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

Feng Yuxiu suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, feeling for the first time that he was so right.

Chen Wen simply looked at him, gently shook his head, and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes, as if he were pitying him.

"Feng Yuxiu, stop denying it."

"You yourself must have had your doubts at some point, right?"

"Even if you have unparalleled martial arts skills and can kill everyone in the world, what then? What's the point of martial arts?"

"Immortality and achieving immortality are the true essence of kung fu!"

Feng Yuxiu was thoroughly enraged by Chen Wen's talk of "becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment." His facial muscles contorted, and his eyes almost overflowed with ferocity.

"Sharp tongue and a silver tongue! You can't beat me, so you think you can use these twisted theories to disrupt my martial arts? Dream on! I'll kill you first, then take his life!"

He let out a low growl and was about to pounce again, his killing intent even stronger than before!

"Be careful!"

Tan Jingyao is not crazy, nor does he care what these two madmen are practicing martial arts for.

But he knew that he couldn't let Chen Wen die now. If the two of them joined forces, they still had a chance to fight against Feng Yuxiu. Once Chen Wen died, he would be the next to die!

Ignoring his injuries, he forced himself to rush out.

But oddly enough.

Chen Wen showed absolutely no fear in the face of Feng Yuxiu's insane killing intent.

Instead, he sighed slightly, seemingly quite helpless.

"Sigh, a madman is a madman; there's no reasoning with him."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his right hand, and somehow, a pistol appeared in his hand.

The pistol was an old-fashioned design, but it still gleamed with a metallic sheen. Its dark muzzle was instantly aimed at Feng Yuxiu, who was about to charge forward.

"What?!"

Feng Yuxiu's expression changed drastically, and his forward momentum came to an abrupt halt!

If it were an ordinary person holding a gun, he might try to fight back.

Although Chen Wen's strength is not as good as his, he definitely cannot dodge Chen Wen's gunshot with his skill!

He didn't have time to think.

With lightning-fast reflexes, he pushed off the ground, twisted his body forcefully, and leaped back and forth, instantly hiding behind a concrete display pillar.

He roared in exasperation:

"Shameless! Using a gun? That's utterly despicable!"

"You are not a true martial artist!"

Tan Jingyao was stunned when he saw this.

He had considered many possibilities and tried every possible way to resolve the crisis, but he never expected that Chen Wen would actually pull out a gun.

In a martial arts duel, what's the point of you pulling out a gun?

For a moment, he felt a subtle contempt for the young man who had saved him.

Chen Wen pointed his gun at the concrete pillar. Hearing the other person's mockery, he wasn't angry; instead, he shook his head and chuckled.

"Oh? Using a gun is despicable?"

"Then let me ask you, if I used swords or other weapons, would you still have a problem with that?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Yuxiu's voice rang out from behind the cement pillar.

"First use punches, then kicks, then grappling, and only then should you use weapons!"

"Swords and sabers are also a form of martial arts, so using swords and sabers is perfectly fine!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wen couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"Heh, what a double standard. Using swords and knives is fine? What about throwing knives? Or crossbows?"

"Then I would also say that a gun is a type of weapon!"

"Murder is murder, no matter what tool is used!"

"Don't try to elevate the act of 'murder' to some kind of 'martial arts' just to glorify yourself!"

"Kung fu is kung fu, and killing is killing!"

"The reason you're so furious is simply because you're afraid to admit that kung fu isn't a killing technique!"

"Kung Fu is for strengthening the body, improving health, and achieving longevity!"

These words resonated powerfully and echoed throughout the exhibition hall.

Tan Jingyao had already stopped, standing there with his mouth slightly open, lost in confusion.

Yes, swords and knives represent martial arts, but what about throwing knives, bows and crossbows, and firearms...?

Where exactly are the boundaries of martial arts?

If using swords can be considered martial arts, why can't using firearms?

But, isn't that wrong?

What exactly is the problem?

Were they all wrong? Was Chen Wencai right?

Martial arts are not about killing; are they truly for achieving immortality? To become a god?

The shouting behind the cement pillar stopped, as if even Feng Yuxiu was stunned by these words and didn't know how to respond.

Chen Wen couldn't help but sigh; his heart was actually filled with mixed feelings.

He's a modern person, and even he finds this kind of thing hard to accept, let alone someone like Feng Yuxiu who's obsessed with martial arts.

Fortunately, Tang Long was the one who guided him into the martial arts, not only laying a solid foundation for him but also shaping the true essence of martial arts for him.

But then again.

Feng Yuxiu wasn't some ancient figure, yet he still held outdated ideas and even became obsessed with them.

That's incredibly foolish.

This guy's dedication to martial arts is commendable, but he's gone down the wrong path; the more he does, the bigger his mistakes become!

It wasn't that this era couldn't accommodate him; it was that he rejected this era.

Given this guy's obsession with martial arts, if he were to devote himself wholeheartedly to the study of martial arts, he might actually be able to break through the limits of the human body.

Even if he likes fighting and killing, wouldn't it be more suitable for him to become a top soldier?

As times change and everything evolves, only by keeping up with the trends and innovating can we go further.

Martial arts can kill, but this is merely a byproduct of martial arts training, not the goal itself.

Just like cars, they can also kill people, making it more convenient and simpler. But the fundamental purpose of cars is to allow people to travel faster and farther.

Feng Yuxiu, however, said that cars are killing machines, which is a huge joke.

After a long while, the sound finally came from behind the concrete pillar again.

"A silver tongue! Kung Fu is a killing art!"

"My kung fu is the strongest! I'm always right!"

Chen Wen had no intention of criticizing the other party, nor did he have any interest in having a debate with this madman.

He couldn't help but scoff at the other person's blindly confident words.

"Although Tan Jingyao and Shark En lost to you, their kung fu is no worse than yours. It's just that you lack martial ethics and are ready to kill anyone you touch, so they didn't dare to go all out."

"Otherwise, if we really sign a death waiver before we fight, you'll be the one who dies!"

Tan Jingyao nodded slightly. If he hadn't neglected his training, especially after signing the life-or-death agreement and going all out, he really wouldn't be afraid of Feng Yuxiu.

Although Feng Yuxiu is strong, there are many people stronger than him even in Hong Kong.

Not to mention the countless hidden masters throughout the entire land of China.

Feng Yuxiu seemed to have been broken down by what he said, and the voice coming from behind the cement pillar was somewhat sharp.

"I don't care what you say, they lost, and that's it!"

"And you, you're even weaker, you have no right to argue with me!"

Seeing that the other party was so stubborn, Chen Wen shook his head and sighed:

"Feng Yuxiu, when did I ever say I was stronger than you? I admit I can't beat you. But do you know how long I've been practicing martial arts?"

"A little over a month at most!"

"And you? How many years have you been practicing? More than ten years? Decades? What kind of skill is it to bully a newbie who's only been practicing for a little over a month?"

"If I trained with you for the same amount of time, you wouldn't last three moves against me! What does that prove? It proves that my path is correct!"

"What?! More than a month?!" Feng Yuxiu exclaimed in shock, then retorted angrily, "Bullshit! Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"Such strength and power could never be achieved without ten years of arduous training! Those who practice martial arts never utter a word of truth; they are utterly shameless!"

He didn't believe it at all, thinking that Chen Wen was deliberately using outrageous lies to humiliate and undermine him.

Tan Jingyao, who was listening from the side, was also dumbfounded.

He was initially surprised by the "more than a month" figure, but after listening to Feng Yuxiu's words, he felt that they made sense.

The strength Chen Wen just displayed, especially his solid foundation in Ming Jin and his diverse moves.

It doesn't look like something that could be trained in just over a month.

He also felt that Chen Wen was showing off, but he really couldn't understand why such a boast, which was so easily exposed, would have any meaning. No one would believe it anyway.

Chen Wen, seeing their disbelief, simply shook his head slightly:

"You don't believe me? It's simple."

"Tan Jingyao has already lost to you. Following your order of 'first punches, then kicks, then grappling,' your next target is the grappling king, Wang Zhe, right?"

Feng Yuxiu remained silent behind the cover, which was considered an admission of his silence.

Chen Wen continued speaking:

"Then do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Give me a month! A month later, at the very place where we captured Wang Zhe, we'll have another fight!"

"You'll see then whether I was just bragging or not!"

"And I'll show you clearly whose path truly represents the martial arts!"