master?"
"He was just relying on his strength."
"When I was young I could fight even better than him."
"Come on, don't let it stop," Hung saids to the fellow fighters.
"Master Cheng, your turn," suffering such a hit to his ego Law wants his old buddy to feel that humiliation.
While all the other masters are jeering at him to go up instead of them.
Just as he was walking up, Law warned him, "Master Cheng, the desk is very slippery."
Cheng runs, borrowing the momentum he launches with the help of a chair up the table.