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

Chen Wen and the surrounding crowd stared at each other, each clearly disliking the other.

"Alright, alright, this fake foreigner is fine, everyone go back to what you were doing."

When everyone saw that Chen Wen had woken up and was still able to curse, they knew the excitement was over and didn't bother to argue with this strangely dressed, foul-mouthed fake foreigner any longer.

Muttering curses like "bad luck" and "crazy," they dispersed.

"Damn, you guys are unlucky? I'd rather see a pig's tail as unlucky!"

"Thank you all for your concern earlier!"

Chen Wen couldn't help but purse his lips. Although he knew that everyone was saying they disliked him, they had indeed been concerned about him just now.

Moreover, what everyone was complaining about was each other's makeup, nothing else.

He checked his body and found nothing wrong, then began to carefully examine his current environment.

This is a rather bustling street, with pedestrians of mixed clothing, some wearing long robes and mandarin jackets and others wearing melon-shaped hats.

There were laborers dressed in short jackets with their shirts open.

Occasionally, you can see one or two people wearing round-framed glasses and suits or modified long gowns.

Almost everyone had that iconic money-tail braid swaying behind their heads, which made Chen Wen feel nauseous.

"Such chaotic clothing and attire...it's definitely the late Qing Dynasty."

Chen Wen had formed a preliminary judgment in his mind.

The accents of those people who spoke earlier were very similar to those of Xiahou Wu, Tan Jingyao, and others.

In other words, I am still in the south.

"But where exactly is this place? And what year is it?"

Chen Wen was filled with questions, but he did not panic.

This wasn't his first time traveling through time; his immediate priority was to gather information.

There is a simple, direct, and quite effective method for intelligence gathering.

Just ask!

Chen Wen quickly scanned the area, his gaze swiftly locking onto a fat man.

This guy looks rather fierce.

But for some reason, it gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had seen it not only on TV, but somewhere before.

In other words, he might be a key figure?

Chen Wen took a deep breath, dusted himself off, walked to the fat man's side, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Excuse me, sir. May I ask where this place is?"

The fat man was about to leave when he was suddenly blocked by this strangely dressed fake foreigner, and a look of disgust immediately appeared on his face.

"What kind of brother is this! I hate you fake foreigners the most!"

"You're dressed so strangely, and after learning a couple of foreign phrases, you think you know your ancestors' surnames! Get out of my way, don't delay my business!"

Fake foreign devil?

Chen Wen was taken aback, then found it somewhat amusing.

He's not a real fake foreigner.

But it's no wonder, in this era, his short hair and sportswear outfit do look quite strange.

There's no way to reason with someone who's mistaken for a fake foreigner.

He thought for a moment, then deliberately followed the other person's lead, asking with a hint of curiosity:

"And... what about the traitors? Do you hate the traitors?"

The fat man spat out a vicious spittle:

"Bah! Of course I hate traitors the most! Those scoundrels who help outsiders bully our own people deserve to die!"

clap clap!

"Well said!"

Chen Wen clapped his hands lightly, gave the fat man a thumbs up, and then asked curiously.

"Then may I ask, are you Han Chinese or Manchu?"

The fat man puffed out his chest and said loudly and matter-of-factly:

"Nonsense! Of course I'm Han Chinese! My ancestors for eighteen generations were!"

"Oh..." Chen Wen drawled, his gaze deliberately falling on the back of the fat man's head, then scrutinizing the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing, a smile curving his lips.

"Then why are you wearing Manchu clothing and keeping that...money-tail braid?"

"I..." The fat man was clearly not expected Chen Wen to ask such a question.

His face instantly turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Wen grinned mischievously.

"So, between the fake foreigners and the traitors, which do you hate the most?"

The fat man grew increasingly angry, his eyes turning red, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, looking like he was about to pounce and beat someone up at any moment.

Chen Wen quickly spread his hands and took two steps back.

"Don't mess around, buddy, I'm pretty strong."

Just then, a loud shout came from the end of the street:

"Pork Rong! What are you dawdling for?! Do you still want my pig or not?! If not, I'll sell it to someone else!"

Fatty… Pork Rong suddenly jolted awake, as if he had finally remembered something, and quickly turned around and called out.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm coming right now!"

Pork Rong turned and glared fiercely at Chen Wen, spitting out a sentence through his teeth:

"Kid! I'll remember you! Don't let me see you in Foshan again!"

He uttered those harsh words.

Pork Rong could no longer care about Chen Wen and turned to run away in a hurry.

"Pork Wing...Lam Sai Wing?"

Chen Wen stood there, watching the fat man's departing figure, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

"Interesting, so it's Wong Fei-hung."

He had realized where he was now.

Foshan, late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China!

No wonder that fat man looked familiar; it turns out he was Lin Shirong, nicknamed "Pork Rong," one of Wong Fei-hung's disciples.

Chen Wen felt a weight lifted from his heart, and at the same time, a surge of intense excitement welled up within him.

In the first world, he followed Tang Long into the world of martial arts and entered the realm of Ming Jin.

He learned various martial arts styles in the previous world and finally advanced to the Dark Force level after a battle with Xiahou Wu and Feng Yuxiu.

And the world as it is now.

This is a golden age for the development of traditional martial arts, a time of carrying on the past and ushering in the future, and producing a great number of masters!

Dong Haichuan, Wang Wu, Huang Feihong, Huo Yuanjia, Han Muxia... and so on, all renowned masters of Chinese martial arts in later generations.

In this era, they are either in their prime or have yet to make their mark!

This is a vast treasure trove of martial arts techniques!

For him, who possesses the "Heaven Rewards Diligence" system, this place is simply paradise!

Of course, there is one more point that needs to be clarified as soon as possible.

The story of Wong Fei-hung spans a considerable period, from the late Qing Dynasty to the early Republic of China. Which point in time did he actually arrive at?

But before that...

Chen Wen calmed his mind and felt the different flow of power within his body.

In his final battle against Feng Yuxiu and Xiahou Wu, under immense pressure, he successfully broke through the bottleneck of Ming Jin and advanced to An Jin.

The various martial arts techniques have been refined and their integration has greatly increased.

It's time to take a look at our current situation.

With a thought, the familiar semi-transparent system panel quietly unfolded before his eyes:

Name: Chen Wen

Martial Arts: Jeet Kune Do (LV3: 76/100)

[Realm Level: Early Stage of Internal Strength]

【武功：兵器（LV4:24/100）、形意拳（LV5:17/100）、十二路弹腿（LV5:3/100）、擒拿手（LV5:6/100）、金龙拳（LV6:1/100）、小龙飞刀（LV4:22/100）、白眉拳（LV5:1/100）、洪拳（LV5:1/100）……】

【百艺：厨艺（LV4:41/100）、恰恰舞（LV5:1/100）】

[Storage space: 1 small dragon throwing knife, 999 small Wen throwing knives, several firearms, several swords, "Annotations on Wudang Nine Palaces Swordplay", "Commentary on Xingyi Quan", "Tao Te Ching", "Zhuangzi", "Huangdi Yinfu Jing", "Zhouyi Cantong Qi", "Yunji Qiqian", "Baopuzi", "Diamond Sutra", "Surangama Sutra"...]

Chen Wen felt the surging power within his body, his muscles and bones resonating, and his blood and qi flowing freely.

Having initially mastered the hidden strength, his power was vastly different from before.

His agility far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Although it doesn't reach the level of light-footedness described in novels, with its strong physique, scaling walls and rooftops is not a problem at all.

Its power is even more formidable!

Most martial artists who advance to the Dark Force level have a strength of several hundred jin, but Chen Wen's strength is extraordinary, reaching over a thousand jin.

but!

This is far from "breaking the limits of the human body," not to mention the elusive concepts of immortality and becoming a god.