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

The car stopped at the street corner.

Ajera braked hard, glanced at the tattoo shop sign across the street, then turned to look at Lu Xuanxin in the passenger seat, his face full of reluctance.

"Boss, we haven't found Tan Jingyao, and as for Wang Zhe... I don't think it's going to work out either. Even if we do find him, what can we get out of him? Xiahou Wu is clearly playing us for fools."

Ah Jie's tone was somewhat complaining.

"I've been searching all day, just going around in circles in these messy places. I think we should go through the surveillance footage and eyewitness accounts near the attack site again."

Lu Xuanxin opened the car door and looked up at the tattoo parlor. The door was closed, but light was shining from the second-floor window.

"Since we're already here, taking a look won't take much time."

Lu Xuanxin closed the car door and straightened her casual coat.

"But don't reveal your identity directly this time. Xiahou Wu's tone was strange when he mentioned these people. If there really is some connection, you probably won't get anything out of them if you ask directly."

"Let's pretend we're customers who want a tattoo, and let's test the waters first."

Ah Jie sighed and followed helplessly.

Clang!

Chen Wen's fingers flew across the keyboard as his eyes were fixed on another illustrated post on the screen about "Detailed Explanation of the Power Generation of the Top Elbow in Bajiquan".

The roller shutter door was knocked on from the outside, not very hard, but persistently.

Chen Wen frowned, and without turning his head, raised his voice:

"Closed today! No business! If you want a tattoo, come back tomorrow!"

The knocking stopped for a few seconds, then resumed, this time with more determination.

Chen Wen was getting impatient; he was just getting to the crucial point.

But he still saved the webpage, got up and walked over, and pulled open the roller shutter door from the inside.

There were two people standing outside the door, a man and a woman.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with neat short hair and sharp eyes. Although she was dressed casually, her posture and demeanor exuded a unique charm.

The man was younger and followed half a step behind her, his eyes scanning the environment through the crack in the door warily.

Chen Wen's gaze swept across the two faces, especially when he saw the woman's face clearly.

My heart skipped a beat.

That face... Lu Xuanxin!

The serious crime squad inspector in the movie who was in charge of hunting down Feng Yuxiu!

His face remained expressionless, but several thoughts raced through his mind in an instant.

How did the police find this place? Were they in plainclothes? Was it because of Wang Zhe, or... were they after me?

Lu Xuanxin was also sizing up Chen Wen.

The information described Wang Zhe as a middle-aged man in his forties covered in tattoos, but the person in front of him was much younger and had clean arms without any tattoos.

It wasn't Wang Zhe, and it probably wasn't a thief either... No thief would be so brazenly loitering in someone else's shop with their computer on.

So, is he Wang Zhe's friend? Or... a student?

"Who are you looking for?" Chen Wen asked first, his tone indifferent.

"Excuse me, is Master Wang Zhe here?" Lu Xuanxin asked with a smile. "We heard he's very skilled and wanted to come and see for ourselves."

Chen Wen sneered inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged:

"He's not here. He went out and said we're not open today."

He was about to close the door when he said that.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Lu Xuanxin reached out and braced herself against the edge of the roller shutter door. The force was not great, but it was very steady.

Her gaze passed over Chen Wen and landed on the tattoo parlor behind him.

Thick sheets of A4 paper were scattered or piled up everywhere—on the worktable, on the floor, and even on the chair next to it.

The printer was still working, making rhythmic clicking sounds, spitting out sheet after sheet of paper covered with pictures and text.

She initially thought it was some kind of novel tattoo design or technique.

But that's not the case!

The stack of papers closest to the door was filled with diagrams of human body movements!

There are also dense text descriptions next to it, among which words such as "strength", "waist and stance", and "sinking shoulders and dropping elbows" are particularly eye-catching.

This doesn't look like a tattoo design; it looks more like... a martial arts manual?

"Who are you?" Lu Xuanxin's tone carried a professional scrutiny, and her smile faded slightly. "Isn't this Wang Zhe's shop?"

Chen Wen knew he couldn't hide it, and too lazy to make up lies, so he simply stepped aside to let the door open.

"Come in and talk, don't block the door."

He turned around and walked back to the computer, casually stuffing a newly printed draft of "A Brief Explanation of Wudang Chunyang Gong" onto the pile of papers that was already half a foot high next to him.

Lu Xuanxin and A-Jie exchanged a glance and went inside.

Their eyes were immediately drawn to the pile of papers all over the room.

As you get closer, you can see it more clearly. What's printed on it are various martial arts moves, acupoint and meridian diagrams, boxing formulas, power generation techniques... a dazzling array of styles.

"What are these...?"

Lu Xuanxin picked up a document with the title "Summary of the Seventy-Two Styles of Grappling and Joint-Reversing Techniques".

"A martial arts manual."

Chen Wen sat back in his chair, paused a downloading video task by clicking the mouse, turned around, and answered naturally.

"Can't you read?"

Lu Xuanxin: "..."

Of course she could read and saw what was written on it, but who would use a printer to print out martial arts manuals?

The scene was so absurd that she could hardly believe it.

Ah Jie's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but pick up another copy, reading the title aloud:

"The Seven Essentials of Chen Style Tai Chi Chuan Cannon Fist Training Method... Where did you get all of this?"

"I downloaded it from the internet." Chen Wen pointed to the computer screen, which still had several martial arts forums and video websites open. "Did I make it up myself?"

"Download it online...anywhere?" Lu Xuanxin felt her understanding was being challenged.

In her mind, or rather in the mind of many ordinary people.

Even if a martial arts manual isn't a treasure hidden deep in a mountain cave that requires blood to bind it to its owner, it should at least be a precious document passed down within a certain sect and not easily shown to others.

How did the other party download it from the internet?

"Otherwise what?" Chen Wen retorted, seemingly finding her question strange. "What era are we living in? The internet is the best repository of knowledge!"

Chen Wen casually pulled out a piece of paper from the pile of papers that was half a person high next to him, handed it to Lu Xuanxin without even looking at it, and said it was a matter of course.

"Music, art, even gun manufacturing methods... if you're willing to spend the time looking, there's plenty of more obscure and in-depth information available."

Lu Xuanxin subconsciously took the document and glanced at the title at the top.

Detailed Explanation of Anti-Slip Coating Technology for Aircraft Carrier Deck

Her eyes widened suddenly, and her fingers holding the paper froze for a moment.

Ah Jie, who was standing next to him, also leaned over for a glance, and his lips twitched violently.

"What...what is this?!" A-Jie pointed at the title, his voice trembling.

Chen Wen then glanced at the title, his face showing no surprise, and instead shrugged:

"Oh, this is information shared on a military enthusiast forum."

He spoke of it casually, as if downloading aircraft carrier technical data and downloading novels were the same thing.

Lu Xuanxin held the "Detailed Explanation of Deck Anti-slip Coating" in her hand, feeling a bit confused.

Chen Wen had already left the computer and bent down to pick up a few scattered documents from the ground.

Among them are "An Introduction to Guqin Tablature", "A Preliminary Exploration of Enamel Painting Techniques"... and a book with an even more absurd title, "Gunfighting (Theoretical Edition)".

Carefully separate these from the book "Seven Essentials of Chen Style Tai Chi Chuan Cannon Fist Training Method", staple them together, and put them in different boxes.

This information was extremely complex, and in the past he certainly wouldn't have wasted his time on it.

But now that he has a system, since he has the opportunity to learn and the ability to learn, he will naturally learn as much as he can.

"In theory, as long as it doesn't involve state secrets or have strict copyright restrictions, a lot of technical information, academic papers, engineering manuals, and even imagined abilities can be found."

"The only difference is whether you're willing to learn."

"That's why I say, now is the best of times!"