Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

"Where am I?"

Chen Wen felt a wave of confusion wash over him, and at the same time, a foul odor filled his nostrils.

This made him cough violently a few times.

Ignoring his headache, he hurriedly tried to open his eyes to see what had happened.

But when he saw his surroundings, he was completely stunned.

He should have been at home reading novels.

Various chivalrous heroes leap across rooftops and uphold justice, and there are all sorts of stories about sword fights and chivalry in the martial arts world...

But now, he's in a low, cramped cell!

What's going on?

I was just reading a novel at home, how did I end up in this prison cell out of nowhere?

Chen Wen was completely baffled.

And it wasn't just him; there were several other people locked up in the cell.

These people all had ashen faces and sunken eyes, as if they had been starving for a long time.

Their attire was also incredibly strange: tattered undershirts and mandarin jackets, worn-out cloth shoes—a look straight out of the last century.

Are you making a movie?

Something is wrong!

These people were not only dressed in rags, but several of them also appeared to have wounds and sores on their bodies.

Some were squatting on the ground, while others were lying in the weeds.

With vacant eyes and a face full of despair and misery, how could an extra's acting skills be so good?

Chen Wen couldn't understand it.

Besides these suspected criminals...

Several figures were loitering outside the fence.

They were all dark brown-skinned, dressed fairly neatly, with large knives at their waists, and looked fierce and menacing.

From afar, a pungent smell of body odor could be heard.

They looked just like people from some kind of wilderness or jungle!

"A Southeast Asian? Wait a minute! When did I go abroad?"

Chen Wen was increasingly confused.

What kind of show is this? There are even Southeast Asians acting as jailers?

At this point, even the slowest person would have realized that things had gone terribly wrong.

Chen Wen quickly probed by asking the other people in the cell.

"Excuse me, can someone tell me where I am? And what's going on here?"

in the crowd.

A fat man looked up, his face filled with utter misery and sorrow:

"Are you some rich kid? You're dressed so strangely. But it doesn't matter anymore, we've all been captured and are being sent to the Golden Triangle like 'coolies,' we're all doomed!"

"Piglets? The Golden Triangle!"

Chen Wen was stunned when he heard these words.

A series of pieces of information flashed through my mind instantly.

Drug lords, warlords, human skin trade, black market for organs... all the terrifying words I'd ever seen in the news came flooding back.

However, this is the old name; people are generally familiar with another name.

Myawaddy!

It's a veritable hellhole on earth; if you go in as a whole, you can only come out by being divided into several parts.

Finished!

Although he didn't achieve anything great, he was still a fine young man. How did he end up stepping into this hellish place?

What's going on?

Wasn't he at home? He wasn't scammed, was he? And he didn't greedily court disaster.

How did I end up here?

Call the police? Where's my phone? Call for help? Who should I call?

Putting aside the fact that he is just an ordinary person with no power or influence, and that asking for help might not necessarily get him saved, the problem now is that there is simply no way to ask for help!

Just then.

Bang! Crash!

A series of muffled thuds and the sound of something breaking came from outside.

There were also bursts of panicked screams and the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a series of figures rushed in!

Those people were also wearing T-shirts and mandarin jackets, but they were all strong and capable, carrying knives, guns, and clubs, and they fought with the Southeast Asians.

and.

Chen Wen saw it all: some people had their teeth knocked out and were spitting out blood; others had been slashed by large knives, their flesh rolled back, and blood gushed out.

Some people had even fallen to the ground, their eyes wide open, but their eyes had already lost their light.

He's obviously dead!

The pungent smell of blood, the stench of the prison, and the stench of the people all mingled together, making him feel nauseous.

At this moment, Chen Wen was absolutely certain that this was not a movie shoot!

Could it be that I am just like those characters in novels?

crossed?

It's one thing to be transmigrated and passively become a Runren, but why are the time and place all wrong?

If it were in China, you could go to Qinman Courtyard, or find a fat guy in Panjiayuan to raid tombs, or at the very least become a tout.

But the starting point is the Golden Triangle, which is a dead end!

I wonder if there's any chance to start over?

Chen Wen panicked and started having wild thoughts.

"A fight has broken out! Someone has broken in!"

"They're our fellow Chinese! Our compatriots!"

Suddenly, a series of exclamations rang out from inside the cell. The voices were hoarse and tinged with sobs, but they were filled with excitement and joy.

It seems like I recognize those people who broke in.

A glimmer of light appeared in the eyes of those prisoners who had been numb, as if they had found a way out of their desperate situation!

Chen Wen didn't understand anything.

But one person looked like a Southeast Asian, and the other was his own compatriot. Of course, he trusted his own people more!

He quickly grabbed the fat man:

"What's going on? Who are those people outside?"

Fatty was also beaming with excitement, seemingly eager to share his joy, and quickly offered an explanation:

"It's 'they'! The heroes who saved people!"

"It is said that their kung fu skills are all extremely high, especially the leader, Dui Zhun, who is a great hero and a grandmaster!"

"Brother Tangshan!"

Brother Tangshan?!

Chen Wen's heart trembled violently. This name... this name... could it be...?

Before he could even react, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Ah...da!"

The sound was so unique.

A thunderous event, piercing through clouds and splitting rocks!

It was clearly coming from outside, yet it possessed unparalleled penetrating power, instantly drowning out all the noise!

It sounded like a dragon's roar!

It makes people's blood boil.

Immediately afterwards!

One of the Southeast Asian men guarding the door was suddenly sent flying backwards!

His body was curled up in a ball, as if he had been subjected to some extremely terrible attack.

However, Chen Wen was in no mood to gloat.

He just stared wide-eyed at the door.

A young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers strode into the cell.

The man wasn't particularly burly, but he possessed a unique air of authority as he walked.

I casually wiped my nose.

He was just standing there, yet he exuded an air of dominance over the world!

When Chen Wen saw that figure, his pupils contracted sharply, and all his thoughts stopped.

Looking at that familiar face!

That unique spirit! That iconic voice!

It slipped out unconsciously.

"Brother Long!"

Bruce Lee? No! It's Tang Lung! The living, breathing Tang Lung!

He really time-traveled!

And I even saw Brother Long!

Ignoring everything else, Chen Wen rushed to the front of the fence to try and get a better look at the person.

But just then!

A crisis suddenly struck!

Several Southeast Asians, who had been terrified by Tang Long, were enraged upon hearing the prisoners' cheers.

They dared not approach Tang Long, but suddenly turned around, broke their chains, and rushed into the cell!

Clearly, they wanted to kill to vent their anger and take a few people down with them before they died!

With a whoosh!

A flash of light illuminated the dimly lit cell, slashing directly at the fat guy who had just been talking to Chen Wen!

"Ah! Help!"

The fat man was so frightened that he kept backing away, but those Southeast Asians were too fast, and he had no time to escape!

He was about to die under the enemy's broadsword.

"not good!"

Chen Wen didn't have time to think.

I instinctively reached out and pulled him up.

A flash of white light appeared, grazing the fat man's stomach and cleaving his tattered shirt in two.

but!

His stomach is perfectly fine, not even a scratch!

"You dodged it!"

Everyone else was startled and turned pale.

Especially the fat guy, whose face was covered in sweat.

He was clearly quite frightened.

"Thank goodness..."

Chen Wen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the bad thing is...

His actions directly brought him great trouble!

Those Southeast Asians all looked at him and charged at him with strange cries!

"Young man, get out of the way!"

"Run!"

The crowd shouted in panic, but the prison cell was only so big, where could they hide?

Finished!

Chen Wen is just an ordinary person; he doesn't even know how to fight.

What's more, they were facing a group of fierce and cruel Southeast Asians armed with weapons!

The heroes outside who were rescuing people were also blocked by the fence and could not rush in in time.

Dead!

At this critical moment.

【Ding! 】

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind!

[The "Heaven Rewards Diligence" system has been activated! Bound to the sole host: Chen Wen!]

[Host detected observing legendary martial artist 'Tang Long' in battle! Intense energy fluctuations! Meets system activation criteria!]

[...Dynamic capture in progress...Muscle trajectory analysis in progress...Force transmission simulation in progress...]

[Ding! Analysis successful!]

[Congratulations, host! You have mastered the Golden Dragon Fist (LV1: 1/100)!]