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

Chapter 145 Shadowless Kick? I can do that too!

Wong Fei-hung strikes again.

With a flick of the long staff, the force was no longer neutralized by using softness to overcome hardness, but instead became fierce and swift!

The staff carried a peculiar twisting force, like a monstrous python emerging from its cave, directly coiling towards Nalan Yuanshu's center!

Nalan Yuanshu's pupils constricted sharply upon seeing this move.

He had gotten used to the opponent's fighting style when he launched his fierce attacks before.

This sudden counterattack was launched from a tricky angle and was full of concentrated force.

It made him feel the pressure instantly.

He took three steps back, wielding his long staff like a wheel, trying to deflect the strange constricting rod.

But the shadow of the staff, like a leech, continued to entangle and advance along with his blocking momentum!

"good!"

Nalan Yuanshu let out a low shout, knowing that a direct confrontation would have meant losing the initiative.

He exhaled sharply, pushed off the ground with both feet, and leaped backward, somersaulting in mid-air, barely managing to create some distance.

They avoided that ever-present twisting motion.

Huang Feihong did not pursue, but stood firmly, holding the stick in one hand with the end of the stick touching the ground, his body slightly turned to the side, his front leg light and his back leg solid.

It was precisely this move from the Shaolin staff technique—a stance that combines offense and defense, using stillness to control movement—that allowed him to see through the immortal!

His gaze was calm, and his breathing was deep and even, a stark contrast to his previous passive and defensive demeanor.

When Nalan Yuanshu landed, he was not angry at all. Instead, his eyes blazed with an even more intense light, the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

"Great! This is the Foshan number one I wanted!"

He laughed loudly, tapped his toes again, and pounced like a hawk once more. His long staff was held straight, like a spear, and with a swift and fierce move, "Poison Dragon Emerges from its Cave," he aimed straight at Huang Feihong's face!

This strike was swift and ruthless, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound.

Wong Fei-hung remained calm and dodged to the side, while simultaneously raising his right leg and delivering a beautiful inside kick, his toe precisely striking the middle of the stick he had just retracted!

Snapped!

The long stick, under the force, bounced up from the ground as if it had come alive.

The stick drew an arc, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and smashed towards Nalan Yuanshu's head!

This is no longer a simple stick technique, but a sophisticated counterattack that integrates body movement, leg techniques, and stick techniques!

Nalan Yuanshu felt a chill run down his spine and reacted extremely quickly.

At the last possible moment, he twisted his waist and flipped over, kicking out with his left leg, his instep striking the incoming stick squarely and sending it flying upwards.

He used the force to land smoothly without stopping, and pointed out with his long staff again.

Like raindrops, the stick head struck Huang Feihong's lower body feet repeatedly.

It is fast and dense, a ruthless variation of military staff techniques combined with spear skills, targeting the lower body and making it difficult for the opponent to stand.

Huang Feihong moved with agility, his movements as nimble as a monkey, his long staff sweeping and deflecting, dancing into a ball of blue light.

Precisely separate each click.

The clanging of wooden sticks echoed throughout the training ground, several times more intense than before!

The two men moved swiftly, their sticks flashing, and the dust they kicked up covered part of the bamboo frame.

The yamen runners and guards who had been whispering among themselves on the sidelines.

At this moment, everyone's mouths were agape, their eyes were wide open, and they didn't dare to breathe.

They then realized that Huang Feihong was not just a name without substance, but had clearly been hiding his true abilities!

The strength displayed at this moment.

They were actually able to fight the peerless martial arts master Nalan to a standstill, and the battle was so intense!

Wong Fei-hung's martial arts skills are beyond imagination!

Chen Wen stood on the sidelines, his smile deepening.

System prompts kept popping up in my mind, and my proficiency continued to rise.

But what pleased him even more were two other things.

Firstly, Wong Fei-hung's martial arts skills had improved since their last separation.

Secondly, and most importantly, Wong Fei-hung has finally awakened!

His harsh words were like a wake-up call, shattering the last bit of reliance and hesitation in Huang Feihong's heart.

At this moment, Huang Feihong's eyes were clear, firm, and sharp, full of independent decisiveness!

He was no longer just an executor who followed orders, but a comrade and successor who truly understood the goal and could fight independently for it.

Seeing Huang Feihong's transformation, Chen Wen felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

He came from a later era and was very aware of the limitations of individual strength, and he understood that a great undertaking could not be accomplished by one person or one generation.

I never thought I could change the world on my own.

They never believe that the world will stop turning without them.

That's why from the very beginning, he tirelessly imparted knowledge to everyone, broadened their horizons, and inspired them to think, hoping to ignite more sparks.

Unfortunately, this was limited by the times, knowledge, and experience.

Too few people can truly understand and agree with his forward-thinking ideas.

Most people follow him because of the power he demonstrates and the benefits he brings, but they may not understand his ultimate goal.

Some people, like Yan Zhendong, are trapped by past traumas and perceptions, making it difficult for them to completely change.

Even someone as talented, virtuous, and insightful as Wong Fei-hung was slow to break free from his original framework and truly awaken.

Now, we've finally succeeded!

Chen Wen felt a genuine sense of relief and joy.

To put it bluntly, even if he were dead now, Wong Fei-hung would be more than capable of taking over the mantle and continuing the journey.

Even if he really dies, he can rest in peace.

Of course, Chen Wen would never give up now.

As long as he survives and as long as there is time, he will continue to work hard.

Now, of course, we should enjoy the fight between Wong Fei-hung and Nalan Yuanshu!

Learn more about their skills and understand them better!

In the field.

Nalan Yuanshu, unable to break through after a long period of attack, gradually grew impatient.

Although Huang Feihong was the number one martial artist in Foshan, in the end, he was just a local martial arts master with a little fame.

But he was a dignified commander of the Nine Gates and a martial arts champion!

If we can't even defeat a local martial arts master, what face do we have left?

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became. His stick fighting became increasingly wide and sweeping, and he focused solely on attacking, his breathing becoming slightly heavy.

Huang Feihong frowned slightly, instantly noticing the change in the other party.

To outsiders, Nalan Yuanshu's offensive appeared more aggressive, but he had already discerned that his opponent's composure was faltering and that he was revealing a weakness.

In particular, after he followed Chen Wen and grasped the philosophy of Jeet Kune Do, striking while crossing the river and intercepting the midstream.

They are better at counter-attacking.

Since the start of their encounter, he has seen at least three opportunities to counterattack or even win decisively.

But he didn't make a move.

There's no need for it now, and it's not possible.

Killing Nalan Yuanshu would immediately be a catastrophe. Even if he were merely defeated in public, there was no guarantee that this proud and arrogant admiral wouldn't become enraged and turn against him.

Their Jing'an Camp is nowhere to be seen yet; it's not wise to cause any unnecessary trouble at this time.

In the blink of an eye.

Huang Feihong, seeing Nalan Yuanshu's sweeping attack, deliberately reduced the force of his long staff as he met it, and at the same time, he stumbled slightly.

Click!

The white waxwood staff in his hand snapped in two!

Huang Feihong staggered back a few steps, regained his footing, and then, with a suitable expression of shock and admiration, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Nalan Yuanshu: "Sir, your staff technique is unparalleled in its power and your inner strength is profound. I, Huang, humbly admit defeat!"

Upon seeing this, the anxious yamen runners on the sidelines immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers: "The sir has won!" "The admiral is mighty!"

Nalan Yuanshu stood with his staff at the end, his chest rising and falling slightly, some sweat on his forehead, but his face was full of pride.

The exhilarating attack and ultimate victory he had just witnessed swept away the pent-up frustration in his heart.

He laughed heartily and waved his hand, saying, "Master Huang, you're too modest!"

"Your Shaolin staff techniques are solidly rooted and exquisitely varied; you truly deserve to be called the best in Foshan! That was a satisfying fight today!"

However, he seemed somewhat unsatisfied, staring intently at Wong Fei-hung: "We've finished the staff fighting, Master Wong, how about we have a hand-to-hand combat match?"

"I have long heard that Master Huang possesses a unique skill called the 'Shadowless Kick,' which is said to be incredibly wondrous. I wonder if I will have the honor of witnessing it today?"

Huang Feihong was speechless.

I deliberately lost a move to save face for you, why are you still not done?

If the Shadowless Kick is truly unleashed, the outcome will be decided immediately.

At that time, Nalan Yuanshu will lose face even more. If he gets angry and turns on you and arrests people, wouldn't all your previous efforts be in vain?

He hesitated for a moment, unsure how to refuse.

Just then.

Chen Wen walked out from the sidelines with a smile, cupped his fists towards Nalan Yuanshu, and said, "Admiral, your skills are truly superb! It's an eye-opener, I'm truly impressed!"

He turned to look at Wong Fei-hung, a reproachful smile on his face: "Brother Wong, really, if the master wants to see the Shadowless Kick, then just let him see it."

"And actually, I also know the Shadowless Kick!"