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

"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long!"

Chen Wen sighed slightly, but he didn't feel much disappointment.

The road is made step by step.

Heaven rewards diligence. Since the system has given him the possibility of immortality, he will never give it up.

The gains he made in such a short time gave him boundless confidence!

He glanced at the system panel and the items in his storage space, a smile spreading across his face.

"Excellent, excellent, a huge success!"

Chen Wen's time in the world of "Kung Fu Jungle" was short, but he gained a great deal.

When he was with Tang Long, he still had to work in a factory to make ends meet before he could practice martial arts.

In the previous world, all he did was practice martial arts.

They weren't even deeply involved in the plot.

With the guidance of Chen Boguang, Tan Jingyao and others, his improvement was naturally enormous.

Of course, the biggest gain was his warehouse full of stuff!

Fortunately, his storage space had already been expanded.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to hold that much stuff.

Not to mention the various daily necessities, the martial arts, Buddhist and Taoist classics, and other professional knowledge are of unimaginable value!

Some of them, in particular, could change the world with just a small part of them!

Looking at the newly updated data and various supplies on the panel.

Chen Wen breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling much happier.

Although the landing point after crossing the barrier isn't ideal, the improvement in strength is undeniable.

In Foshan during the late Qing Dynasty, a place teeming with diverse characters and a strong martial spirit, having this foundation made many things much easier.

"Huang Feihong... Po Chi Lam..."

Chen Wen stretched his neck and looked into the depths of the street, where people were bustling about and various signs and banners were swaying gently in the wind.

This made his thoughts wander.

Should I go find Wong Fei-hung right now?

As he pondered...

With a loud bang!

The previously clear sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds quickly gathered, and distant rumbles of thunder could be heard.

"It's raining! Hurry home and gather your laundry!"

The weather in the south is unpredictable.

Large raindrops soon began to pelt down, causing panic among pedestrians on the street who scrambled for shelter.

"not good!"

Chen Wen's storage space was well-stocked with raincoats, umbrellas, and all sorts of other daily necessities.

But it's really inappropriate to suddenly pull out an umbrella on the street when your hands are empty.

He could only lower his head and run toward a spacious shop next door.

I had just arrived at the door and hadn't even gotten my footing yet.

A strong, powdery scent mixed with some strange smells wafted over.

Immediately following was another sweet, charming voice.

"Grandpa's here! Come in and have a seat!"

A woman dressed in flashy clothes and with thick makeup on her face swayed her hips as she walked towards Chen Wen.

"Sir, you're all soaked. Shall we have the ladies help you dry off and have a cup of hot tea to warm you up?"

As the woman spoke, she leaned closer to Chen Wen.

They were friendly and warm, completely different from everyone else on the street.

"Huh? A brothel!"

Chen Wen subconsciously looked up and finally saw what kind of shop it was.

"Oh my, what brothel? This is a place for gentlemen to have fun!"

The woman flicked her handkerchief and gave him a flirtatious wink.

"No need, no need!"

Chen Wen quickly stepped back and turned to rush back into the rain.

Even getting soaked in the rain is better than staying in a place like this.

He had previously given Brother Long a special lecture, but he never expected that the first door he would enter in this world would be the gate to a brothel.

That's really bad luck.

"Pah, you fake foreigner, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for!"

Seeing that another customer had slipped away, the prostitute rolled her eyes and went to wait for the next one.

"The wicked old society!"

Chen Wen sighed, not wanting to act as a moral guardian and criticize, after all, the other party was also a pitiful person.

I'm not able to do anything right now, so I'd better leave.

He shook his head, preparing to leave the area.

Suddenly, I saw a small group of people gathered under the eaves of a building across the street, seemingly watching something exciting, and I could vaguely hear cheers coming from there.

Amidst the wind and rain, a voice rang out:

"Fellow gentlemen and brothers of Foshan! I am Yan Zhendong, from Shandong!"

"Having just arrived in your esteemed land, I possess nothing of value but my rudimentary skills. Today, I humbly offer my humble abilities, hoping only to earn a living!"

"Those with money, please support us financially; those without, please just show your support!"

The voice was quite loud and had a distinct accent.

"Yan Zhendong?"

Chen Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around and walked over.

At the street corner, people were taking shelter from the rain under the eaves, but there was a middle-aged man in the middle of the road.

The man was shirtless, revealing his strong, muscular physique.

He clasped his hands in a fist and looked around, then tossed his head and swung the whip around his neck, before taking out a piece and biting it in his mouth.

He walked up to the two red-tasseled spears that had already been set up.

The tips of those two guns were polished to a shine, clearly indicating they weren't just for show.

Under the tense gaze of everyone.

Yan Zhendong took a deep breath, steadied himself in a horse stance, and with the veins bulging in his neck, he actually used his throat to block the tips of the two red-tasseled spears!

The other end of the gun barrel was firmly pressed against the ground.

"Ha!"

He let out a low roar, unleashing his full power. The muscles in his neck bulged as he slowly and forcefully pressed the spear tip forward!

The gun barrel began to bend, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound!

"A silver spear piercing the throat! That's real skill!"

"I've seen plenty of itinerant performers, but few can pull off something like this!"

"It looks painful! This Shandong man is really going all out!"

"Be careful! Don't actually plunge it in!"

"What if we mess this up..."

The crowd gasped in astonishment, clearly stunned.

Even some people who were heading home stopped to watch this amazing skill.

The heavy rain is still falling.

Yan Zhendong was already soaked through.

But he paid no heed and continued to perform the act of stabbing someone in the throat with a silver spear.

The rain was a good thing for him, at least it kept people here, and more onlookers might mean more tips.

However, stabbing someone in the throat with a silver spear is extremely dangerous.

Even though Yan Zhendong was highly skilled in martial arts, he dared not be careless at this moment.

He just bit down on the cotton cloth in his mouth, his face flushed, and his eyes wide open, clearly struggling.

The two red-tasseled spears curved more and more, and the red tassels on the spear shafts trembled violently.

at last!

Click!Click!

Two crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously!

He actually broke the shafts of the two red-tasseled spears with his throat!

"good!!"

"sharp!!"

A burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause erupted from the crowd; everyone was deeply impressed and thoroughly entertained.

Yan Zhendong spat out the cloth strip from his mouth, took a few deep breaths to calm his churning blood, then clasped his hands in a salute to the surroundings, his voice a little hoarse than before:

"Thank you all for coming! Thank you so much! Please do me a meal if you'd like; I'd be extremely grateful!"

The special skill has been performed, and the next step is naturally to give a reward.

however.

It seemed like everyone had just remembered that it was raining, and they all turned and ran.

Only a few loose copper coins fell to the ground, making a clinking sound.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Yan Zhendong's face, but he only sighed slightly, as if he had already gotten used to it, and then forced a smile back onto his face.

"Thank you so much!"