Marvel Martial Arts

Chapter 1 Sea King Ye Wen
"You may not know what it means to swim from China to the United States with only your body."

"We generally only use two words to describe this kind of person: Neptune!"

"I often say a word, back then Sun Wukong could fight for hundreds of thousands of miles! I, Ye Wen, swam from China to the United States with only my body, it was not a problem!"

In the evening, Ye Wen was surrounded by a group of children, all of whom were carrying schoolbags. They didn't go home after school, just to listen to Ye Wen's bragging.

But the good times are always short-lived. Ye Wen hadn't finished playing the latest brilliance when the bell rang in the street.

The children said goodbye to each other and were going home for dinner.

"If you have a chance, you can come to the martial arts hall to sign up and learn. Wing Chun Ye Wen, children are not deceived, as long as 9.8, lore and take home!"

Ye Wen stood up from the ground, posing with Bruce Lee's signature poss.

"Don't worry, Brother Ye Wen, we will definitely come next year." Locke, a black kid with braids, turned around and shouted.

"It's clearly agreed to be next year, next year after next year, next year after next year, and next year after next year, three years have passed, brother!"

"Next year!" A group of children shouted, and then ran straight across the road.

"Be careful! Watch the car!" Ye Wen yelled, watched the group of children leave safely, and walked towards home with a slight smile.

His home is the "small martial arts hall" behind him.

In fact, the martial arts hall is not small, but the name is small martial arts hall.

Ye Wen didn't know what his father Ye Beitian was thinking when he founded this martial arts gym.

This martial arts gym has been open for more than ten years.

But after the death of Ye Wen's father Ye Beitian three years ago, the martial arts business plummeted.

And the reason is.

The real Ye Wen was actually beaten to death by the surrounding gangsters three years ago because of his bravery and ruthlessness.

And the current Ye Wen is actually a college student who traveled from the earth in 2019, and he still studies liberal arts.

Apart from playing well in League of Legends, there is really nothing to show for it.

Basically nothing.

High school knowledge is almost forgotten.

English is also what he has learned in the past three years while pretending to have amnesia, and he can't teach Wing Chun at all.

Although he worked hard to learn Wing Chun for three years.

But it can only deal with one or two small bums, and it can't be called strong at all.

The only thing he can do and insist on doing is to start a business.

I want to sell some Chinese specialties in the United States, but I have been repeatedly defeated.

He is too unfamiliar with the United States in this period, especially in the war years, so he has no way to start.

But recently he had a new idea, planning to open a stall for roasting gluten.

After Ye Beitian passed away, the original disciples left one after another.

Soon Ye Wen was the only one left in the martial arts gym.

Fortunately, the martial arts gym left by Ye Beitian is considered real estate, and with some original savings, it is not a problem for Ye Wen to support himself.

Chatting with these children is one of the few happy moments for him.

In three years, he has almost lost hope of returning to the original world.

It was not bad to live like this.

But just five days ago, thieves broke into his house.

Moreover, three of them entered at a time, stealing money openly and aboveboard!

He even suspected that someone was deliberately targeting them.

Relying on the physical fitness left by his predecessor and the foundation of three years of martial arts, he caught one.

But a large part of the family property was still taken away.

There was no news after calling the police. The police here are not reliable at all.

So he's running out of money!

This also made Ye Wen occasionally want to revitalize the martial arts school!
The world right now is the United States during World War II. During the war season, there is a large demand for talents with high combat effectiveness.

If only he could trade his bragging skills for real Wing Chun.

Re-opening this martial arts gym and making a fortune in silence is simply lore, but it is a pity that it cannot be replaced.

Now even kids know he's unreliable, let alone young lads who want to serve their country.

Ye Wen shook his head and sighed, and walked home helplessly.

"Wow!"

Suddenly a voice sounded.

"Isn't this Mr. Ye Wen? Chinese Kungfu, Wing Chun Ye Wen! But I heard that you were patronized by thieves a few days ago. How are you doing? Do you want to do it again?"

Little Mike, a young white man with a mohawk-like head, came from not far away, laughing exaggeratedly, shaking his head and posing in an unorthodox Wing Chun pose, with a mocking face, followed by two big men, looking Very arrogant.

Ye Wen immediately frowned. He naturally knew this little Mike. Even the death of Ye Wen and Ye Beitian had a lot to do with the black snake gang behind him.

Ye Beitian is a true warrior, a chivalrous man.

He punishes the evil and promotes the good, eliminates the strong and helps the weak, and has done a lot of things to offend the Black Snake Gang.

Three years ago, Ye Wen was murdered by a group of members of the Black Snake Gang precisely because of conflicts with this little Mike and a few other people.

After all, martial arts has its limitations. No matter how good Ye Wen was at fighting three years ago, he was no match for four with two fists, let alone all with bad hands.

"Are you happy? What do you mean?" The other party's words made Ye Wen narrow his eyes, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes, and anger filled his eyes, "You did what happened to my family?"

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Little Mike smiled constipatedly, his eyes and nose squeezed together, and he looked at the two tall and burly brothers behind him, showing a very surprised expression.

"How smart! Look, how smart is our Mr. Ye Wen? You can think of it all, and I'll say that he is not the idiot and low energy you think, right? Haha! Hahahaha..."

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha..." The two younger brothers also laughed, and the entrance of the small martial arts hall was filled with a happy atmosphere.

The only one who was not happy was Ye Wen, with his ashen face, he asked, "What do you mean?"

Little Mike put away his smile: "Dear Xiao Yewen, do we still need to speak so clearly between us? Now that your father's apprentices have been confiscated, such a good place has been left for you for so long, my Brothers are very opinionated."

Ye Wen looked at the opponent's face, and immediately wanted to punch him.

But he also knew that he could not be the opponent of these three people, so he could only endure it.

"If you don't want more and worse things to happen in the future, then move away. Our Black Snake Gang wants this place!"

Little Mike stepped forward, reached out and patted Ye Wen's face lightly, then left with a warning look in his eyes, and left directly.

Ye Wen stood at the door for a long time, and when it was getting dark, he turned and walked into the martial arts hall.

He turned on the light and sat in the antique lobby, looking at the decoration and furniture full of ancient Chinese charm, feeling a little angry in his heart.

This martial arts gym is not just a paradise created by Ye Beitian exhaustively.

It is also the only place where Ye Wen can feel the warmth of home since he traveled to this strange world.

"Why? Why do you want me to travel here? No system, no grandpa, no 100 yuan..."

"I'm a good college student, why did I come to this place to suffer this kind of grievance..."

"Is it because I snatched tickets to the Avengers IV premiere and fell asleep in my seat?"

Ye Wen supported his forehead and sighed, but immediately raised his head, thinking: "Call the police later, although it's not very useful, but it can delay some time, even if you can only give up the house in the end, you should take as much as possible with you." Take some benefits."

But at this moment, an electronically synthesized voice suddenly appeared.

"The system of the All-heaven Martial Arts has been bound, the host is requested to explore by himself."

Ye Wen raised his head all of a sudden.

"All Heavens Martial Arts System?"

"The heavens?"

"Martial arts?"

"system?"

"The starting point novels do not deceive me!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help cheering up: "Now...it seems that there is no need to call the police!"

(End of this chapter)