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

Chen Wen leaped forward like a hawk swooping down on its prey, directly pouncing on one of the Shahe Gang thugs.

Crack! A sound of bones breaking rang out!

Before the thug could react, he was sent flying, spitting out blood.

He slammed heavily to the ground and immediately lost consciousness.

This was swift and ruthless!

The once bustling street fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

All the members of the Shahe Gang were stunned, staring in horror at their fallen comrade who seemed to be neither alive nor dead.

Then look at the short-haired young man with a calm expression.

Suddenly, I was gripped by panic.

Even Chief Qiu was terrified by the vicious kick, but he was still the chief.

They knew that if they backed down now, the Shahe Gang would never be able to hold their heads high in Foshan again!

"What are you all standing there for?!"

"He's all alone! Get him! Kill him! Whoever kills him gets ten silver dollars!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

Several thugs, their eyes bloodshot, pounced on us from both sides!

Chen Wen looked at the thugs who had mustered up their courage to rush forward, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Well done!"

With a swift movement, he effortlessly evaded the pincer attack.

At the same time, his right arm swung back with lightning speed, and his elbow, like a cannonball, struck the right-side thug's ribs with precision.

Click!

The thug groaned, his eyes bulged, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his ribs, unable to even scream.

The thug on the left missed his target with his stick and was about to finish his attack when he struck again.

Chen Wen used the force of the right elbow strike to rotate his body in a half-spin.

His left leg swept upwards, viciously slapping between the thug's legs.

"Aww!"

A scream, now distorted, echoed through the street. The thug threw down his stick, clutched his groin, and curled up like a shrimp.

His face instantly turned from red to green, then to white, and he fainted.

But Chen Wen did not stop. He made another move and charged towards the Shahe Gang members!

His punches and kicks are extremely fast, without any fancy moves; every strike goes straight for the vital points!

boom!

One of the thugs was punched in the chin, fell backward, and vomited blood from his mouth and nose.

Click!

The other thug's arm, which was holding a knife, was chopped off by Chen Wen with a chop to the outside of his elbow joint. His forearm twisted strangely, and the knife flew out of his hand.

The third thug had just picked up the stool.

Chen Wen's attack landed, knocking another person away!

It was a complete rout! Like a tiger among sheep!

Chen Wen's movements were concise, efficient, and ruthless.

These Shahe gang members, who only knew street fighting skills, couldn't even withstand a single move from him; they would get injured if grazed and fall down if touched.

The crowd was initially stunned into silence.

This immediately sparked an even bigger uproar and cheers!

"Good! Well done!"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"Where did this young man come from? His kung fu is so good!"

"They look young, but they're really ruthless... But well done, they beat these Shahe Gang bastards!"

The onlookers, always eager for excitement, clapped and cheered enthusiastically, even more so than if they were watching a play.

For ordinary people.

The Shahe Gang, a local thug gang, had a history of bullying the good and kind. Seeing them being dealt with so easily was incredibly satisfying.

Liang Kuan hid behind Lin Shirong, his eyes wide with amazement.

A master! This is a true master!

Lin Shirong was also shocked. Although he didn't like Chen Wen's outfit, he had to admit that this man was very skilled in martial arts!

And they're helping them fight!

"Haha! Good! You fake foreigner...well done!"

"What are you guys standing there for? Those Shahe Gang bastards are done for! Give them a good beating! Show them our might!"

The militia members were greatly encouraged and charged towards the Shahe gang!

Although they mostly used sticks and carrying poles, one could vaguely discern some patterns of coordination in their movements.

Several members of the Shahe Gang were first taken down by Chen Wen as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

When the militia launched another counterattack, they had no will to fight left.

Someone shouted:

"Run!"

The remaining dozen or so men didn't even bother with their fallen comrades; they turned and ran.

"Chase them! Don't let them get away!"

Lin Shirong, caught up in the excitement of the fight, led his militia brothers in a flurry of pursuit.

Chen Wen did not pursue.

He stood there, looking at the militia members, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Not bad, not bad. Although we've wasted these years and haven't even had enough to eat, we're still a brave and skilled team."

"I'm going to take this army!"

……

In a Western restaurant.

Huang Feihong looked rather unwell.

After he and Toothpick Su arrived at the yamen, they were immediately taken to this Western restaurant by Admiral Fucha.

They met two foreign captains, Jason from the United States and Viggs from England.

Fucha said he was going to help them mediate the conflict, but the other party surprisingly said they wouldn't hold the vendor who had trespassed on the boat responsible.

Let it go?

The vendor was shot and seriously wounded by foreigners on his own dock, and his fate was unknown.

Now the perpetrators think they can just brush things aside with a casual "I won't pursue it"?

Huang Feihong, his chest heaving with anger, stared directly at Fucha:

"Your Excellency, Ah Gui was indeed at fault, but not to the point of death! Foreigners treat the lives of our people like dirt. How can such atrocities be dismissed with a simple 'no further action'?"

"There has to be an explanation!"

Fucha sneered:

"Huang Feihong, mind your place. You are just a commoner! The imperial court is now promoting Westernization and emphasizes harmony between China and foreign countries."

"You should be grateful that the foreigners aren't pursuing this; don't be so ungrateful!"

He paused, his tone becoming even more somber, his words carrying a hidden meaning:

"You should be aware of the prevailing winds in the capital. Going against foreigners is just causing trouble for the court, it's... being out of touch with reality!"

Hearing this, Wong Fei-hung became even angrier:

"Foreign affairs? Harmony? Your Excellency, foreign warships are on our river, the concessions have seized our land, and now people have been injured on their ships, yet we're being accused of being unreasonable?"

"The imperial court is constantly making concessions to foreigners, signing treaties that ceded territory and paid indemnities. Which of these treaties truly represents peace? If this continues, the nation will cease to exist!"

"Insolence!" Admiral Fucha's face darkened, he slammed his hand on the table and stood up, glaring intently at Huang Feihong.

"Wong Fei-hung! You're too arrogant!"

"The imperial court specifically sent me here to keep an eye on you, and on those people left behind by Liu Yongfu!"

"Huang Feihong, you'd better behave yourself. If you dare to incite trouble, don't blame me!"

Huang Feihong's face was extremely gloomy.

He had always been aware of the court's apprehension.

He had long known that leaving the Black Flag Army behind would cause the imperial court to be wary.

But out of respect for Lord Liu's entrustment and for the sake of the brothers in the Black Flag Army, he accepted it.

Now that the other party is threatening him with the Black Flag Army, is he just going to give up on seeking justice for the vendors?

Just then!

Bang! Crash!

It was accompanied by a roar and screams.

The militia and the thugs from the Shahe Gang fought so fiercely that they fought their way from the streets all the way here!

Admiral Fucha was initially startled, but upon recognizing the men's attire, he flew into a rage, abruptly turning to Huang Feihong and shouting sharply:

"Huang Feihong! Well then! So your Black Flag Army is really going to rebel?!"

"No! Your Excellency, this is a misunderstanding!" Huang Feihong felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that he was in deep trouble, and quickly explained.

At the same time, you should rush over to stop the brothers who are still fighting.

But it was too late.

Hurried footsteps and shouts came from outside the restaurant. The yamen runners and soldiers had arrived and lined up, pointing their muskets at the militia members.

Admiral Fucha suddenly waved his hand:

"Seize them all! Take them back to the yamen!"

Looking at the constables and then at the cold, stern eyes of the supervising admiral, Huang Feihong knew that any explanation would be futile at this moment.

He could only close his eyes in anguish and let out a long sigh.