The Grandmaster Page #2

I'm humbled, Uncle Deng.

It's nothing at all.

Don't mention it.

Please.

On behalf of the ladies

and staff, congratulations.

That's quite a battle formation.

Sister San heads our Peking Opera troupe.

She dabbles in Bagua.

She'd like to offer a few pointers.

Please.

After you.

Bagua is based on swordplay.

Single reverse palm is a single blade.

Double reverse palm is a double blade.

The feet arc out and in.

There are 64 transformations.

Attack comes out of nowhere.

Sister San, it's just practice.

No need to smash the ancestral tablets.

I've done that many times before.

No big deal.

Mr Ip, Bagua is underhanded.

Beware.

Thank you.

Ah, Mr Ip.

Today is a happy day.

We in Accounts wish you well.

Xingyi began with General Yue Fei.

It uses the fist as a spear.

Drill

Chop

Cross

Blast

Crush

Such sensitivity - impressive!

That Crushing Fist is quite something.

Mr Ip,

each challenge leads to a higher peak.

Xingyi is brutal.

Don't underestimate it.

Let's see how high the peaks get.

Hmm. This will be fun.

My turn now, Master Ip.

And what have you got for me, Yong?

A string of firecrackers.

That move, isn't that Hung Gar?

I'm a jack of all trades.

You do mix it up.

What's wrong with that?

So long as it works.

The 64 Hands have endless combinations.

Your Wing Chun is a three-trick pony.

Spade, Pin, Sheath.

How can it compete?

Three's enough to take care of you.

Yong, your fireworks have fizzled.

What of it? I'm an old man.

Youth trumps skill.

He might be a grandmaster,

but don't hold back.

You'd better win.

This has been a real privilege.

To victory!

Good luck.

Every generation produces new talent.

Mr Ip, we were fated to meet.

For my final contest

I suggest we match wits,

not skill.

Do you accept?

As our guest,

it's up to you.

When our Union was founded 25 years ago,

a man came from the South.

He offered a challenge.

He held out a flat cake

and asked our Master to break.

Our Master wasn't offended.

He even named the man our first chairman.

It wasn't because of his kungfu

but what he said -

Kungfu divides into North and South.

Must the country divide as well?

That man was also from Foshan -

Ip Yun-biu.

He was a great man.

Today,

meeting another Mr Ip,

I will ask that same question.

Mr Ip,

can you break this cake in my hand?

A Tai Chi master kept a bird from flying

by giving it no perch

from which to fly.

The Old Master's skill is too great.

Mr Ip is a sparrow in his palm.

I don't think he can do it.

The world is a big place.

Why limit it to North and South?

It holds you back.

To you,

this cake is the country.

To me it's much more.

Break from what you know

and you will know more.

If the Southern arts go far,

what boundary is the North?

Would you agree?

Well said.

All my life, I've been the victor.

My technique has never failed me.

I never thought I'd see

the limits of my own vision.

Mr Ip,

today I've made you famous.

In future,

you'll face challenges at every step.

I hope you'll be like me.

Pass on the torch.

Never give up the faith.

Keep the light burning.

Miss Gong, you mustn't do this.

The Gongs have never been defeated.

I will redeem our honor.

Give this to Ip. He'll understand.

I have no chance

to be as great as Father.

It wasn't my choice.

But I'll make my mark.

Go.

Tonight, following Northern custom,

the winner will host a banquet.

Neither Ip Man nor I will attend.

You'll represent me.

Don't worry.

I'll do the right thing.

Let's go!

Of Master Gong's martial arts,

Ma San inherited the steel

and his daughter the silk.

She is the sole heir to the 64 Hands.

Her moves are deadly.

In booking the whole place first,

she forces your hand.

Don't underrate Gong Er.

The Martial World has four taboos:

monks, Taoist priests, women and children.

Grappling with them is a bad idea.

She's gone to so much trouble -

how could I not accept?

Three days ago,

my father sat here.

Tonight,

it's between us.

Please.

Pity about the lovely decor.

Kungfu is about precision.

If anything gets broken,

you win.

Mr Ip,

I showed you the 64 Hands

so that you'd know

the world is a big place.

Kungfu isn't just charging forward.

Look behind you as well.

I hope that's enough of a clue.

It went your way this time.

Who knows what

next time will bring.

Come.

I'll be waiting.

Take care.

I dream of seeing the 64 Hands

again in the snow.

I'm waiting. What's keeping you?

Does it fit?

Does Foshan get this cold?

You look lovely.

Let's take a family photo.

October 1938. Foshan fell to the Japanese.

In October 1938,

the Japanese invaded Foshan.

Their army took over our home.

If life has four seasons,

we went from spring straight to winter.

I'll be back with dinner.

Help me prosper?

Rescue me from poverty?

I've never been poor in my life.

The country's in crisis

and everyone is suffering.

To be poor is no big deal.

I'd rather starve

than eat Japanese rice.

I won't collaborate.

I have plenty of friends.

They'll help me through.

Enjoy your dinner.

You won't find those friends here,

only collaborators.

We had a dinner just now.

These are the leftovers.

If it's not beneath you,

take them back to your family.

How can I accept?

Dirty money paid for it.

No point in waste. We're old friends.

You're most welcome.

They're brand new.

I was going to the Northeast.

But that's impossible now.

Sell them and I can feed my family.

Why is there a button missing?

Is there?

Must've dropped off.

I began studying kungfu at seven.

Before I turned forty,

I was never beaten.

When that happened,

It was life that dealt the blows.

In eight years of war

I lost everything.

Money,

friends...

China will never die!

Girls obey their Madam.

Gangsters obey their boss.

Our boss was Sun Yat-sen

We followed his orders.

We Southerners have fire in our bellies

and a sense of honour.

Only cowards fear the Japs.

I'll kill any I see!

in a Japanese bombardment.

Collaborators took over the Gold Pavilion.

Finally, I lost my family.

Ip Man lost two daughters in the war.

No one move!

Where are you going? Show your IDs!

Hurry.

IDs!

Where are you going? IDs!

Halt!

1939. Traveling to Northwest University

Gong Er meets The Razor,

a Nationalist agent.

1940. Ma San collaborates with the Japanese,

taking an official post in

the puppet government.

Do you remember what I taught you?

Yes.

Never put yourself first,

show respect.

There's always someone better.

To yield is not to lose.

Master, you have taught me

to be modest

and know my place.

I took you in as an orphan.

You brought

credit to our school.

Let's go over

my supreme move.

The Old Monkey Hangs up his Badge.

Have you practiced it?

Yes.

You know the key to it?

I was never told.

It's looking back in reflection.

It's not the upward move,

but the turning back.

Understand what I'm saying?

A warrior molds himself to the times.

What if

I can't turn back?

Then the Gong Family legacy

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