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

Chapter 158 Saving the country and saving people, why is it so difficult?

The White Lotus sect members were already starting to panic when they saw Master Jiugong being beaten and forced to retreat.

But seeing this scene...

Master Jiugong took Chen Wen's punch head-on without being hurt at all, and couldn't help but cheer.

"My divine powers have worked! I'm truly invulnerable to swords and spears!"

"May the Buddha Maitreya protect you! Master, you are immune to all magic!"

The previously low morale suddenly rebounded. The cultists brandished their clubs and swords, their eyes once again ignited with fervor, and shouted in unison, "Divine protection! The White Lotus has descended to earth!"

Huang Feihong could see clearly that Chen Wen's punch was extremely powerful and would definitely not be pleasant.

But this Nine Palaces Master was able to stand firm immediately and even shout loudly?

A look of surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes.

This person's physical skills are incredibly impressive? He seems even more powerful than Yan Zhendong!

He subconsciously looked at Chen Wen.

But Chen Wen slowly withdrew his fist, flicked his wrist, and showed no surprise on his face. Instead, he sneered.

"Invulnerable to swords and spears? That's just self-deception!"

Chen Wen knew, of course, that this guy didn't actually know Iron Shirt; he just had an iron plate hidden on his body.

He sneered, completely ignoring the other party's taunts. With a shift of his feet, he moved like a ghost to the left of Master Jiugong.

"So fast!"

Master Jiugong was startled and hurriedly swung his sword in a sweeping motion.

Chen Wen ducked to avoid it, then with his right hand outstretched like a knife, he stabbed the Nine Palaces Master in the ribs with lightning speed.

"Well!"

Master Jiugong let out a muffled groan, and half of his body went numb.

Chen Wen pressed his advantage relentlessly, instantly transforming Jeet Kune Do's linear, fast-paced attacks into Xingyi Quan's hard-hitting, aggressive style.

Step onto the center line and engage your shoulders and back.

A simple yet powerful punch slammed into Master Jiugong's lower back.

This time it was a solid blow. Master Jiugong could no longer keep up the act. His face turned pale, and he almost dropped his knife, staggering backward.

"master!"

Seeing this, several loyal disciples nearby, their eyes reddening, wanted to rush forward to help.

But Wong Fei-hung had already positioned himself to the side, his fists and feet moving like the wind, blocking, parrying, kicking, and striking cleanly and efficiently. In the blink of an eye, he had brought down the men who rushed at him.

As he worked, he shouted in a deep voice, "Stop being so stubborn! Turn back before it's too late!"

But his shouts were drowned out by the fanatical cries of the believers and had no effect.

Master Jiugong was both shocked and furious. The sharp pain in his chest and waist made him realize that the young man's skills were far superior to his own.

Even that iron plate armor couldn't protect against such a precise and heavy blow.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and his left hand stealthily reached into the inner pocket of his Taoist robe, seemingly trying to retrieve something. He shouted, "Boy, you asked for this!"

Chen Wen would never give him a chance.

In that instant, he suddenly closed in, grabbed the wrist of the man wielding the knife with his left hand, twisted and pulled, and his right arm slipped under the man's armpit, grabbing the back of the man's Taoist robe with his other hand.

Hiss!

With a forceful tug, Chen Wen tore open a large section of the Taoist robe worn by Master Jiugong, along with the white jacket underneath, from the collar!

Clang! Clang!

A piece of metal, along with the tattered clothing, crashed to the ground, making a clear and piercing metallic clang.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, instantly drowning out the shouts and clamor in the courtyard.

Those White Lotus followers who were frantically attacking or being blocked by Wong Fei-hung.

Their movements involuntarily froze, and countless gazes fell upon the piece of iron, falling into an eerie silence.

Huang Feihong was also stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"This—this isn't Iron Shirt!"

He had genuinely believed that this guy's Iron Shirt technique was so powerful that his defense was even stronger than Yan Zhendong's.

But little did they expect that what their opponent was practicing wasn't Iron Shirt, but real Iron Armor!

No wonder he was able to withstand Chen Wen's fierce attack!

Chen Wen, gripping the deathly pale-faced Nine Palaces Master, couldn't help but sneer, "Divine power protecting you? Invulnerable to swords and spears? It's just this piece of broken iron! You're deceiving the people, making them believe there's real divine protection, so they dare to take up hoes to fight against foreign guns, exchanging their flesh and blood for your houses full of gold and silver!"

Chen Wen turned his head and swept his gaze over the stunned believers, then shouted again, "This is your god-like leader!"

"Having swindled your money and taken your lives, do you think you're qualified to talk about protecting the common people?"

"No—no! He framed me! It's sorcery!" Master Jiugong struggled, trying to salvage the situation. "By the Eternal Mother above, your disciple—"

"Shut up!" Chen Wen was too lazy to listen anymore, grabbed him and shoved him towards the altar table next to him, which was covered with incense burners and talismans!

Boom! Crash!

The offering table shattered into pieces after being struck by the two bodies. Wood chips flew everywhere, the incense burner tumbled, and talismans scattered all over the sky.

Master Jiugong was smashed hard into the ruins and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He still wanted to struggle to get up again.

Chen Wen caught up in one step, stepping on his wrist as he tried to reach for the hidden weapon at his waist with his right foot. With a crisp crack, the wrist bone broke instantly.

Before the Nine Palaces Immortal could even let out a miserable scream, Chen Wen's left knee had already pressed heavily against his chest.

His right fist was raised high, releasing hidden force, and then slammed down heavily!

"First punch! To punish you for using metal sheets to pretend to have divine skills, for deceiving the world and stealing your reputation!"

"The second punch! To you for inciting the ignorant masses, making them believe you're invulnerable to swords and bullets—it's practically suicide!"

"The third punch! It's for you who have sucked the people's blood and sweat, living a life of luxury while your followers drink incense ash and worship clay idols, their families ruined and their lives destroyed without you even realizing it!"

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thuds were particularly clear in the silent temple.

With each punch, Master Jiugong's body convulsed violently, his eyes bulged out, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

His so-called kung fu skills were utterly ineffective against an attack of absolute power.

Chen Wen's eyes were cold and unwavering. He only slowly withdrew his fist and stood up after the person beneath him had completely fallen silent.

He shook the blood off his hands and looked around.

The White Lotus sect members stood there, weapons in hand, staring blankly at the metal plates peeking out from under the sect leader's tattered robe on the ground.

Looking at the ruins of the offering table, he saw that the Nine Palaces Immortal had long since lost his life.

Then he looked at Chen Wen, whose expression was cold and stern.

The fervor in his eyes finally vanished, leaving only immense bewilderment, shock, and profound fear.

Some of the more timid ones couldn't even hold onto their sticks properly, and they clattered to the ground.

Looking at the mess on the ground and the cultists standing there dumbfounded, Huang Feihong felt a sense of relief at first, thinking that the truth had come out and these deceived people should finally wake up.

But the next moment, his expression froze.

After a brief silence, a follower suddenly knelt down with a thud, waving his hands wildly towards the corpse of Master Jiugong, crying out, "Eternal Mother! Can you see your disciple's suffering?"

"This—this must be a world in chaos caused by demons! It's your test for us!"

"The True Man—the True Man must have ascended to immortality through physical liberation! Divine Skill—the Divine Skill will not fail!"

"Divine power protects you!" "Divine power protects you!"

"Yes! It must be that demon using evil magic!"

Another believer, as if grasping at a straw, also knelt down, his eyes filled with confusion and fanaticism.

"The iron sheet—it must be a trick by a demon! Don't believe it! Sincerity is key!"

"Save the True Man! Reclaim the True Man's physical body!"

The most fanatical believers completely ignored the iron pieces on the ground and Chen and Huang.

With bloodshot eyes, he brandished his weapon and charged toward the ruins of the offering table, trying to snatch the body of Master Jiugong.

Chen Wen didn't even flinch.

With a few casual palm strikes, the men fell to the ground screaming in agony.

Wong Fei-hung quickly stepped in to stop the others.

But it was completely useless!

After one group was defeated, another group of believers rushed forward amidst their fanatical slogans!

Ignoring their fallen companions and the cold, hard evidence on the ground, they repeatedly chanted, "May the Eternal Mother protect us," and "May the White Lotus descend to earth, and may all people be liberated."

These words seemed to give them endless power, making them invulnerable.

They shouted wildly, fearless of death.

After defeating yet another person, Wong Fei-hung looked at the group of cultists before him, who appeared to be insane, with empty and fanatical eyes.

Suddenly, I felt how heavy my fists and feet were.

No matter how powerful his punches are or how fast his kicks are, he can't save people.

A few days ago, Chen Wen had already told him that it was difficult to judge whether the people of the White Lotus Sect were good or bad.

It was simply because of ignorance and delusion, because they could not survive. They were enslaved by the imperial court, oppressed by foreigners, and persecuted by landlords. People could not see any hope.

We can only place our hopes on the ethereal gods and Buddhas.

However, when he witnessed this scene with his own eyes, he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness and sorrow.

"How...how could this happen?"

Huang Feihong's voice was somewhat flustered, and his eyes were filled with pain and confusion as he looked at Chen Wen.

"Brother Chen, you always say that there is no savior in this world, nor do we rely on gods or emperors; we must rely on ourselves—"

"But look at them! They're so superstitious about gods and Buddhas! They won't even look at or listen to the facts right in front of them!"

"Saving the country and saving the people—why is it so difficult?"