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

Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong stood facing each other.

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

All eyes were focused on the two people in the room, and everyone unconsciously lowered their breathing.

Lin Shirong, Liang Kuan, and the members of the militia all held their breath, their eyes fixed intently.

Thirteen Aunt nervously clenched her handkerchief.

The atmosphere instantly became lively.

"Who do you think is more powerful, Master or Master Yan?"

"Master will definitely win!"

"Of course! Our master's kung fu is unfathomable!"

"But this Master Yan looks really impressive too, look at his physique!"

"Even if I try to fight back, can I withstand Master's Shadowless Kick?"

Almost everyone subconsciously thought that Huang Feihong would win, after all, the title of Foshan's number one was not just for show.

Of course, everyone can see that Yan Zhendong is definitely not a simple person.

Chen Wen stood a little behind the crowd, arms crossed, a smile on his face, but his eyes were unusually focused.

For him, this was an incredible opportunity!

The exchange between two masters of the era, and a relatively restrained one at that, presented him with the perfect opportunity to learn and comprehend the "Heaven rewards diligence" system!

He could already sense that the system was already stirring.

In the field.

After the two finished bowing, their eyes met briefly in the air.

"Master Huang, watch out!"

No unnecessary words.

Yan Zhendong gave a low shout and took the lead!

He stomped his foot hard, and the bluestone ground seemed to tremble slightly as he lunged at Huang Feihong.

His right fist, like a cannonball, carried a fierce and violent force, striking straight at Huang Feihong's center!

It is the extremely swift and powerful punch from Chaquan!

"What amazing Chaquan!"

Huang Feihong's eyes narrowed, but he neither flinched nor dodged. He formed his right palm and seemingly lightly met the attack.

Just as the fist was about to strike, the wrist flipped, palm facing outward, and gently deflected and pulled.

Snapped!

The fist and palm collided, producing a crisp sound.

Yan Zhendong felt as if his powerful punch had hit a ball of cotton, and the force was diverted.

His body swayed slightly involuntarily in the direction Huang Feihong was guiding.

But he reacted extremely quickly, using the momentum to twist his waist, and his left leg swept out like a steel whip, aiming at Huang Feihong's lower body!

Huang Feihong shifted his feet lightly, taking a half-step back to avoid the fierce kick.

Yan Zhendong, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks like a storm!

Chaquan emphasizes "moving like the wind and standing like a nail."

His movements were wide and powerful, his attacks were fierce and aggressive, and his momentum was astonishing!

Fists, palms, elbows, knees, and legs are all used to attack the enemy's vital points. They are extremely fast, powerful, and generate a whooshing sound!

Huang Feihong, on the other hand, was like a small boat bobbing up and down in a raging storm.

With exceptional agility and exquisite footwork, he always managed to evade or deflect Yan Zhendong's attacks at the last possible moment.

He was not in a hurry to retaliate, and mainly relied on dodging, blocking, and pulling.

When he does make a move, it's always with skill overcoming force, using minimal effort to achieve maximum effect.

For a moment, it appeared that Yan Zhendong was the main attacker, and his momentum was fierce.

Huang Feihong, on the other hand, appeared to be on the defensive, seemingly somewhat passive.

"Why isn't Master fighting back?" someone asked anxiously.

"What do you know! Master is testing the other party's strength!" Although Lin Shirong was also sweating, he had followed Huang Feihong for a long time and had figured out some of the tricks.

"Master Yan's boxing skills are incredibly fierce! And so fast!" Liang Kuan couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Master Huang seems... a bit suppressed?" someone muttered quietly, unsure.

Aunt Thirteen was even more nervous, her knuckles turning white from clenching her fists.

Yan Zhendong unleashed another powerful and heavy mountain-splitting palm strike.

It was clear that Huang Feihong had nowhere to run.

He lowered his body slightly, raised his left arm to block, and silently thrust his right fist out from under his ribs, striking Yan Zhendong's chest and abdomen!

This punch may seem slow, but it contains a pure hidden force, which is the Black Tiger Strikes the Heart from Hung Gar!

boom!

The fist landed squarely on Yan Zhendong's chest!

However, the anticipated scenario of Yan Zhendong being forced to retreat or suffer an injury did not occur.

Huang Feihong felt as if his punch had landed on an incredibly tough piece of cowhide.

The force of the punch penetrated, and Yan Zhendong only swayed slightly, but his feet did not move an inch!

On the contrary, Wong Fei-hung felt his fist was slightly numb from the recoil!

"Iron Shirt!"

Huang Feihong was secretly alarmed and immediately withdrew, avoiding Yan Zhendong's counterattack with an elbow.

Yan Zhendong rubbed his chest, a hint of arrogance on his face, and shouted:

"Master Huang, don't hold back! My external martial arts skills are strong enough to hold out!"

Now that the onlookers could see it clearly, they immediately gasped in surprise!

"My God! He took a punch from Master Huang and is fine?!"

"Master Yan has such strong bones and muscles!"

Lin Shirong, Liang Kuan, and others were on tenterhooks.

I never expected Master Yan's defense to be so abnormal!

He can even withstand his master's punch!

Only Chen Wen's eyes gleamed; far from being worried, he was even more excited.

In the brief moment of their exchange, a series of notification sounds rang in his mind:

[Ding! Observing Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong's actual fight! Analysis in progress... Simulating power generation techniques... Recording footwork trajectory...]

[Analysis successful! Congratulations, host, you have mastered: Chaquan (LV1: 1/100)!]

[Analysis successful! Congratulations, host, you have mastered: Iron Shirt (LV1: 1/100)!]

[Observing the practical application of Hung Kuen, congratulations host: Hung Kuen proficiency has increased!]

"Chaquan... Iron Shirt... Good stuff!"

Chen Wen was secretly delighted. These were all genuine, hard-earned skills, especially the Iron Shirt technique, which was practically a life-saving divine skill!

Although it's only the beginning.

But with this system as a cheat, as long as you diligently observe and practice, it won't be difficult to reach a higher level.

However, he quickly frowned again.

Huang Feihong was clearly still holding back his strength, concealing many of his exquisite moves and the application of internal energy.

He can only learn so much from this kind of exchange!

We need to add fuel to the fire!

At this moment, the people around him started talking even louder, all marveling at the power of Yan Zhendong's Iron Shirt technique.

Chen Wen's eyes darted around, and he spoke loudly:

"Look carefully, everyone!"

"Master Yan is using Chaquan (查拳)!"

"Fierce and violent, with attacks like a tidal wave."

"This Chaquan style is no ordinary martial art. It originated from the military martial arts of Qi Shaobao, a famous general who fought against Japanese pirates. It combines the strengths of various boxing styles and was created specifically for battlefield combat. It is swift, direct, and extremely powerful!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd stirred again.

"Qi Jiguang?!"

"So it's the martial arts of Qi Jiguang's army! No wonder they're so powerful!"

"Master Yan actually knows such a profound and ancient style of boxing!"

Yan Zhendong was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, not expecting Chen Wen to know so much about his studies.

Before the crowd could even begin to discuss, Chen Wen turned his gaze to Huang Feihong and loudly proclaimed:

"Master Huang! The essence of skillful exchange lies in enjoying oneself and in being honest!"

"If you keep hiding it like this, it won't be fair!"

"Master Yan's Iron Shirt martial arts skills have reached a high level; ordinary punches and kicks can hardly shake him!"

"If you continue to use only five or six tenths of your strength and don't unleash your true abilities, I'm afraid you won't even be able to break through Master Yan's defense. What's the point of this sparring then?"

That was a direct statement, even a bit of a provocation.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to Wong Fei-hung. So Master Wong hadn't used his full strength yet?

Chen Wen seized the opportunity and explained to everyone:

"Iron Shirt is one of the ultimate forms of external hard martial arts."

"When one reaches a high level of mastery, their skin becomes as tough as iron and their muscles as taut as leather when channeling their energy. Not only can they withstand heavy blows from fists and feet, but ordinary sword and knife strikes, unless delivered with sufficient force and at a cunning angle, will also be difficult to injure in the slightest!"

"Master Yan has been immersed in this art for many years, and his skill is extremely profound!"

Everyone was stunned, and their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Yan Zhendong.

"Even swords and blades can't hurt you?!"

"Wow, wouldn't that make us invincible?"

"Does such kung fu really exist?!"

Invulnerable to swords and spears? That's incredible!

Chen Wen's voice rang out again, tinged with emotion, breaking the crowd's awe of the Iron Shirt's power.

"It's just a pity that we were born in an era with muskets and cannons."

No matter how strong your iron shirt is, it can't stop a bullet.