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

Chapter 144 If I die, will all you do is guard my grave?

A force of two thousand men! The Jing'an Battalion!

This is quite a large undertaking.

Chen Wen instantly understood that Nalan Yuanshu, though seemingly generous, harbored malicious intentions.

This guy controlled officials, supplies, money, and even military personnel.

So, does this army belong to him or Nalan Yuanshu?

Moreover, once Nalan Yuanshu takes control of this army, could he use it to gradually intervene and control the pharmaceutical factory?

Sure enough, all the officials in the Qing court were cut from the same cloth.

It's just a pity that no matter how well you plan, you'll lose your life in no time. What's the point then?

Chen Wen sneered inwardly, but feigned surprise and delight, turning to Huang Feihong: "Brother Huang! Did you hear that? Lord Nalan is so kind!"

"From this day forward, our militia will be officially the Imperial Guard's Jing'an Camp!"

"We must not fail in your kindness, sir. We must quickly establish the Jing'an Battalion and train it into an elite force, living up to your expectations!"

Huang Feihong was initially taken aback, but then he suddenly realized what was happening.

Jing'an Camp? A government-organized unit?

Doesn't this mean that their Blood Flag Army now has the right to operate openly and legally recruit soldiers on land?

Lin Shirong and Liang Kuan then traveled between the coast and the inland.

Even the recruitment and training of personnel now have an open cover!

More importantly, if the Jing'an Camp could really station two thousand troops in and around Foshan.

So, who will Foshan and even the surrounding counties listen to in the future?

Huang Feihong instantly understood Chen Wen's true purpose in making this request. He quickly stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to Nalan Yuanshu, and said, "Your Excellency's kindness is something that Huang and the brothers of the militia will never forget! We will certainly do our utmost to serve you, protecting the territory and ensuring the safety of the people!"

Nalan Yuanshu felt secretly pleased as he watched the two men express their gratitude.

He felt that he had made a brilliant move.

I'm telling you to recruit soldiers and build up your forces, but in the end, it's all just to benefit me.

He put on a nonchalant expression and casually waved his hand, saying, "I've already said we're brothers, why be so formal? This is all for the sake of serving the court, it's just my duty."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze falling on Wong Fei-hung with a hint of inexplicable hostility: "By the way, Master Wong. I have long heard of your exceptional martial arts skills, and you are widely recognized as the best in Foshan."

"I am also a martial arts practitioner. I wonder if I would have the honor of witnessing Master Huang's unique skills today?"

Huang Feihong was taken aback upon hearing this.

Is this a martial arts contest? Is it a test of skill, or simply a battle of wits between martial artists?

He subconsciously looked at Chen Wen.

Chen Wen, of course, understood Nalan Yuanshu's true purpose.

In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second!

Nalan Yuanshu always believed that he possessed unparalleled martial arts skills and held a superior position as he was in charge of military affairs in the Guangdong and Guangxi regions.

Huang Feihong, the number one in Foshan, would have been fine if he had just stayed in Foshan.

But this guy actually came to Guangcheng.

Can two tigers share one mountain?

This guy has become competitive.

Chen Wen smiled slightly and said, "Brother Huang, since Lord Nalan is in the mood to give pointers, you might as well accompany him to stretch his muscles."

"Just remember, this is just a friendly exchange; stop when you've made your point and never let it damage the harmony."

Wong Fei-hung immediately understood.

Chen Wen meant that he was willing to take action, but he shouldn't reveal his true strength.

He immediately clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother Chen is right. Then—I will ask Lord Nalan for your guidance."

Nalan Yuanshu noticed the subtle interaction between the two, and that strange feeling in his heart resurfaced.

Huang Feihong was the most respected man in Foshan, and his family background was even more distinguished.

They actually have to wait for Chen Wen's expression before agreeing?

Just because the other person is a skilled doctor and owns a factory?

This master-servant relationship seemed even clearer and—peculiar—than he had anticipated.

However, at this moment he was more consumed by the competitive spirit of a martial artist.

"good!"

Nalan Yuanshu cast aside his doubts, a competitive glint flashing in his eyes.

"Then please, Master Huang, move to the training ground!"

The group arrived at the training ground.

The area was quite open, with weapons racks on both sides displaying gleaming swords, spears, and halberds.

But unlike the training grounds of ordinary martial arts schools or military camps, there were many bamboo poles of varying heights and several large vats filled with water.

A long, coarse cloth was draped between the bamboo frames, swaying slightly in the wind, which looked rather strange.

Nalan Yuanshu took off his outer robe, revealing a tight-fitting outfit underneath. He stretched a few times, looked at Huang Feihong, and gestured to the weapon rack: "Master Huang, please choose any weapon that suits you. Or, shall we settle this with our fists and feet?"

Remembering Chen Wen's instruction to stop short of causing serious injury, Huang Feihong glanced at the swords and knives, feeling that using these sharp weapons would make it easier to miss, and said, "Then—let's use a stick."

Nalan Yuanshu's eyes lit up: "The staff is the ancestor of all weapons, and it is the greatest test of one's foundation. Master Huang is indeed extraordinary."

"Then I'll use a stick too, and I'll get a chance to learn the essence of Master Huang's stick techniques!"

Huang Feihong opened his mouth, as if to say that he had just chosen randomly and not intentionally.

Nalan Yuanshu said no more.

With a low shout, he moved with the staff, his move getting straight to the point, the wind whistling as he struck Huang Feihong's core!

It came on fiercely.

Without the slightest hint of politeness or probing, it was precisely the starting stance of the Four Gates Staff Technique in the army.

It emphasizes offense over defense, and its power is immense!

Huang Feihong dared not be negligent. He twisted his waist and turned his wrist, using his long stick to deflect and guide the opponent.

It uses the "Wind-Swaying Lotus Leaf" technique from Shaolin staff fighting, which combines strength and softness to deflect the opponent's fierce force, allowing the body to move freely.

He kept Chen Wen's instructions in mind and was unwilling to reveal too much of his strength.

They adopt a more defensive stance, using their staff techniques to create a smooth and continuous motion, protecting their entire body.

Nalan Yuanshu, however, was unforgiving once he gained power.

The Four Gates Staff Technique is unleashed, with each strike—chopping, sweeping, thrusting, and picking—ruthless and powerful.

The sticks whistled through the air, occasionally sweeping across the bamboo pole frames at the edge of the field, snapping them in mid-air.

The heavy stick slammed into the ground, leaving a shallow crater in the compacted mud, raising clouds of dust.

Huang Feihong only defended and did not attack.

He appeared rather flustered under Nalan Yuanshu's relentless onslaught, his several parries were somewhat strained, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly.

Seeing this, the guards standing on the sidelines couldn't help but whisper among themselves, "The lord is indeed formidable! Look at that aura!"

"Number one in Foshan? I think it's nothing special—"

"That's right, they were completely dominated and beaten by the adults."

Chen Wen stood to the side, his expression calm, as if he didn't care about who was winning or losing in the arena.

Actually, I was already overjoyed inside.

[Ding! Observing the actual combat between Huang Feihong and Nalan Yuanshu! Analysis in progress — Simulating power generation techniques — Recording footwork trajectory —]

[Analysis successful! Congratulations, host, you have mastered: Four Gates Staff Technique (LV1: 1/100)!]

[Analysis successful! Congratulations, host, you have mastered: Shaolin Staff Technique (LV1: 1/100)!]

[Continuing to observe — Four-Gate Staff Technique Proficiency +1 — Shaolin Staff Technique Proficiency +1 —]

System notifications kept popping up, and I learned a new stick technique!

Just then.

Nalan Yuanshu suddenly withdrew his staff, leaped back two steps, stood with his staff in hand, his brows furrowed, his face no longer showing the sharpness he had just displayed, but instead carrying obvious dissatisfaction and scrutiny.

"Master Huang, as the head instructor of the militia, renowned throughout Guangdong and Guangxi, is your ability—only this much?"

Huang Feihong was taken aback, put away his stick and stood still, unsure how to respond.

Nalan Yuanshu stared at him, his gaze sharp: "You refuse to show your true abilities because you think I'm not worthy to fight you with my full strength? Or—"

His gaze swept over Chen Wen on the sidelines, seemingly unintentionally, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.

"Why has Master Huang been glancing at Brother Chen so frequently since just now?"

"Does that mean I have to obey Brother Chen's orders in everything?"

Wong Fei-hung was speechless after being asked that question.

His martial arts skills were certainly not limited to this; he was even confident that he could defeat the Nine Gates Admiral in front of him.

But he had too many concerns.

They were afraid that revealing their true martial arts style would arouse suspicion, and that it would disrupt Chen Wen's plans.

They were even more afraid of ruining their grand plan!

This hesitation and restraint is what made him fight so frustratingly.

Chen Wen also frowned slightly.

He instantly understood Huang Feihong's thoughts, but this was completely wrong!

He is indeed the leader of the Blood Flag Army and its core, but he should never be the master of the Blood Flag Army!

Other soldiers don't understand, but they can learn gradually later.

But Wong Fei-hung is not an option!

Chen Wen was still hoping that this guy would grow up quickly and even take over the mantle for him!

Thinking of this, he immediately shouted, "Brother Huang, I've already taught you everything I could. What are you still thinking about?"

"If I die someday, will all you do is guard my grave?"

These words were extremely harsh, even somewhat offensive.

Huang Feihong was startled and felt very wronged, but he quickly recovered.

Yes!

Over this period of time, he had unknowingly come to regard Chen Wen as his absolute leader and reliance, and he always put Chen Wen's plans first.

Even his own martial arts skills and decisiveness became hesitant.

But Chen Wen is right. If that day ever comes—what he should do is definitely not guard the grave!

Instead, they raised the blood-red flag and continued forward!

Huang Feihong finally understood his own mind, and the hesitation and worries in his eyes vanished instantly.

He took a deep breath and turned to face Nalan Yuanshu again.

With his long staff pointing diagonally at the ground, his entire demeanor suddenly changed, and he no longer hesitated!

"Lord Nalan, I was rude just now."

"Again!"