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

Wang Zhe was so angry at Chen Wen's actions that he laughed.

This guy actually used grappling techniques against him, the grappling master?

However, he also became interested. It was not easy to meet a martial arts practitioner. Although his strength was not as good as his own, he was a genius who had mastered the true essence of Jeet Kune Do.

He naturally wanted to play a little longer.

"That's not how you use grappling techniques!"

Wang Zhe shouted loudly, and his wrist suddenly twitched as if it had no bones, easily slipping out of Chen Wen's five fingers.

He then flipped his wrist and took the opportunity to change his move again, transforming it into a silk-wrapping hand that wrapped around Chen Wen's forearm and went straight for the Jianjing acupoint.

"So that's how it can be done!"

Chen Wen was about to be locked up, but instead of being nervous, his eyes lit up.

Immediately following suit, he changed his move. Although he was a beat slower and his movements were a bit stiff, he still managed to imitate it about 60-70% of the time. He used the same "Entangling Silk Hand" move and instead entangled the target!

"You're really messing around!"

Wang Zhe's expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his arm.

With his strength, he could naturally have taken the initiative to entangle his opponent, but the young man in front of him was unbelievably strong.

If the two of them forcefully pull each other apart, he will likely be the one who gets hurt!

There was no hatred between them; it was just a friendly sparring match. There was no need to make it so brutal.

Within this small space, the two of them crossed their arms and their fingers flew across the screen.

What started as an unusual "grappling tutorial" has unfolded!

Chen Wen was like a sponge, frantically absorbing and imitating every grappling move of Wang Zhe, from the most basic wrist grabs and arm twists to the slightly more difficult shoulder locks and elbow locks.

Although his moves were full of flaws, his terrifying learning speed and ability to imitate had already made Tan Jingyao, who was watching from the sidelines, widen his eyes!

"This...this kid didn't know any grappling techniques before! He learned them on the spot?!"

Tan Jingyao was filled with shock and disbelief.

He had seen geniuses, but never one this monstrous!

This isn't just genius, this is monster!

Wang Zhe naturally noticed it too.

After the initial surprise, I couldn't help but let out a cold snort:

"Hmph! No matter how well it imitates, it's nothing more than a shell!"

"The subtle changes in force, the ability to listen to and neutralize force, and the profound understanding of human anatomy in grappling techniques—can't be learned by just a few glances?"

"I practiced diligently for three years before I even mastered the basics! You think you can turn things around with such petty cleverness? Dream on!"

He no longer held back; his grappling techniques suddenly became faster, more unpredictable, and more ruthless!

The wind was fierce, and every move was aimed at vital points, clearly indicating an intention to end the match quickly.

Chen Wencai had just begun learning grappling techniques and had only grasped the basics of the "forms." The gap between him and Wang Zhe was immense.

Faced with Wang Zhe's fierce attack, he immediately felt a surge of pressure.

Wang Zhe unleashed another exquisite move, the "Jade Belt Around the Waist," which seemed poised to completely lock Chen Wen in place.

Tan Jingyao, who had been observing from the sidelines, suddenly spoke in a deep voice. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Chen Wen's ears:

"The term 'capture' implies both 'capture' and 'seize'—the former referring to the living and the latter to the dead!"

"The capture is as swift as a binding rope, no matter how the enemy struggles, they cannot move! The hook is as sharp as a steel hook, as sticky as glue, as silken as golden thread, the enemy cannot escape!"

"Remember the key principles: First, capture; second, seize; third, subdue; fourth, defend; fifth, attack!"

"In terms of fighting style, you must stay close to the opponent and use softness to overcome hardness! It's better to use grappling and submission techniques rather than head-on strikes!"

Chen Wen had already decided to give up trembling and prepare to unleash his fierce advantage.

Upon hearing these words, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning, and I understood several key points!

At the same time, a series of system notifications popped up in his mind.

[Ding! You have received guidance from Tan Jingyao, and your grappling skills have improved!]

The key to grappling lies in the four words "dislocating tendons and bones"!

It's not enough to just grab the other person with your hands; you need to carefully understand the 'strength' and 'intention' within that grab.

In this way, one can easily control the other's movements, and even dismantle all the bones in the other's body without causing any harm!

It is an exquisite art!

When Wang Zhe heard Tan Jingyao interrupt, he paused, then abruptly turned and glared at him angrily.

"What are you doing?! We're having a competition!"

Tan Jingyao crossed his arms and chuckled:

"I didn't do anything. I'm not good at grappling, but I did learn a few moves from someone before."

"Master Chen, listen to me. If he locks your arm again, just use the Aikido move 'Entering Body Throw' to strike his sternum! You're stronger than him, so fight him head-on!"

"Tan Jingyao!" Wang Zhe was truly enraged now. "Are you deliberately causing trouble?!"

"Disrupting things? I'm just being fair!" Tan Jingyao glared. "How many years have you been practicing martial arts? Is it fun to bully a young person?"

"Besides, I've long disliked your gaudy, over-the-top tattoos! If you're going to practice martial arts, fine, but don't make yourself look like a mural! You don't look like a decent person at all!"

Wang Zhe was so angry that a vein throbbed on his forehead:

"Damn it! This is art! Human body art! You don't know anything about it!"

"Art? Tattooing your body is art? Then stamping a pig is art too? You're defiling the word 'art'!" Tan Jingyao retorted sharply.

"You...!" Wang Zhe almost choked on his breath.

He finally understood that Tan Jingyao was just there to cause trouble!

The king suddenly turned to Chen Wen, then glanced at the smug Tan Jingyao, and sneered:

"Alright, Master Tan, you're very insightful. Since you put it that way, I should also show my appreciation."

"Master Tan's Twelve Styles of Tan Leg Techniques are renowned throughout Hong Kong. Although I specialize in grappling, I have also studied various leg techniques!"

"Tan Tui emphasizes that 'the leg should not go more than three inches past the knee,' focusing on close-range, fast attacks, combined with chopping and striking techniques. It is said that 'the hands are like two doors, but the legs are the only means of striking.'"

The song goes, "Tan's Leg technique has four hands; even humans and ghosts tremble in fear!"

Tan Jingyao's expression changed slightly:

"What do you mean?"

Wang Zhe ignored him and spoke rapidly to Chen Wen:

"Listen up, kid! His spring kick is strong in close-range, continuous low kicks, a steady, accurate, and ruthless attack on the lower body. But that's also his weakness! His excessive focus on 'not going above the knee' weakens his high kicks and long-range control!"

"Wang Zhe! How dare you!" Tan Jingyao was now in a panic. This was clearly an attempt to undermine his signature kung fu skills!

"What do I have to be afraid of? You can instruct me on grappling techniques, so what's wrong with me talking about your Tan Tui style?" Wang Zhe retorted sarcastically. "Only the magistrate is allowed to set fires?"

"Fine, fine, fine!" Tan Jingyao laughed angrily and ripped open his coat.

"Looks like it's not just your competition today; we also need to settle our old scores!"

"Chen Wen, watch this! I'll show you how I use Tan Tui (a style of martial arts) to break his grappling techniques!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Tan Jingyao darted forward and charged straight at Wang Zhe!

Although the power and speed of the double kick were somewhat diminished due to the injury, the skill was still there, and this series of kicks was still incredibly exquisite!

When Wang Zhe saw that Tan Jingyao had actually come down to the stage himself, he was not flustered at all; instead, he grinned.

"Alright, let me experience Master Tan's Twelve Styles of Tan Leg!"

They are all martial artists, working in the same circle, and now they are all making a living in Hong Kong.

Although he has retired from the martial arts world, how can a martial artist not have a competitive spirit?

In fact, both of them had some obsessions.

In the past, they were concerned about their reputation and believed that since they had retired from the martial arts world, they should not take action again.

But now that the opportunity has finally arrived, I naturally want to have a competition!

Who is truly more skilled at catching and capturing?

The King of the North Legs is still stronger!