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

"We've arrived at the Kowloon Art Museum! Eighty-seven dollars!"

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Accompanied by a screeching sound of brakes.

The taxi driver slammed on the gas and braked to a stop on the side of the road, and a puff of blue smoke immediately rose from the tires.

Chen Wen instinctively grabbed the handrail and almost stumbled.

He was about to complain a couple of times when he saw the numbers on the meter and couldn't help but grin.

"I've only been in the car for less than ten minutes, and it's already so expensive!"

Upon hearing this, the driver scoffed dismissively, his face showing impatience.

"Ah Sheng, this price is already very fair!"

"You think it's too expensive? I think it's too expensive too! If you don't have money, don't take a taxi, take the bus or tram instead!"

"Mainland China is Mainland China, Hong Kong is Hong Kong, land prices and labor costs are different! Young man, you'll get used to it eventually."

Chen Wen was taken aback by the rapid-fire response, but he wasn't angry.

He quickly paid the fare, then couldn't help but shake his head.

"These prices... Although our compatriots in Hong Kong earn more, they're living in dire straits!"

He had exchanged HK$25,000 before, thinking it wasn't much of a fortune, but it should be enough to live a comfortable life.

But now, it seems that this amount of money is only enough for basic living expenses.

If he wants to do something, he doesn't even have enough for travel expenses. It seems he still needs to find a way to get more money!

"Sigh... even heroes need to make a living!"

Chen Wen suppressed these thoughts and turned to look at the building in front of him: the Kowloon Art Museum!

It is now approaching evening.

As night fell, the museum was brightly lit, but most of the visitors had already left, making it seem rather deserted.

But that's just right.

He remembered that Tan Jingyao seemed to work only at night, and there were no other staff members.

So much so that no one knew he was beaten to death by Feng Yuxiu.

It wasn't until the next day that someone called the police, and Lu Xuanxin finally brought people to investigate.

This is how Lu Xuanxin finally began to cooperate with Xiahou Wu, or rather, was used by Xiahou Wu to leave prison.

However, Chen Wen has already arrived, so Xiahou Wu will probably have to stay in prison for a few more days.

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Chen Wen composed himself and started walking towards the museum.

He had just stepped through the door when he immediately saw the huge skull hanging in the middle of the hall.

"Is this where the King of Northern Legs retired from the martial world?"

"A minor hermit lives in the wilderness, a moderate hermit lives in the city, a major hermit lives in the court... Is this considered a moderate hermit?"

"A martial arts master going into art? A master is a master, even his hobbies are so unique."

Chen Wen carefully examined the giant skull in front of him. To be honest, he didn't understand art, but he could tell at a glance that the skull had a high artistic value.

Just as he was feeling sentimental.

Footsteps suddenly echoed in the empty hall, and a middle-aged man in overalls walked out.

As he skillfully put down his tools, he casually remarked:

"Sir, we are now closed. Please leave as soon as possible."

Chen Wen didn't move. Instead, he turned around and looked at Tan Jingyao, sizing him up.

From the other person's steady pace and rhythm, to the movement of their waist and hips, and then to those hands covered in calluses.

"When walking, sitting, or lying down, the muscles and bones naturally harmonize."

"As expected of the Northern Leg King who has fought all over Asia, even though he has retired from the martial arts world for many years, he has not forgotten the basics of a martial artist in his every move."

Tan Jingyao paused in his hand-wiping motion.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the young man in sportswear in front of him for the first time, his brows gradually furrowing.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Tan Jingyao suddenly shook his head, as if he found it boring, and bent down to pick up a sculpting knife again.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You've mistaken me for someone else."

His voice quickly returned to its usual calm, with a hint of deliberate aloofness.

Completely unsuspecting, he turned around, climbed the ladder onto the giant skeleton, and began carving.

Although the skeleton was tall, Tan Jingyao could have easily jumped up to it, but he had to use a ladder instead.

It seems this guy is really going to retire from the martial arts world.

It's a pity that, according to the original plot, Tan Jingyao would soon be beaten to death by Feng Yuxiu.

Chen Wen, of course, would not leave just like that. Instead, he went directly to the vicinity of the giant skeleton to observe it carefully.

"The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease!"

"Once you've stepped into the world of martial arts, you can never truly leave."

"This skeleton is incredibly realistic, but I'm sure you're much better at destruction than creating skeletons!"

Tan Jingyao answered without turning his head:

"The Smiling, Proud Wanderer? Ha! This is an art museum, not a library, and certainly not a movie theater."

"If you continue to cause trouble, I'll call security!"

Chen Wen shook his head and leisurely recited:

"First punches, then kicks, then grappling; shoulders and hips coordinate, elbows and knees coordinate, hands and feet coordinate; only after grappling is mastered should weapons be used..."

Tan Jingyao interrupted him impatiently, his tone disdainful:

"The Six Harmonies Theory? This used to be a closely guarded secret of any sect, but come on... it's modern society now, you can find anything online."

"You came all this way in the middle of the night just to carry this for me?"

Chen Wen smiled, turned around and looked directly at Tan Jingyao:

"That's right, it's not surprising at all."

"You must have heard about 'Shark En' Mai Rong's death, right? He killed with his fists, he killed even the Buddha. Don't you think there's a specific purpose behind that?"

"Someone is hunting down martial artists. The Southern Fist King is dead. Next up is the Northern Leg King."

"You and Tong Zhengting are both leg kings, but you are stronger, so that assassin will definitely come looking for you."

Upon hearing this, Tan Jingyao finally stopped what he was doing.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You've mistaken me for someone else."

He paused briefly, then continued wielding the small hammer and carving.

"It's okay." Chen Wen shrugged and quickly rattled off a list of names.

"Tong Zhengting, Tan Jingyao, Cao Zi'an, Wang Zhe, Ruan Qingyang, Fang Wenxi, Fu Shengtai, Fang Liude, Shao Henian..."

"I'm just here to remind you that a guy will be challenging you in the next few days."

"But be careful! That guy is a madman, a martial arts fanatic. He doesn't care about stopping short of a fight; he kills without hesitation! He killed Mai Rongen."

"Whether you believe it or not is none of my business, since it's not me who's going to die anyway."

Tan Jingyao was startled. He had indeed seen the news about Shark En, but he hadn't paid much attention to it.

After all, Shark En himself wasn't a good person; he was not only a champion in the open but also involved in underground boxing matches.

He initially thought the other person had been killed in a revenge attack, but now it seems that it's not that simple.

So what exactly is this guy's purpose in coming here?

Tan Jingyao looked at the young man again, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"You're Feng Yuxiu?"

Chen Wen laughed upon hearing this.

"Don't joke around. I told you Feng Yuxiu is a madman. If he came, he'd just take you down. He's not as polite as me!"

"Never mind, next I'm planning to remind the Capture King, but all I know is that he owns a tattoo shop. Do you know the exact location?"

"Also, where is Chen Boguang's (the Weapon King) stall?"

These names all belong to martial arts masters hidden in Hong Kong, but probably very few people know this.

Tan Jingyao only knew a little about him because they were in the same circle.

How could this young man know so much about them?

Tan Jingyao refused outright, his tone curt.

"I have no idea."