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

"ah?!"

Everyone in the room was stunned, including Sister Miao and Ah Ying.

Ah Kun even shouted it out directly:

"Impossible, Brother Long! We saw Ah Wen beat up those guards with our own eyes, he even broke the wooden bars of the cell! How can he say he doesn't know martial arts?"

Although everyone had heard Chen Wen speak, they only thought he was being polite and simply assumed he knew martial arts.

But Tang Long still said that, which was obviously a bit strange!

Chen Wen met Tang Long's gaze, nodded vigorously, and said frankly:

"Yes, I didn't know how. I just watched you practice, Brother Long, and tried to imitate you a few times, but I didn't expect to actually succeed!"

"hiss!"

A collective gasp filled the cabin.

Just by imitating a few times, you can become that skilled? That's simply...

"A peerless genius!" someone couldn't help but exclaim.

Even Tang Long sighed:

"He is indeed a once-in-a-century genius, and I have never seen such a gifted person before."

He looked at Chen Wen with genuine admiration in his eyes:

"I never expected to meet a martial arts prodigy like you here. If this were back home, I would definitely take you to meet my master!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces showed expressions of immense envy.

If Tang Long is this powerful, what must his master be like? He must be a legendary master!

Given this opportunity, they couldn't wait to drop everything and go back with Tang Long.

"Which master?"

Chen Wen asked instinctively, but then his expression turned somewhat troubled.

"Brother Long, forgive my bluntness, but I've heard a bit about your master. Some masters are certainly good, but some..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

The room fell silent instantly, and everyone stared at Chen Wen as if he were a monster.

Tang Long took the initiative to introduce him to Chen Wen as a disciple, which was an incredible opportunity. Yet Chen Wen seemed to be somewhat reluctant to accept it.

Is he crazy?

Tang Long clearly hadn't expected Chen Wen to react this way. He was about to try to persuade him again when suddenly, as if he understood something, a knowing glint flashed in his eyes:

"I see, you have a mainland accent, no wonder you're from the mainland."

He sighed, stopped mentioning his master, and instead asked directly:

"So... do you want to learn martial arts now?"

Although everyone still didn't quite understand why Chen Wen refused to become his disciple, or what Tang Long had figured out, they understood the last sentence.

Tang Long is going to personally teach Chen Wen kung fu!

Ah Ying immediately patted Chen Wen excitedly:

"Kid! You're in luck! Brother Long is now willing to personally teach you, this is an incredible opportunity!"

Ah Kun, who was standing next to him, also hurriedly shouted:

"Brother Long! I want to learn too! I want to learn real Chinese kung fu! I'll never learn that Japanese karate again!"

He looked regretful; he had thought that his karate training would be of some use.

In the end, it was nothing.

As expected, Chinese kung fu is still more powerful.

"Brother Long, we want to learn martial arts too!"

The other people who were healing also stood up, all wanting to learn martial arts from Tang Long.

Seeing the eagerness for kung fu that everyone showed, Tang Long felt a surge of satisfaction.

In this era, there are too many people who idolize foreign things and fawn over foreigners; they may not necessarily have any bad intentions.

Some couldn't distinguish between good and bad, some were simply deceived, and others felt sorry for their misfortune and angry at their lack of resistance.

Some are even purely a matter of stance.

He was powerless to change the overall environment, but he could pass on the true spirit of martial arts within his own power, and that was enough.

Especially in an era of rampant guns and cannons, there are still people willing to settle down and learn martial arts, so he is naturally willing to teach them everything he knows.

"I will teach as long as everyone is genuinely willing to learn."

Tang Long's voice was steady and powerful as he glanced at the crowd. "However, some of our ideas need to be changed first."

Without wasting words, he took this opportunity to begin his instruction:

"Karate, you can continue learning it."

"Taekwondo, Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai... you can learn all of these."

"Martial arts have no fixed schools; in fact, schools create divisions and disperse our strength."

He paused, his voice carrying a penetrating power:

"The key is whether you can use your body without restrictions, whether you can express yourself freely, wholeheartedly, and faithfully."

"That's enough."

Everyone looked completely bewildered after hearing Tang Long's words.

They want to learn Chinese kung fu to inherit the skills of their ancestors and bring glory to the country, so why do they need to learn foreign things?

Ah Kun scratched his head, puzzled, and asked:

"Brother Ke Long, isn't what you practice authentic Chinese kung fu?"

Tang Long didn't answer directly. Instead, he spread his arms and smoothly demonstrated several moves, saying as he did so:

"I have practiced a lot of kung fu, and I have studied under several masters."

"I've practiced Tai Chi, Hung Kuen, Choy Li Fut, Wing Chun... as well as Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, and Taekwondo."

"Its foundation is traditional Chinese martial arts, but it has also absorbed the strengths of many other schools of thought."

Even Tang Long himself admitted that he had studied foreign boxing styles, leaving everyone speechless for a moment.

Ah Kun, however, thought about how he had practiced karate for so long and it had all been for nothing, and he still felt a little disgusted, muttering to himself:

"Brother Long, learning foreign boxing is fine, but the Japanese karate is so weak, what's the use of learning it?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wen quickly interjected:

"Don't be fooled!"

"Karate actually originated from our Chinese martial art 'Tang Shou,' it was originally our kung fu! It was just that the Japanese stole it and changed the name, but the kung fu itself is not weak!"

Upon hearing that karate had such a history, the crowd was immediately filled with indignation.

"What?!"

"Such a thing could happen?!"

"The Japanese devils are so hateful!"

"And those Koreans and people, they especially love stealing things from China!"

"Cherry blossoms, tea ceremony, sumo wrestling, clothing... they even steal writing, customs, and festivals!"

"When we're abroad, sometimes we see something nice from our hometown, and just as we're about to say something positive, people say it's from the Japanese or Koreans. It's infuriating!"

"I never imagined they even stole karate from us!"

Ah Kun was so angry that his face turned red, but then he felt a deep sense of shame.

I've practiced for so long, and I don't even know who the originator of this kung fu is. It's really embarrassing!

Tang Long naturally knew this history as well.

It's not just karate! Too many martial arts techniques have been stolen from China!

So much so that in order to learn authentic martial arts, he had to travel abroad and even consult with the Japanese.

Thinking of this, his heart felt even heavier, but his determination to revive the prestige of Chinese Kung Fu became even stronger.

He sighed, composed himself, and continued instructing the group:

"Remember this anger! Turn it into motivation for your training!"

"Any skill is useless if you don't practice it properly!"

"When practicing martial arts, you must start with your waist! Your waist and stance must be as one!"

While explaining, Tang Long led everyone out of the wooden house and into a training ground where he began to demonstrate personally.

"Like a general on an ancient battlefield, it's not about actually riding a horse, but about mastering the method of exerting force."

"The 'horse' refers to the legs, and the 'waist' represents the commander!"

"The commander has regained his composure and controlled the horse's rampaging force. Even without using other techniques, its power is still astonishing!"

"If you combine that with your own hands, it'll be like two giant bronze hammers!"

As the old saying goes: If you don't train your waist when you practice boxing, your skills will never be high when you get old; if you practice boxing but don't train your waist, your skills will never be high in the end.

He paused, then looked at the crowd:

"Do you know about fitness? Fitness also emphasizes 'core strength.' Therefore, proper waist and stance coordination is fundamental!"