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

Just as everyone was beginning to immerse themselves in the myth of invulnerability, Chen Wen's words poured cold water on them, instantly bringing them to their senses.

Their faces showed expressions of regret and helplessness.

"Yes... foreign guns are so powerful..."

"Even the best kung fu can't withstand a bullet."

"If Master Yan's skills were in ancient times, what would he be like?"

"Alas, I was born at the wrong time..."

Yan Zhendong also heard Chen Wen's comments, and his face darkened slightly. Chen Wen's words struck at his deepest pain and confusion.

He snorted coldly, suppressing his dejection, and his eyes rekindled with fighting spirit:

"Iron shirts can't stop foreign guns! But so what? No matter how powerful a gun is, it still needs to be fired by hand!"

"Even foreigners can't stop my iron fists!"

"Master Huang! While I wouldn't claim my Iron Shirt technique is truly mastered, it's certainly difficult to injure me with ordinary attacks! Please, Master Huang, go all out!"

"Let Yan see just how impressive Foshan's number one really is!"

He assumed a fighting stance once more, his fighting spirit only increasing.

A bitter smile appeared on Huang Feihong's face.

How could he not know the power of Yan Zhendong's Iron Shirt technique?

That punch just now has already shown it.

However, he was gentle by nature and unwilling to use overly lethal moves or internal energy in sparring, lest he accidentally injure someone.

But Chen Wen had already said it this far, and everyone around was watching expectantly...

It wouldn't be appropriate for me to hold back any longer.

He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his aura seemed to change.

He slowly adopted a starting stance, a stark contrast to his previous casual defensive posture.

"In that case... Master Yan, be careful."

Huang Feihong's expression hardened, and his fist flew out like a cannon, its power concentrated, creating a clear sound of air being torn apart.

The moves flowed smoothly, and the transitions between offense and defense were exquisite.

More importantly, the power contained in his punches and kicks has clearly increased.

Yan Zhendong immediately felt the pressure!

Even with Iron Shirt protecting my body, I felt a faint swelling and tremor at the point of impact, and my blood and qi churned slightly.

He had to devote more of his energy to dealing with it.

The initial offensive was contained, and the game entered a stalemate with both offense and defense.

[Ding! Observing Wong Fei-hung's Hung Kuen at full power! Analyzing the flow of energy... Simulating the transitions between moves...]

[Analysis successful! Proficiency in Hung Kuen has greatly improved! Understanding of the application of internal strength has deepened!]

The system notifications kept ringing in Chen Wen's mind, and he became happier and happier.

But it still didn't work.

Although Huang Feihong intensified his offensive, he still mainly used the foundation of Hung Kuen and some common and exquisite moves.

Those legendary skills he's been rumored to have hidden haven't been revealed yet!

This guy is too fond of hiding his true abilities.

They only reveal their true skills when absolutely necessary!

Chen Wen's eyes darted around, and he spoke again, this time with a hint of teasing and encouragement in his voice:

"Master Huang, I've heard that your specialty is the Tiger and Crane Double Form of Xingyi Quan!"

"And there's also a drunken boxing style that's impossible to defend against?"

"Oh right, there's another move called... 'Shadowless Kick'? That's your signature move!"

"Master Yan is working so hard, Master Huang, isn't it a bit... unfair of you to be holding back like this?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihong was startled, and his movements slowed down slightly.

She glanced at Chen Wen with surprise.

How does this person know so much about himself?

He even knows that he himself specializes in Tiger Crane Dual Form and is skilled in Drunken Fist and Shadowless Kick?

While these aren't top secrets, they're not things that just any outsider could know by heart!

Yan Zhendong was even more furious!

He was already feeling somewhat frustrated because Chen Wen pointed out the limitations of the Iron Shirt technique in the age of firearms.

Hearing Chen Wen say that Huang Feihong had even more powerful tricks up his sleeve, while he himself had already given it his all, he felt this way.

It felt like being looked down upon and underestimated by the other party!

He was hardly a kind person to begin with, and he always harbored a lot of resentment in his heart.

If it weren't for working with Chen Wen during this period, I wouldn't have had to do so much thinking.

Otherwise, if it were when he first arrived in Foshan, he probably would have already fought Huang Feihong to the death.

Who cares about sparring or not!

"Master Huang, take this punch!"

Yan Zhendong let out a low roar, and his punch suddenly became three times more powerful.

The ruthless moves of Chaquan were unleashed in full force, like a raging storm, as if trying to force Huang Feihong to reveal his full strength.

Huang Feihong sensed the sudden increase in the opponent's offensive and the almost undisguised anger.

He smiled bitterly to himself and glanced helplessly at Chen Wen, who seemed to thrive on chaos.

He knew that if he didn't reveal his true abilities today, things would be difficult to salvage, and Yan Zhendong might misunderstand him even more.

He took a deep breath, his eyes instantly became incredibly focused, and his aura changed once again!

If the previous atmosphere was one of solemnity and imposing grandeur, now it exudes the ferocity and majesty of the king of beasts!

"Alright! Then I'll demonstrate Xingyi Quan!"

With a soft shout, Huang Feihong seemed to transform into a fierce tiger ready to pounce!

Instead of wandering around, he pushed off with his feet and lunged at Yan Zhendong!

A hungry tiger pounces on its prey!

His fists, like tiger claws, descended upon him with a force capable of tearing everything apart!

White Tiger washes its face!

Fists and palms fly, a strong wind blows, targeting vital points on the face, dazzling the eyes!

A tiger pushes open the fence!

With a heavy shoulder and using his body as the axis, a tremendous force surged forth, directly colliding with Yan Zhendong's center!

The tiger clutches its head!

The defensive counter-attack style involves using both arms to protect the head while simultaneously employing elbows and knees in close-range, sharp, and ruthless attacks!

Each move was accompanied by the faint roar of a tiger and the sound of wind; the movements were swift and fierce, and the momentum was overwhelming!

It felt as if a real, ferocious tiger was pouncing and tearing at the scene!

This is the true skill of Xingyi Quan, honed by Wong Fei-hung over many years – the Tiger Form!

Yan Zhendong immediately felt the pressure increase!

Huang Feihong's punches and kicks were not only more powerful and faster, but the fierce aura that swept over him even made him feel a little intimidated.

Iron Shirt can block force, but it is difficult to completely dispel the penetrating shock and oppressive aura.

He retreated repeatedly.

Cha Quan's offensive was completely suppressed, forcing him to switch to full-force defense.

He appeared somewhat disheveled while parrying and dodging!

"Amazing! This is Master's true skill!" Lin Shirong shouted excitedly.

"My God...it looks like there really is a tiger..." Liang Kuan stared in disbelief.

The other militia members held their breath, utterly shocked by the fierce and powerful Tiger-style Fist.

Yan Zhendong's forehead veins bulged, and he gritted his teeth, pushing his Iron Shirt technique to its limit.

They withstood wave after wave of Huang Feihong's attacks.

Although he was at a disadvantage, the fighting spirit and stubbornness in his eyes did not diminish at all. In fact, under the enormous pressure, his punches and kicks became even more ruthless and desperate!

He can't lose, at least not so badly!

Just then.

Chen Wen's voice rang out again:

"Xingyiquan is a style of boxing created by imitating the forms of twelve animals, and it is profound and extensive."

"Master Huang has clearly grasped the essence of it."

"However, his greatest skill is said to be not mastering a single form, but rather fusing two or even more forms, combining their strengths to compensate for their weaknesses, thus multiplying his power!"

Everyone listened intently, even temporarily forgetting the tense fight, and all looked at Chen Wen.

Someone couldn't help but ask:

"Boss Chen, you just said that Master mainly cultivates the 'Tiger and Crane Dual Forms,' so besides the tiger, the other one is the crane?"

"That's right!" Chen Wen nodded, his eyes fixed on Huang Feihong, who was fighting harder and harder, but seemed to be not giving it his all.

"The tiger form represents fierce power, with a swift and unstoppable pounce!"

"The crane shape signifies lightness, agility, speed, and surprise attacks!"

"The tiger and crane represent two forms, combining strength and gentleness, movement and stillness!"

At this point, he turned and scanned the crowd.

"Just imagine, what if an already ferocious tiger were to gain a pair of wings... what would that mean?"

Everyone was taken aback by his analogy, and then someone murmured:

"Then...wouldn't that be like adding wings to a tiger?"

"Exactly! It's like adding wings to a tiger!" Chen Wen said decisively. "It's not just a tiger anymore, it's a divine beast!"