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

Chen Wen did not leave. Knowing the plot well, he knew that Feng Yuxiu's next target was Tan Jingyao.

Of course, I won't leave so easily.

He had planned it all out: he would spend the day visiting the other people and then come back here at night to wait for them to come to him.

Who would have thought that Feng Yuxiu would arrive so quickly!

Before he could even go looking for them the next day, they had already attacked.

Moreover, Feng Yuxiu's strength was greater than he had imagined.

The battle downstairs was extremely fierce.

Tan Jingyao unleashed a high whip kick, like a steel whip, aimed at Feng Yuxiu's neck; this kick was a true killing move.

If it hits, it's enough to kill someone on the spot!

Upon seeing this kick, Feng Yuxiu's expression merely hardened. Without dodging or avoiding, he crouched down and lunged forward, delivering a fierce iron knee strike.

It was aimed directly at Tan Jingyao's chest and abdomen!

Tan Jingyao's expression changed drastically, and he quickly pulled back his leg, bent his arm, and slammed it down!

A muffled thud!

The two men simultaneously let out muffled groans, staggered back a few steps, and caused another commotion in the exhibition hall.

Chen Wen saw it clearly and quickly analyzed it in his mind:

"Tan Jingyao's leg techniques are more orthodox, with a solid foundation and penetrating power; they are the true path honed through countless trials."

"Feng Yuxiu... his leg techniques were trained entirely for killing. They were ruthless, unpredictable, and fearless, with every move conveying a determination to perish together with his opponent."

"If this continues, Tan Jingyao, despite years of martial arts training, has lost his edge and will likely have to kneel!"

It was as if his judgment was being confirmed.

below.

Seeing that he couldn't break through after a long attack, Feng Yuxiu suddenly changed his approach.

Instead of pursuing fierce suppression with each move, they are like leeches clinging to bones, delivering more frequent and desperate short kicks.

Low thrusts, side strikes, and continuous sweeps... every move relentlessly entangled Tan Jingyao.

Tan Jingyao took a step back, and Tan Jingyao followed closely with a step; Tan Jingyao took a step forward, and Tan Jingyao took a step back.

This style of play is extremely physically demanding and tests one's willpower even more.

Feng Yuxiu seemed tireless, his eyes only on Tan Jingyao, trying to wear him down and squeeze him out little by little, forcing Tan Jingyao to reveal a flaw.

Seeing the fierce battle between the two, Chen Wen couldn't help but feel excited.

"Brother Long is of course stronger. He has already reached the peak of Ming Jin and is just one step away from stepping into An Jin."

"And these two downstairs... are definitely not ordinary people either!"

"Feng Yuxiu is fierce and ruthless, while Tan Jingyao is calm and composed. They are probably both at the late stage of Ming Jin! They are only slightly inferior to Brother Long."

This fierce competition put him under some pressure, but also gave him a hidden thrill.

He himself had only just stepped into the realm of Ming Jin, and the gap between him and these two was obvious.

But being able to witness firsthand the life-or-death struggle of experts at this level is a tremendous treasure in itself.

Maybe he'll gain something from it!

Chen Wen immediately focused intently on observing the two men's battle.

As Feng Yuxiu unleashed another kick, its unpredictable and varied style clearly not belonging to any particular school or sect, it seemed to be a fusion of various ruthless techniques.

"This time, the force from the toes was like a cone, aimed straight at a vital spot, somewhat like... the force of a foot strike?"

He had just had this idea.

[Ding! Observing a real-world scenario, successfully analyzing some power generation techniques!]

[Congratulations, host! Your footwork proficiency has increased! Current level: (LV1: 3/100)!]

Immediately afterward, Tan Jingyao countered during the dodge, delivering a swift and unparalleled flick kick.

The force originates from the ground and explodes instantly, with a posture as perfect as a textbook example.

[Ding! Observing a real-world scenario, successfully analyzing the standard power generation pattern!]

[Congratulations, host! You have mastered the Twelve Styles of Springing Leg! Current Rank: (LV1: 1/100)!]

"That's fantastic! Just watching the game has been so rewarding!"

Chen Wen couldn't help but smile as he looked at the system notification.

He rushed to the Kowloon Art Museum immediately, and he made the right decision!

Otherwise, how could there have been such a great harvest?

It must be said that a battle between masters is truly spectacular; we should raise a toast to that!

Chen Wen became happier and happier as he looked at it, and casually opened the can of chilled cola.

Click... Sizzle!

Chen Wen tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of cola, unable to help but sigh softly.

"Wow...this tastes so good."

That unique cool, sweet, and spicy taste instantly dispelled the dryness in my mouth.

It also allowed him to enjoy the comfort water he hadn't had in a long time.

Although he did not spend much time in the last century, the Southeast Asia was a place of scarcity, where it was difficult to even have enough to eat, let alone achieve industrialization.

Returning to the modern world, the familiar taste made him feel as if he had been transported to another era.

however.

Just then.

The battle downstairs has also changed!

Feng Yuxiu seized upon a tiny opening in Tan Jingyao's strength due to prolonged fighting and delivered a cunning and ruthless side kick.

He gathered all his strength and suddenly unleashed it!

boom!

The kick landed heavily on Tan Jingyao's arm as he hurriedly tried to block, and the force still lingered, causing his blood to surge.

He was thrown backward uncontrollably, his back slamming hard into a display shelf.

With a crash, the plaster model shattered into pieces on the floor!

"Well!"

Tan Jingyao felt a sweet taste in his throat and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. In particular, he felt a piercing pain in his arm, which clearly indicated that the bone was broken!

He braced himself on the ground with one hand, breathing heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

broken!

Tan Jingyao immediately felt nervous.

Only now did he truly come to terms with reality.

The madman in front of me is extremely powerful, especially with his fierce and murderous aura.

The other party really didn't come to spar; they came to kill!

The mysterious young man was right!

In this era, there are actually martial arts fanatics who are so obsessed with life and death!

"This is bad. This guy's strength is about the same as mine at my peak... no, perhaps he's more focused on 'killing'!"

A bitter feeling welled up in Tan Jingyao's heart.

If he were in his prime, even if he encountered a martial arts fanatic like this, it wouldn't be a problem.

The problem is, he has long since retired from the entertainment industry.

Although I haven't completely abandoned martial arts training over the years, my mindset, fighting spirit, and even physical condition are far from what they used to be.

Actually, this isn't a big problem; in modern society, everyone does it this way.

He didn't care about losing; he didn't care about the fame.

However, this martial arts fanatic came here to kill. If he can't find a way to break the deadlock, he might really die here today!

Tan Jingyao grew increasingly nervous, his eyes darting around, his entire body tense to the extreme.

Feng Yuxiu, however, had already begun to grin maliciously.

"The King of Northern Legs is nothing special! You can go..."

Just as he raised his right foot again, ready to finish off Tan Jingyao!

Click... Sizzle!

A strange sound suddenly rang out.

The sound wasn't loud, but the exhibition hall was already deathly silent.

Feng Yuxiu and Tan Jingyao are both masters of Ming Jin (a type of martial arts), with their five senses far more acute than those of ordinary people.

Almost at the same instant the sound rang out.

Suddenly looking up, everyone turned to look at the second floor and saw the figure drinking cola!

They were fighting tooth and nail down there, while someone up there was drinking cola and watching the spectacle.

This guy is practically asking for it!

Feng Yuxiu's face, hidden under his hood, suddenly darkened, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Tan Jingyao stared in astonishment at the figure he had seen once before.

"It's you? Why didn't you leave!"

The spectator on the second floor turned out to be the strange young man who had warned him earlier!

What's going on?

However, this seems to be a good thing!

Whatever this guy's purpose may be, having one more person, even if it's just to help call the police, is a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation!

Chen Wen instantly sensed Feng Yuxiu's killing intent, as well as Tan Jingyao's hope.

But he didn't care at all, and just shrugged.

"Why are you looking at me? Don't worry about me, you guys continue."

"Tsk, this is still the best taste."

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and took another gulp of cola, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Anyway, I have my own storage space, so I can buy a couple more cases and store them in case I travel back to ancient times and have nothing to drink.