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

It was quite a while after Feng Yuxiu left that the museum's security guards finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

I was stunned to see the exhibition hall in such a mess.

Despite his injuries, Tan Jingyao forced himself to stay alert and gave vague excuses such as "an accident during artistic creation" to brush it off.

He was, after all, a resident artist here, and although the security guard was skeptical, he didn't investigate further.

Chen Wen followed the injured Tan Jingyao out of the museum and went to his residence to take refuge and discuss countermeasures.

When Chen Wen stepped into Tan Jingyao's home in an old building in Kowloon, he saw a room of about 70 or 80 square meters that was crammed full of various unfinished sculptures and easels.

A hint of disappointment crept onto his face.

"This is... where the King of the Northern Legs lives? What happened to all the money you've earned over the years?"

Chen Wen looked around, his tone somewhat subtle.

The house is really too small, with three bedrooms and one living room. In many cities in mainland China, it is only the living standard of an average family, and even a bit cramped.

Tan Jingyao was grimacing as he applied medicine to his chest when he heard his complaint, and rolled his eyes at him in annoyance.

"Do you even know this is Hong Kong? Land here is incredibly valuable! This apartment of mine is close to the city center, and it's considered quite spacious! Do you know how much it's worth now?"

"If it weren't for my art pieces that I sell, and some savings from my early years, I wouldn't even be able to afford a pigeon coop on the meager income from boxing!"

Although Chen Wen already knew that prices were low in Hong Kong, he was still taken aback by the explanation and shook his head in amazement.

"The pressure of life is too great for our compatriots in Hong Kong."

The prices in Hong Kong were even more outrageous than he had imagined.

The money he got from the pawnshop wasn't enough; it seemed he had to find a way to get more.

Of course, we can't neglect our important business.

Nothing was said that night, and the two rested and adjusted their breathing.

Early the next morning.

Based on the address he had found out, Tan Jingyao led Chen Wen to a quiet back alley and easily found Wang Zhe's tattoo parlor.

The shop is small, and could even be described as a bit dirty and messy.

When I pushed open the door, a middle-aged man wearing a black vest was fiddling with a tattoo machine.

Hearing the wind chimes, he looked up and saw Tan Jingyao, and was clearly taken aback.

"Master Tan? What a rare guest! What brings you here?"

Wang Zhe's face was full of strange expressions.

They were both masters in the martial arts world and made their living in Hong Kong. They had interacted with each other before, but they were not familiar with each other at all.

One is an artist, the other is a tattoo artist; their social statuses are worlds apart.

But soon, a hint of doubt flashed in Wang Zhe's eyes, realizing that something was wrong with Tan Jingyao's condition.

His face was pale, and his posture was somewhat unnatural, as if he had suffered a serious injury.

There was also a young man standing to the side who seemed to have some martial arts skills.

What are these two guys up to?

"Master Wang, I've come here on an important matter."

Tan Jingyao wasted no time and went straight to the point, pointing at Chen Wen.

"We've come to find you because there's a martial arts fanatic named Feng Yuxiu who's hunting down martial artists."

"He's already attacked Shark En and me, first with punches, then kicks, and then grappling. His next target could very well be you!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhe's face was filled with absurdity, and he couldn't help but sneer.

He shook his head, sat back down in his chair, picked up the tattoo machine, and continued wiping, his tone indifferent:

"Feng Yuxiu? Never heard of him."

"Master Tan, you and I both know that times have changed. What hunting of martial artists, killing to prove one's path? That's just something out of a movie."

"I've long since retired from the martial arts world; now I'm just a craftsman. If you want tattoos, I welcome that. Otherwise, please leave."

Chen Wen nudged Tan Jingyao beside him with his elbow and whispered:

"Look, this guy is just like you."

Tan Jingyao blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Indeed, at first, he didn't believe Chen Wen when he reminded him.

Therefore, he could understand Wang Zhe's reaction.

After all, in modern society, who can imagine that there are still martial arts fanatics like Feng Yuxiu?

However, he didn't give up. He stepped forward, unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, revealing bruises and footprints on his body, and said in a deep voice:

"Wang Zhe, I'm not joking! Look at this injury, that's from Feng Yuxiu's kick!"

"If it weren't for Brother Chen Wen's help last night, I'm afraid I would have been beaten to death by that madman!"

Wang Zhe stopped what he was doing, looked at the injury on Tan Jingyao's chest, and frowned slightly.

As a martial artist, he could certainly tell just how serious Tan Jingyao's injuries were.

No wonder this guy was pale and unsteady on his feet.

But Tan Jingyao was once the King of Northern Legs!

Even if his strength has declined over the years, someone who could injure him like this is no ordinary person!

It seems that the so-called Feng Yuxiu is indeed a master.

But he still didn't react much.

Wang Zhe is different from Tan Jingyao. Tan Jingyao genuinely withdrew from the underworld, enjoying a comfortable life for many years, which led to a decline in his abilities.

But he himself has always persisted in training, and his skills have not declined. Why would he be afraid of a martial arts fanatic who appears out of nowhere?

"To be able to injure you, Master Tan, this Feng Yuxiu is indeed quite capable."

"But in modern society, where can you find such a madman who kills indiscriminately?"

"Even if he dares to come, I'm not made of clay! I appreciate your kindness, please leave."

Tan Jingyao became anxious when he saw that the other party kept seeing him off.

"Wang Zhe, you..."

He was about to say something more.

Chen Wen raised his hand to interrupt him, stepped forward and said:

"Master Wang, we can understand your thoughts, but Feng Yuxiu is a madman."

"I firmly believe that kung fu is a killing technique, and every strike must kill!"

"Although I've already made an agreement with him to fight again in a month, he shouldn't make a move against you before then."

"But the promise of a madman is not necessarily reliable."

"If he challenges you, you'd better be prepared, especially prepared to kill!"

Wang Zhe was even more bewildered. He looked at Tan Jingyao, then at Chen Wen, his face filled with disbelief.

"A month? Are you here to help me, or do you want me to die sooner than expected?"

He was both amused and exasperated, and finally looked at Chen Wen.

"And you, you said you fought him last night? Did you even beat him?"

"I can't beat them," Chen Wen admitted frankly.

"Then why did you make a month-long appointment?" Wang Zhe felt like his logic was falling apart.

"Because I need to use this month to become stronger and then defeat him," Chen Wen said matter-of-factly.

Wang Zhe was utterly speechless. He put down the tattoo machine and looked at Chen Wen with the eyes of someone looking at a lunatic:

"You said he's very strong, and you can't beat him. Then you said you could surpass him in a month?"

"This is utterly absurd!"

"This is a tattoo shop, not a mental hospital. Please leave, you two, don't interrupt my business."

Tan Jingyao looked anxious and wanted to persuade him again, but Chen Wen stopped him.

Chen Wen sighed.

It's no wonder Wang Zhe didn't believe them; after all, this is modern society.

With all sorts of high-tech gadgets and modern guns, what good is a martial arts fanatic? How many shots can he withstand?

Martial arts have long since declined.

Most importantly, Wang Zhe is indeed very strong, so it's no wonder he's not worried.

However, since Chen Wen has come all this way, he cannot leave empty-handed.

More importantly, he wanted to experience the "King of Capture" techniques firsthand and even hoped to "learn the ropes" through the system!

Of course, I can't just leave like that.

"Master Wang, let's not talk about Feng Yuxiu for now."

Chen Wen took a deep breath, stepped forward, looked directly at Wang Zhe, and clasped his hands together.

"I've long heard of the King of Capture's exceptional skills; now that we've met, how about we have a friendly exchange?"

"Jeet Kune Do, Chen Wen, please instruct me!"