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

Chen Wen had seen the movie, so he naturally knew that this unassuming-looking street food stall cook was none other than the famous Weapon King.

He dared not delay, and immediately stood up, formally clasping his hands in a salute:

"Master Chen!"

Seeing Chen Wen's serious expression, Chen Boguang quickly waved his hand, his face still bearing that honest and simple smile:

"Hey, don't say that. It's an old almanac from so many years ago, why bring it up? I'm just a cook now."

"Besides, I am no longer qualified to be the King of Weapons."

As Chen Boguang spoke, a look of melancholy suddenly appeared on his face, and he casually rolled up the sleeve of his right short-sleeved shirt.

Under the light, a scar covered half of his arm.

His skin and flesh were twisted, and although the wounds had long since healed, they still looked somewhat grotesque, indicating that the injuries were extremely severe.

Everyone at the table saw it and was greatly surprised.

Wang Zhe couldn't help but ask:

"Master Chen, what happened to your hand?"

Chen Boguang lowered his sleeve, covering his scar, and smiled calmly:

"I was in a car accident a few years ago, but that's all in the past, so I won't go into it."

"This..." Tan Jingyao's expression changed as he looked at Chen Boguang's withdrawn arm.

They are all experts and know what the arms mean for those who practice weapons, especially swords and staffs, which require a high degree of flexibility and strength in the wrists and forearms.

Such injuries practically mean that Chen Boguang's kung fu has been rendered useless!

The once-renowned Weapon King lost his martial arts skills in a car accident.

Everyone felt a sense of indescribable melancholy.

The atmosphere at the table became somewhat subdued for a moment.

Chen Boguang, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He picked up the teapot on the table, poured water for everyone, and asked with a smile:

Why do they all have that expression?

"I just won't be able to use weapons anymore, it's not like I'm really useless."

"You're really good at wielding a spatula! My cooking isn't good?"

Chen Wen immediately picked up a large chopstick of stir-fried beef noodles, stuffed it into his mouth, and gave a thumbs up:

"Delicious! Chef Chen's cooking is superb!"

His genuine reaction made Chen Boguang's smile more sincere, and he nodded:

"Eat more if it's delicious."

At this moment, another middle-aged man beside him also sighed softly, his tone revealing a deep sense of helplessness:

"It's a pity about Old Chen's hand. But then again, even if his hand were fine, his kung fu skills would still be there, so what?"

He picked up the beer glass in front of him, but didn't drink it; he just stared at the foam swirling in the glass.

"Tan Jingyao does sculptures, Wang Zhe does tattoos, Lao Chen cooks, and I drive a truck for logistics... those are all the things we know how to do..."

He shook his head and didn't say anything more, but everyone understood what he meant.

In this era, the martial arts skills they relied on for fame and were even proud of seem to be of little use other than for physical fitness and occasional self-defense.

Martial arts have long since declined, and the ability to leap across rooftops and scale walls is a thing of the past.

Now there are only skyscrapers, no eaves for you to fly over, do you think you're Spider-Man?

As for what kind of chivalrous deeds?

Save your breath, or you might end up bankrupt.

Seeing this, Wang Zhe broke the silence and introduced Chen Wen:

"Chen Wen, this is Shao Henian, Master Shao. He practices internal martial arts, the king of internal martial arts!"

Shao Henian forced himself to cheer up and clasped his hands in greeting to Chen Wen.

"Greetings, Master Shao..."

"Master Shao, haven't we met before?"

Chen Wen quickly returned the greeting, his gaze lingering on Shao Henian's face for a few more moments.

Suddenly, I felt that Shao Henian looked somewhat familiar.

It wasn't that it looked familiar in this world, but rather... from the previous world!

When Brother Long stormed the ice factory, Boss Han had seven henchmen of varying heights, builds, and builds.

One of them looks remarkably like Master Shao in front of us!

It's just that one is young and the other is old.

Shao Henian glanced at Chen Wen, shook his head, and said in a gentle tone:

"I've been driving cars for many years, all over the country, and we might have bumped into each other somewhere."

No one thought much of it.

Wang Zhe raised his glass.

"Since we're all so fortunate to have this opportunity to get together, let's have a good drink!"

"Yeah! Let's have one!"

Although they had retired from the entertainment industry, they still had a special feeling when they met people from the same circle again.

It seemed they had finally found kindred spirits, so they all raised their glasses and drank heartily.

After a few rounds of drinks, the conversation inevitably turned back to Feng Yuxiu.

"By the way, what about that Feng Yuxiu you were talking about?"

Shao Henian put down his wine glass, shook his head, and sighed.

"I never expected there would still be such a martial arts fanatic these days."

Chen Boguang nodded as well.

To be honest, when Tan Jingyao and Wang Zhe came to see him before, he thought the two guys were deliberately making fun of him.

It wasn't until he saw the news of Shark En's death that he finally understood that there really was a madman in the martial arts world.

So I quickly contacted my other old friends.

The others were all very busy and didn't have time to come right now, but they all said they would be extra careful.

However, he still felt a bit curious.

"The only people who saw that madman were Tan Jingyao and Chen Wen."

"What's your analysis of his strength?"

Tan Jingyao was silent for a few seconds, a complex expression flashing across his face, before finally speaking very frankly:

"He's better than me. Not just in his leg techniques, but also in his ferocity and adaptability in the heat of battle. I didn't lose unjustly."

The crowd did not recognize Feng Yuxiu, but they knew of Tan Jingyao's strength.

This guy was once the "King of Northern Legs" who dominated all of Asia! How dare he say he's inferior to Feng Yuxiu?

It seems this madman is indeed very powerful!

Chen Wen waved his hand.

"Master Tan, don't underestimate yourself."

"You've focused your attention on sculpture these past few years, and your skills have become rusty. If you had continued to practice diligently, Feng Yuxiu might not be your match."

Tan Jingyao shook his head, very clear-headed:

"A true hero doesn't dwell on past glories. Besides, that guy is fundamentally different from us; he actually dared to kill. We, on the other hand..."

He glanced around at the people at the table, including himself.

"There are always concerns, more or less. In a life-or-death struggle, a difference in spirit can often mean the difference between life and death."

These words silenced everyone present, who could only nod silently.

They were all experienced people and understood the reasoning behind Tan Jingyao's words.

When you reach a certain level in kung fu, courage and willpower are sometimes more important than the techniques themselves.

On the one hand, you have no scruples, and on the other hand, you are restricted. No matter how strong you are, how much can you exert?

Winning or losing isn't just about who has the better skills.

"What an unexpected disaster," Shao Henian sighed again. "We've lived peacefully for so many years, just hoping for a quiet life, how could we have run into such a jinx?"

"Who says otherwise?" Wang Zhe smiled wryly. "The 'punch first, then kick, then grappling' rule is like a ranking system in a martial arts novel. What era are we living in?"

"The martial world..." Tan Jingyao uttered two words in a low voice, shook his head, and did not continue.

Another suffocating silence fell over the table, and even the wine in the glasses seemed to turn bitter.

suddenly.

Chen Boguang picked up his chopsticks and gently tapped the rim of his bowl, making a crisp "ding-ding" sound that broke the silence.

His face was flushed, his eyes were unfocused, and he seemed to have drunk too much, or perhaps he had been touched by something, because he suddenly started singing at the top of his lungs:

"A hearty laugh echoes across the vast ocean! The tides surge on both shores... Drifting with the waves, I remember this day..."

Everyone was taken aback; they recognized the tune—it was the melody from the movie "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer."

Yes, their current situation is so similar to that story.

He wanted to leave the martial world, but he was powerless to do so. At the same time, it was even harder for him to truly forget the martial world.

As Wang Zhe listened, he grinned and roared along:

"Heaven laughs! The world's tides rise and fall... Only Heaven knows who wins and who loses..."

Tan Jingyao and Shao Henian exchanged a glance and then started clapping and singing along.

Chen Wen was stunned.

To be honest, none of these guys can sing very well; their tunes are way off track.

Moreover, it stands out starkly from the surrounding noisy and chaotic food stalls.

But for some reason, as he looked at these martial arts masters from modern society and listened to their off-key howls and wailing, he felt a strange connection with them.

A strange feeling stirred within me, something I couldn't quite explain.

Chen Wen glanced at everyone, then suddenly burst into laughter and began to sing at the top of his lungs:

"La la la la la..."