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In a duel, gradually merging
force with mercy,

combined with Qi Gong,
the foe is controlled.

Forceful.

Flexible.

Enforce.

Direct.

Lift.

Drift.

Thrust.

Suppress.

"Pao" has been a tradition
in Guangdong for a long time.

At festivals, there's bound
to be a scramble for pao.

It was said whoever grabbed a pao
in the competition

could not only claim
to be the best in martial arts,

but would also acquire fame,
money and good fortune.

The winner would keep that pao
until the following year,

when the competition would be
hosted by the winner again,

and the gods would be honored
with a sumptuous feast.

PAO COMPETITION
YEAR OF THE WOOD-RAT

The crowd has gathered early this year.

Yes, a larger turnout
than in past years.

Place it over there.

Move! Make way!

Move this pao aside.

Ours was here first.
Why do we have to move it?

Get lost!

- Stop!
- You're being unreasonable!

So what if I am?

Stop fighting!

You know the competition rules.
Fighting is not allowed!

Or you'll be disqualified!

Last year, they got one pao
from who knows where.

They must be wishing
for another one this year.

- You're daydreaming.
- We'll see about that.

Get your master, Lu A-Cai,
to compete with us.

Or ask him to go to hell

for inviting his senior, Hong Xiguan,
to come out.

Hong Xiguan...

Hey, stop quarreling!

Place your respective pao properly.

Move it over there.

Let's go!

Hey, put it over there.

Step aside! Move!

RULES OF PAO COMPETITION

MARTIAL ARTS SCHOOL
OF MASTER LIN TUQIANG

I got it! The pao's in my hand!

So I am...

Wong Fei-hung, please go home.

Fists are blind, we might accidentally
injure you. And it'll be our fault.

That's right.
You're not a martial artist.

Why are you always hanging out
with us? Leave, please.

I may not necessarily lose
when it comes to fighting.

Give it up. Your father's skills
are good enough.

If you're injured,
we'll get into trouble for it.

Do you agree?

- Please go home.
- Go home.

Stop it!

- Are you bullying Ah-Hung again?
- It's not our fault. It's his fault.

Yeah, it's his fault!

Ah-Hung, go home.

No one's bullying me.
No one would dare!

I don't need your help!

Brother Jiang, Brother Qing.

Are there more contestants
this year than last?

You're not a martial artist.
Why do you care?

Ah-Hung, say hello to Uncle Zheng.

Uncle Zheng.

What happened?
Were you fighting again?

Fighting? What skills do I have
to fight with others?

Don't be so rude
when you speak to your father!

Let it go. He's just a kid.

- Get out!
- Go quickly.

Please sit.

Brother Kei-ying,
I really don't understand you.

You possess excellent skills,
yet you have no pupils.

It makes sense to be cautious,
but don't you even trust your own son?

What you don't understand is
that the boy is too headstrong.

He'll surely cause trouble
if he learns kung fu.

Come on...

Young master, I'm busy now!

Nonsense!
Come on, teach me kung fu.

What did you say?

Teach me kung fu!

My poor kung fu?
I'd make a laughing stock of myself.

That's better than knowing nothing at all.

Your father is Wong Kei-ying,

and your great uncle is Lu A-Cai.

Who in Guangzhou would dare
to mess around with you?

Why do you want to learn kung fu?
It's easy to learn a few tricks.

To learn real kung fu...
costs a lot of pain.

Do I look like someone
who can't handle it?

If your father's not willing
to teach you kung fu,

he won't be persuaded.

I've got an idea. I guarantee
your father will teach you kung fu.

- What is it?
- You look for a fight outside.

Then you have people carry you
back a few times.

When your father sees
his son injured all the time,

he'll be ready to teach you kung fu.

Damn it!

If I'm beaten up outside,

I'll surely be beaten up much worse
by my father when I return.

Then I don't know what to do.

Go, go! Go on!

Go on!

- Uncle He.
- So, you're here.

- You, sit over there.
- Have a seat.

Uncle He, for the competition this year,
please teach us more merciless techniques.

I'm just afraid that your master
wouldn't agree.

As long as we win
and build up his reputation,

he wouldn't care how we did it.

All right, then. I'll teach you.

- So which techniques?
- I'll tell you when I get back.

I have to go now.

What's up with Uncle He?

Come over here.

Listen.

I would rather displease our Master
than offend Uncle He.

I once heard our Master telling
Uncle He not to use the Sharp Kick,

or even the Mei Hua Spear at will.

But when I asked Master about this,

he denied the existence of such skills,
and I got a good scolding.

Have you asked Uncle He about it?

No, our Master commanded me
not to even mention them again.

He only told me those two skills
are deadly techniques.

Is Master Lu in?

I don't know.

Why are you staring at me?

I thought you were his pupil.

But you aren't.

- I wish I were.
- Sorry.

- Is Master Lu in?
- Yes.

Arise. Don't stand on ceremony.

Your master has been
an acquaintance of mine.

There's no need to be so formal.
Please have a seat.

After you.

Have some tea.

Master Lu, I want to know

if someone who knows
the Sharp Kick and the Mei Hua Spear

is living incognito in Guangzhou.

The Sharp Kick
and the Mei Hua Spear...

They are the deadliest techniques
in Northern Style kung fu.

I know not of such a person.

- But you are...
- I am pursuing a robber.

Someone told me he'd arrived
in Guangzhou a year ago.

But I've been unable to find him.

It's difficult. There are hundreds
of martial arts schools here.

And thousands of martial artists
at each school.

If someone was hiding among them...

...they would be difficult to find.

When I arrived here,
I saw a young man in the alley.

I thought he was your pupil.

He had keen eyes and seemed agile.
A real talent for a martial artist.

Brother, what did that man in the alley
say to you?

- Take your hand off me.
- I asked you a question.

I'd rather not answer.

Have you changed your mind?

Tell me!

Ah-Hung, stop it! Stop fighting!

Break it up.

Sir, for the sake of his father,
let him go.

- Who's his father?
- Wong Kei-ying.

- How is it?
- Good. I haven't seen you for a year.

But it's hard to imagine your qi gong
is so good now. Let's sit.

- Some tea, sir.
- Please.

Please.

How has your business been?

Well, I've already...

- What's wrong with him?
- He's lost his temper again.

- Who is it?
- My son.

Your son?

Congratulations. Congratulations.

He will be great
and surpass his father.

Stop kidding,
he knows nothing about business.

- No, I was referring to kung fu.
- I have never taught him kung fu.

MARTIAL ARTS SCHOOL
OF MASTER PENG YUNGANG

Master Peng, my pupils often fight.

If they lose, it is my fault
because they haven't learnt properly.

But your students shouldn't have injured
my pupils that seriously on purpose.

I'm asking Master Lin Tuqiang
to judge on this matter.

Master Peng,
please offer us your advice.

You said your pupils haven't learnt well,
so what else can I say?

Master Peng, your pupils are
always looking for a quarrel.

Stop it!

- Who at your school has been injured?
- No one.

Then be more careful next time.

If you run into my pupils, move aside.
Then you won't be injured.

People may fear you and Lu A-Cai.
But I do not.

Master Tang, let's go.
This is a waste of our time.

Stop it!

Stop!

You two, get out!

Brother He...

Brother Peng, forgive me.

Yangzhong, Renliang,
come here.

In a few days,
there will be a pao competition.

I would like to "arrange" something
for those linked to Lu A-Cai.

- They will not catch any pao.
- Good!

- How many sons does Wong have?
- One, Wong Fei-hung.

Only one?

What a joke.

He knows nothing about kung fu,

but he has spirit,
he would never beg for mercy.

- Ah-Hung.
- Brother Qing.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm...

Come on, let's go.

Brother Qing, I...

What's wrong with you today?

You've always spoken frankly.

As you call me "Brother",
I can take care of your problems.

- You go ahead.
- All right.

I would like to go to the pao competition
with you the day after tomorrow.

No. You can't.

You think it's child's play?

If you're not skilled enough,
you could easily lose your life.

Let me go and watch at least.
I promise not to participate.

No way.

You said you would help me out.

I should've asked Brother Jiang
instead of you.

The answer wouldn't be any different
if you begged your father.

Hey, Ah-Hung!

Wait.

Come on...

Let's go!

Brother Qing!

- A much larger crowd than last year.
- Indeed it is.

- What are you looking at?
- Nothing.

Let's start.

Quiet, please!

Friends and villagers...

Those who aren't involved in the pao
competition, please move aside!

Now, please observe the rules
of this year's competition.

Pay attention!

Ready yourselves!

Got it!

Ah-Hung!

Ah-Hung!

Stop fighting!

Let's collect our pao.

Don't chase them!

You're bleeding?

Move aside, everyone.

- Uncle Kei. Uncle Kei...
- Move aside.

Father...

Don't move.

Two of his ribs are fractured.

- Brother Jiang...
- Back off!

- Qing, we need medicine.
- Yes, Master.

Xiulian, put some ointment on him.
But don't rub it in.

- Help him lie down. Keep him still.
- Yes.

Come, help him in.
And be careful.

Ah-Hung!

- You...
- Don't say it. It's all my fault.

I've brought shame on everyone,

and Brother Lin got injured
because of me.

See?

If we fought,
I wouldn't even be a match for you.

Ah-Hung, since Uncle Kei has refused
to teach you kung fu,

have you tried Master Lu?

I have stood at his door
for long periods every day.

But I haven't dared to ask.

The competition is very dangerous.
You entered it without knowing kung fu.

Why don't you have the courage
to ask Master Lu?

Sister Xiulian, thank you.

I was right.

The future of the Hong School
rests upon him.

Don't let such praise go to his head.

I know about what happened today.

- But I...
- Stop.

Young men will always
be young men.

After you learn kung fu,

you'll have a greater understanding
of the discipline of martial arts.

I shall take you on as my student.

Great. Father and son,
under the same master.

That will be a fine tale in martial circles,
and will be praised by posterity.

Yuan Zheng,
go and bring Keiying here.

But don't tell him what it concerns.

Yes.

How will you thank me?

Hey, I was joking!

Just wait here for your father to arrive.

Uncle Yuan...

Don't worry.
Your father should be happy.

- He won't object.
- I am not worried about that.

Uncle Yuan, when you were here
a few days ago, I was also in the alley.

- Do you remember?
- Yes.

Then someone grabbed me,

and asked if you were looking
for Master Lu.

He seemed very tense.

- Who was it?
- I know him.

He is the blood brother of Peng.
His name is He Fu.

He Fu?

Is that him?

It looks like him.

- Uncle Yuan, this man is...?
- Mind your own business.

Just keep your mind
on practicing kung fu.

Sometimes you react like a child.

Don't bother yourself
with these trivial matters.

It's because of Ah-Hung...

Keiying, I've recently acquired
a new pupil.

Congratulations, Master.
Where is the little brother?

Although he is my pupil,
you can't call him "little brother".

Oh, then it's little sister.

Nonsense!

Come out.

- Father!
- You? But, Master, he...

If you don't have the time
to teach him, then I shall.

Let's see if my skills are still good.

I see, this must be Yuan's plot.

In a few days,
I shall take him into the countryside

to train him for two years.

Can you bear that?

Come here.

Thank the Master for adopting you.

Hey, everyone!
May I have your attention, please?

This year, we won two pao.

Master Lin Tuqiang
didn't get anything,

and he's been barred
from competing for two years.

I believe everyone in Guangzhou now
is talking about how great our master is!

Help yourself.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing. Somebody's looking for me.

I'll go and see.
Enjoy the food.

Help yourself, everyone!

Yuan Zheng.

Zhen Er-hu, you are good at hiding.

And you are good at finding.

Your brother awaits you
in Zhaoxing Jail.

If you want to capture me,
follow me to the forest.

Officer Yuan, your sword skills
have improved a lot.

Your Mei Hua Spear technique
isn't bad either.

Qi gong?

Did you think one year's training
in qi gong

could withstand my Sharp Kick?

Don't look for more trouble
over the pao contest.

Keiying, where's Yuan Zheng?

Master, Yuan Zheng set this up
so we are indebted to you once more.

But now he's vanished without a trace.

Very well, you can all return.

I know what you want to say.

When I see Yuan Zheng,
I'll thank him for you.

I don't know how to thank him.

I'm afraid you'll hate him
when Master trains you too hard.

Brother, what kind of man
is my father? Am I not also capable?

How dare you speak
to your own father like that?

Fei-hung, let's go.

Ah-Hung is so lucky.

Master Lu will give him personal tuition.

Master!

- Master...
- What's the matter?

Dead. Dead.

Ah-Long, your wife is dead?

Is your wife dead?

- Your wife is dead!
- I don't even have a wife.

Ah-Long, what's the matter?

Master Yuan is dead.

- Are you sure Yuan is dead?
- Master, the officer told me that.

He died in the forest.

Uncle Kei, who could have done this?

A robber that he was pursuing.
A person who knows the Sharp Kick.

But with his kung fu skills,

even if he was kicked,
he shouldn't have died like this.

But then...

Something isn't right.

We were good friends.

- After the autopsy, let me bury him.
- Very well.

Unicorn steps.

Squat down and lean forward.

Advance.

Jump kick.

Left kick.

Can't take it anymore?

Master, let's continue.

Enough. We'll continue
the training tomorrow.

Master, what's this for?

Well, this was taken
from the Shaolin Wooden Men Alley.

You are not qualified
for this training yet.

Master, it looks easy.

Wasn't it easy to pass
through Wooden Men Alley in Shaolin?

Master, let me have a try.

Very well.

Master, am I doing it correctly?

Try again.

Master...

You attack but forget to defend.

Stop there.

Master, watch this.

Tiger and crane movements
are from the Hung Style.

It assumes the power, composure,
bravery and fierceness of a tiger.

Look at you.

That doesn't look like Tiger Fist at all,
that's more like Cat Fist!

You should never hold
the intention of injuring others,

but you should always be brave.

If you lack such courage,

you can never be good at Tiger Fist.

- I understand.
- You still don't understand!

I understand.

Let me ask you this:
Yuan has been killed,

and if the killer's kung fu
is better than yours,

what will you do then?

Master, why are you cursing
Uncle Yuan so unnecessarily?

Three months ago,
when we left Guangzhou,

he was struck by a Sharp Kick and died.

- No, Uncle Yuan shouldn't have died.
- Who killed him?

Who killed him?

Who killed him?

Get up!

Master, I just want to ask my father
about Uncle Yuan's death.

Master...

I know who killed Uncle Yuan.

- Who?
- I'm not telling you.

I won't let you take revenge.

I want to personally avenge Uncle Yuan!

Fine.

But wait till your kung fu is better.

How will I know?

There's no end to kung fu.

When you fight with me,
I'll use one hand from now on.

When you can make this pouch drop,
then you'll be ready.

- Can I use a weapon?
- Which weapon?

- The staff.
- Fine.

You realize that our school puts
emphasis on the fist and the staff.

The staff is seven feet long.

The power is lodged within
the three inches at the head of the stick.

You must use the staff to draw circles
to train your eyes and reflexes,

so that you can attack
and defend at will.

If your skills are lacking
and you make a mistake...

The fifth day into training
and you still break so many dishes.

Master, how long did you train
with the staff?

From dishes to bowls.

And then to wine bowls.

I spent ten months.

But your Uncle Hong Xiguan
only spent eight months.

He was extremely talented.

But I've only trained for five days.

Strike the drum!

Stop! We won't be performing
the lion dance this year.

Why?

Because Master Lu is not here,
and Uncle Kei is away on a business trip.

What's your concern?

Peng and his men
are always looking for trouble.

My wound has just healed.

So we won't perform
the lion dance this year.

How about kowtowing to them
and begging for forgiveness?

Silence!

Don't you remember
what Master Lu told you when he left?

"Don't cause any trouble," he said.
So pack up!

I would...

Fine! What's the big deal?

What are you doing? You've stepped
beyond your territory. You're too much!

Too much?

You couldn't even grab any pao.

You wouldn't dare perform
the lion dance, right?

Hey, where's Lin Tuqiang?
Can't he even stand up yet?

Don't touch me!

Right. You shouldn't touch him.

You should...

Get them!

Stop fighting!

Come here!

Who gave you permission to fight?

Look, they're scared!

They know how to behave
themselves now.

Stop.

Big brother...

It's no use even calling
for the grand master.

- Let's go!
- Get lost!

Perform the lion dance!

Follow me!

Come back!

I wish my Master good health.

Master, come on!

All right.

Not bad. Not bad.

Master, I still have a long way to go.

Ah-Hung...

Kung fu cannot be learned
in a couple of years.

You may feel that you've attained
something after two years.

But after 20 years of study...

you'll realize that you still have
a long way to go.

At present, you acknowledge
that you are not so good after all,

and that's the beginning of success.

Stop!

Ah-Hung, do you remember

how long I devoted
to practicing with the staff?

Ten months.

- How about you?
- Nine months.

I've lived up to your expectations.

Over these past months...

...why haven't you ambushed me?

Master, the more I learn,
the more I realize I can't depend on luck.

Before I'm totally ready,
it will be futile to test my skills.

This young man is worthy of tuition.

Deadly Thrust.

Again!

Ah-Hung...

Master?

You haven't seen your father
for more than two years.

Don't you wish to go home?

Yes.

I can't ever achieve my goal
of forcing you to use both hands.

Ah-Hung, you're afraid that
forcing me to use both hands

will make you feel regret.

Because you think it means
that I'm old and useless.

- Master, that's not what I meant.
- I know that's what you're thinking.

Ah-Hung, when I took you as my pupil,

I was hoping you would enhance
and glorify the school.

Do you really think I'd be upset?

You're wrong. I'd be very happy.

Ah-Hung, you realize that in kung fu,
there's no place for luck.

And you must also care
about your opponent's feelings.

This is the virtue of martial arts.

It's more precious than
your advancement in kung fu.

When you defeat someone
with kung fu,

you only conquer him physically,
not mentally.

Moreover, if you're considerate of him,
and you are just and reasonable,

your opponent will be
sincerely convinced and yield.

This is the quintessence of kung fu.

"More forgiveness, less aggression."

Ah-Hung, you must keep
these four words firmly in your mind.

Yes. Master, I will.

Stand up.

Ah-Hung, I don't feel old at all.

- Come.
- Master!

Master...

Yuan Zheng can rest in peace now.

THE TOMB OF BROTHER YUAN ZHENG

What are you looking at?
Don't you recognize me?

Yes, but you look different.

Nonsense.

Ah-Long... go to Peng's
martial arts school for me.

Right... we should settle
our differences.

Over the past two years,
they've pissed us all off!

Who said I was looking for a fight?

Go there and look for He Fu.

But you'd better not let
anyone see you.

When you meet He Fu,
just tell him:

It is known what happened
in the forest.

In the forest, someone awaits you.

"It is known what happened in the forest.
In the forest, someone awaits you."

Hurry. But don't mention my name.
Talk to no one.

Who's there? Show yourself.

And you are?

I'm one of the pupils of Master Yuan,
who died by your Sharp Kick.

- It's just you?
- Yes.

And I've told no one.

What's your plan?

You're the robber that
Officer Yuan was pursuing.

I shall send you to prison for him.

We'll see.

The Eight Diagram Staff Style?

A remnant of Shaolin.

If you want to get me,
come for me!

"More forgiveness, less aggression."

Ah-Hung, you must keep
these four words firmly in mind.

Master, Uncle He has been arrested.

Stop.

- Is it true?
- Yes, sir, it's true.

His surname is not He.

He is called Zhen Er-hu,
and he's a murderer and robber.

Master, we didn't know
these facts about him before.

But please don't worry. I'll ask my father
to take care of everything.

There's no need. I admired his kung fu,
so I addressed him as "blood brother".

He hasn't committed any crime here,
so I shall not get involved.

Officer Yuan, who died in the forest
two years ago, was actually killed by him.

He was arrested in the forest today.

- But who could compete with his kung fu?
- Wong Fei-hung.

Ah-Hung, you haven't been home at all.
I have no clue where you've been.

There'll be a pao competition
in a few days.

This year, I should help
Brother Jiang to win.

And what's happening with Peng?

Officials have confirmed
who He Fu really is,

but what else can he do?
It's unlikely he'd defend a robber.

Of course not.
Peng would never do that.

But I know him well.
He detests you.

Ah-Hung, it's easy to dodge an open attack
but difficult to escape a hidden one.

I heard that they'll pick on us
in this year's competition.

But there's no reason to be scared.

Peng will recruit anyone as his pupil.

He is headstrong, opinionated
and very defensive.

That's how he is.

But he's a man of great accomplishment
in the martial arts.

As matters have reached this point...

...to make him suffer loss again
will only fuel his hatred even more.

Ah-Hung,
have you any thoughts on this?

- Have you talked to anyone about this?
- No, sir.

The workers at the blacksmith's
don't know who ordered it.

Close the door.

All of you, over here!

This is the Iron Ruler.

It's used mainly for hitting the shins.

Be quick and forceful with it.

Use it against all those
connected with Lu A-Cai.

Yangzhong, come over here.

You lead a team using the Iron Rulers
to fight Wong Fei-hung.

Renliang, you lead
the other group against Lin.

I want to make sure
they won't get any pao this year.

What are you...?

Give it to me!

Sesame oil.

Quiet, please!

Quiet, please!

May I have your attention, please?

All those who are not participants
in the competition, please stand aside.

Please observe the rules
of the competition.

Number one:
don't cause any trouble or fight.

Number two: no hidden weapons.

Number three: no brawling
or hurting others intentionally.

Number four: grabbing the pao
that have been taken is forbidden.

Offenders will be forbidden to take part
in the competition for three years.

Now, get ready!

Form two circles.

Everyone, go!

Catch it!

- Charge at the pao!
- Move it!

Roll forwards!

No fighting!

Brother, take it!

Brother Qing!

I've got it! I've got it!

- I've got the pao!
- We've got the pao!

Let's go!

I've got the pao!

If you can conquer their mind,
there lies the real victory.

If he suffers loss one more time,
it will just cause more resentment.

Ah-Hung, have you considered this?

Stop fighting!

Please.

The world of martial arts
is like one large happy family.

No need for formalities.

Your son is righteous and courageous.

Master Peng,
don't praise him too much.

He could learn some lessons from you.

I always remind them that martial artists
should have strong moral discipline.

Do you agree, Master Peng?

Absolutely.

Did you hear what Uncle Kei said?

My pupils were carrying hidden weapons
in this year's pao competition.

- It was all my idea.
- Let's speak of this no more, Master Peng.

No. I have to punish myself.

Master Peng!