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

Chapter 157 Blasphemy! There will be retribution!

Accompanied by a shout.

Several burly worshippers dressed in white short jackets leaped out of the side hall with somersaults and quickly stacked up the offering tables next to them.

In the blink of an eye, a high platform was erected.

Click!

Suddenly, a painted wooden window high up in the main hall shattered, and a figure darted out, performing two or three graceful somersaults in mid-air.

He landed precisely on the two cultists below, using the momentum to leap and land steadily on the high platform.

With a flick of his whisk, he stood on one leg, crossed the other, striking a seemingly graceful pose.

"Holding the sun and moon in my hands, grasping the stars in my palms; wielding thunder and lightning, supporting heaven and earth!"

"The Nine Palaces True Man, a disciple of the Eternal Mother, has arrived to act on behalf of Heaven and subdue demons!"

The person on the stage was none other than the Nine Palaces True Man, who wore a lotus crown and a Taoist robe.

His voice was high-pitched and melodious, which sounded quite intimidating.

"A true immortal!" "The patriarch has manifested!" "Exterminate the demons! annihilate these two evil beings!"

The followers of the Lotus Sect below felt as if I had found their pillar of support, and they were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, and they all knelt down and kowtowed in worship.

Shouts erupted everywhere.

Everyone stared fervently at the Nine Palaces Master on the stage, while glaring hostilely at Chen Wen and Huang Feihong.

Huang Feihong was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

Climbing through windows, stepping on people, going on stage, reciting lines—a set of flashy and fluid movements, clearly a carefully designed trick.

He himself was a martial artist and could see that his opponent had used lightness skills and skillful techniques, but ordinary people would not understand these things.

Seeing this god-like appearance, it's no wonder they were stunned and believed it without a doubt.

This cult is truly adept at deceiving people.

"good!"

suddenly!

A burst of crisp applause broke the fervent cheers of the believers.

Chen Wen clapped his hands vigorously, seemingly very happy: "Great! One more! I'll give you a tip!"

As he spoke, he actually pulled out a few copper coins from his pocket and threw them toward the high platform with a clanging sound.

The copper coins rolled onto the ground below the platform.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

All the White Lotus followers were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the copper coins on the ground, then at the stage.

The face of the Nine Palaces Master, which had been deliberately maintaining a compassionate and solemn demeanor, suddenly turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Humiliation! This is blatant humiliation!

They treated his meticulously prepared and awe-inspiring coming ceremony as nothing more than a street performance!

"Pfft—"

Even the usually composed Wong Fei-hung couldn't help but turn his head and laugh out loud, before quickly regaining his composure.

"You audacious madman!"

Before the Nine Palaces Master on the stage could make a move, the two strong followers who had carried him up couldn't hold back any longer.

I felt utterly humiliated.

The two men drew their swords and charged at Chen Wen, roaring, "Heavenly wind and earthly fire, all laws return to their origin! Prepare to die!"

Chen Wen didn't move at all.

Huang Feihong flashed forward, blocking the way, his leg movements blurring.

Two muffled thuds.

The two cultists fell backward even faster than when they charged, lying on the ground groaning and unable to get up.

Chen Wen shook his head and sighed regretfully, "Sigh, you're down after just a few moves? Looks like you really didn't deserve the reward money earlier."

"what!"

Finally, Master Jiugong was completely enraged and could no longer maintain his dignified and otherworldly image. He let out a roar and jumped off the high platform.

With its five fingers forming claws and accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, it hurtled straight at Chen Wen's face!

This pounce was powerful, clearly an angry attack, and he used his true skills.

Huang Feihong's eyes narrowed, and he was about to step forward.

"let me."

Before Chen Wen finished speaking, he had already darted forward to meet the onrushing Nine Palaces True Man.

A simple side kick, delivered with the force of a second strike, aimed directly at the opponent's chest.

The Nine Palaces Immortal was in mid-air, barely managing to retract his claws and block with his horizontal arm.

Bang!

Legs and arms strike each other.

Chen Wen landed steadily.

Master Jiugong was struck as if by a heavy blow, and flew backward, crashing with a crash into the edge of the stacked offering table.

It almost caused the platform to collapse.

Fortunately, several disciples nearby caught him in a panic, preventing him from falling down in a sorry state.

Chen Wen swung his leg, looked at the pale-faced and erratic Jiugong Zhenren, and sneered, "What Jiugong Zhenren? Is this all the ability you have? You're not worthy of being a disciple of a deity? I think the one you worship might have bad eyesight."

"You—you dare to disrespect the gods!" Master Jiugong pointed at Chen Wen, his finger trembling.

"Blasphemy! You will be punished!"

"The Buddha Maitreya will punish us!"

The White Lotus followers screamed in terror, but their voices no longer held the fanaticism of before; instead, they were filled with fear and unease.

The powerful immortal in their eyes was actually kicked away with a single kick?

Even the Nine Palaces Master himself was somewhat flustered.

Special looked at his slightly trembling hands, then at Chen Wen and Huang Feihong opposite him.

He was inwardly groaning.

He had heard of Huang Feihong's reputation long ago. He was the head coach of the Foshan militia, an undefeated fighter in Foshan, and a tough nut to crack.

He had been hiding and not showing his face because he was unsure of himself.

If you go head-to-head with someone like that, winning is naturally a given.

If he loses, his reputation and status will be completely ruined!

He originally planned to have his disciples wear down his opponent with their swords first, and then find an opportunity to make his move.

Unexpectedly, the short-haired young man next to Wong Fei-hung possessed such solid and ruthless strength that his arm went numb after just one collision.

One Huang Feihong is already difficult to deal with, and now there's this one whose strength we don't know—we can't fight him head-on.

Master Jiugong forced himself to remain calm, forcing a compassionate expression onto his face. He flicked his whisk and said, "I am aware that my disciple acted rashly the other day and offended you two."

"We've met in the martial world, and though mountains and rivers may change, my White Lotus Sect is willing to host a banquet to apologize and let this matter rest, how about it?"

Huang Feihong frowned, but Chen Wen sneered.

"An apology?" Chen Wen took a step forward. "You used incense ash and talisman water to delay treatment, incited the people to hate foreign doctors and storm charitable institutions, and fabricated stories of divine protection to send people to their deaths. Is that what you call recklessness?"

"Don't give me that! You've harmed the people, your crimes are heinous, and I'm here today to uphold justice!"

Master Jiugong's face turned completely gloomy, and his feigned compassion crumbled.

She shrieked, "Fine! What a 'righteous act'! My White Lotus Sect has never crossed paths with you, and I've already admitted my mistake and apologized, yet you're being so aggressive and bullying!"

He suddenly turned around, pointed at Chen Wen and Huang Feihong, and shouted at the surrounding bewildered believers: "The Eternal Mother has sent down a divine decree! These two are foreign devils and lackeys, demons who are wreaking havoc on China!"

"Kill them to appease the gods, and the Ancestor will surely bestow boundless blessings!"

"Demons!" "Kill the foreign devils and lackeys!" "Offer sacrifices to the gods!"

Those White Lotus followers who had already begun to back down were provoked by these words, and the fear in their eyes was replaced by fanatical rage.

Especially after seeing Chen Wen's short hair and Western-style dress, they were even more convinced.

A group of people brandishing sticks and swords, shouting incomprehensible words, charged forward again in a frenzy!

Chen Wen frowned.

He had long been prepared to kill.

But the target is the bandit leader, Master Jiugong, not these misled common people!

"Brother Huang, take care of yourself!"

Chen Wen let out a low shout and rushed straight towards the Nine Palaces True Man below the high platform!

When Master Jiugong saw Chen Wen rushing towards him, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He snatched a steel knife from a disciple beside him and, with a loud shout, slashed at Chen Wen's head.

"You're asking for it!"

Chen Wen easily dodged the blade by sidestepping and punched his opponent straight in the chest.

boom!

The fist landed solidly.

Master Jiugong's body trembled violently, yet he seemed completely unharmed. Instead, a strange solemnity appeared on his face as he shouted, "Divine power protects me! I am impervious to blades and spears! How can evil spirits and heretics harm me?!"

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