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

"You're really boring," Chen Wen shook his head and chuckled.

"I'm here to warn you to be careful, not to come and cause trouble. Fine, if you don't tell me, I'll go find him myself. Others are hard to find, but Hong Ye... this big star isn't hard to find."

"You must remember, if someone challenges you, be very careful!"

Chen Wen casually waved his hand, turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.

Tan Jingyao is too wary, but that's a good thing.

To be honest...

Feng Yuxiu is very strong, but he is not much stronger than the others.

The reason why so many masters were able to be killed in the original story was simply because everyone was careless.

After all, who would have thought that there would still be such a martial arts fanatic in modern society?

Even if Feng Yuxiu said, "We will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and we will decide who lives and who dies!"

But who dares to act recklessly in modern society?

Feng Yuxiu is a madman; he is unafraid to kill and doesn't consider the consequences.

But what about the others?

We are all respectable people with legitimate businesses. Let alone killing someone, even if there is a slight problem, how will we live in the future?

Should we go to Stanley like Xiahou Wu did?

Stanley is a great place, a talent development center. People like Chow Yun-fat and Raymond Lam have been there, but no one would just sit there idly!

One side engages in a friendly martial arts duel, stopping short of a duel. The other side kills the other.

This is what led to Feng Yuxiu causing such a huge upheaval.

Anyway, Chen Wen had already warned Tan Jingyao that if this guy was careless and underestimated his enemy and died, then it could only be said that he was unlucky.

After Chen Wen left, Tan Jingyao was left alone in the empty museum workspace.

"Hong Ye? This kid knows quite a lot..."

Tan Jingyao stared at the doorway where Chen Wen had disappeared, his brows already deeply furrowed.

He certainly wouldn't so easily believe what a stranger said.

But the things the other party mentioned, and that martial arts fanatic named Feng Yuxiu, still bothered him somewhat.

Soon, he shook his head and chuckled, realizing he was overthinking things.

"However, these days there are hardly any martial arts fanatics left."

"I guess he's some junior from some family, trying to challenge us seniors from the previous generation?"

Tan Jingyao seemed to be recalling something pleasant.

Back when he first started learning martial arts, he was full of ambition and passion for the martial arts world.

But he only realized this when he actually entered society.

What kind of chivalrous, vengeful, romantic world is this? It's all made-up stories.

The real world of martial arts consists of daily necessities, food, drink, and social interactions.

What good is being a great boxer in modern society?

Even if you're a grandmaster, you'll still have to eat peanuts if you kill someone with one punch.

So, after he had fought his way across Asia and become the King of Northern Legs, he retired from the martial arts world and became an artist.

As a result, they lived a more comfortable life, earned more money, and gained both fame and fortune!

In this kind of era, how could there still be martial arts fanatics?

Tan Jingyao couldn't help but shake his head and smile, taking Chen Wen's warning as a junior's joke.

He bent down and continued to fiddle with his enormous skull artwork, trying to adjust a rib to the perfect angle.

Just then.

A gust of cold wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew in, causing the tools to sway slightly.

This also caused the huge skeleton to creak.

There's a murderous aura about him!

Tan Jingyao paused, then suddenly turned around and looked back.

On the giant skull, a figure wearing a hoodie had appeared out of nowhere, staring intently at him.

What's going on? When did this person arrive?

Tan Jingyao was taken aback at first, then a surge of annoyance at being tricked welled up inside him. He thought that Chen Wen had returned and was playing some clumsy trick on him.

"Hmph!" Tan Jingyao straightened up, his tone impatient.

"Have you had enough? This kind of pretentious nonsense is so boring!"

However, the figure did not respond to his question, but slowly walked out from behind the huge skeleton.

The shadow of his hat brim covered most of his face, but his eyes were incredibly cold.

There was also a murderous intent permeating the air, making the entire exhibition hall feel somewhat chilly.

Tan Jingyao's anger vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and a hint of tension.

He was once the King of the North, so naturally he couldn't be that slow-witted.

His instincts as a top martial artist told him that the person in front of him was completely different from Chen Wen!

Could it be that the guy just now wasn't lying?

Are there really martial arts fanatics hunting down martial artists?

"More than a decade ago, there was a man who, with his legs, kicked his way across all of Asia... earning him the title of 'King of the North'."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang out in the exhibition hall, each word filled with oppressive force, making it hard to breathe.

"After that, he retired from the martial arts world and became an artist! Younger generation..."

"You are Feng Yuxiu!"

Feng Yuxiu clasped his fists, about to reveal his name, when he was suddenly interrupted. He immediately frowned and gave a cold smile:

"Oh? I didn't expect the King of Northern Legs to know me! It's truly an honor!"

"I don't know him." Tan Jingyao shook his head sincerely.

He had only just heard Chen Wen mention the name, and knew nothing else about it, so of course he didn't recognize it.

When Feng Yuxiu heard Tan Jingyao call out his name, he thought he had become famous, but he got this answer instead.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of anger welling up inside me.

Is this guy deliberately humiliating me?

"Fine, fine! Since you've humiliated me like this, then I'll stop with the nonsense!"

"Today, we will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and we will decide who lives and who dies!"

Feng Yuxiu suddenly clasped his fists together, and he practically roared out the last three words. With this low roar, a series of fine cracking sounds came from the bones all over his body!

Like a tiger descending a mountain, it pounced straight at Tan Jingyao!

"Damn, he's a real martial arts fanatic!"

Even if Tan Jingyao didn't want to believe it, he knew from the murderous intent the other party was there that the young man hadn't lied to him!

That madman who hunts martial artists has really arrived! And he's far more terrifying than we imagined!

"Fine! I'll see just how much you're worth!"

Tan Jingyao was, after all, a martial artist who had fought all over Asia. Although he had retired from the martial arts world, he still had a passion in his heart.

They are simply bound by the rules and regulations of modern society.

Stimulated by Feng Yuxiu's murderous intent, his eyes lit up instantly.

He threw away the sculpting knife in his hand and, instead of retreating, advanced to meet the attack!

In an instant, the shadows of legs stretched like mountains!

Tan Jingyao's Twelve-Road Spring Kick exploded instantly!

His legs were like they were equipped with powerful springs, thrusting, pointing, kicking, and sweeping with the speed of a storm, the force fierce and brittle, targeting the lower body and joints.

Each kick carries the power to shatter stone and split rocks!

Feng Yuxiu was equally unyielding.

The leg techniques are even more bizarre and ruthless!

He can easily execute foot strikes, whip kicks, and knee strikes, all delivered with cunning and vicious angles.

Moreover, this guy is extremely crazy, completely disregarding the consequences, and preferring to fight head-on, even at the cost of injury, in order to gain a chance to get close and launch a surprise attack!

The two fought extremely fiercely.

The huge skeletons, the ground, the stands, the entire exhibition hall became their battleground.

Wherever it went, works of art shattered one after another, with fragments flying everywhere!

The clash of pure leg power and skill was so fast that it left only afterimages, and it was incredibly fierce.

boom! boom! boom!

The exhibition hall was filled with booming sounds, all from the two men exchanging blows!

No one had the energy to notice.

The second floor of the museum.

Chen Wenzheng, holding a can of cola, leaned against the fence, gently shaking his head and sighing:

"Feng Yuxiu arrived so quickly!"

"His strength is truly terrifying!"