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

"A divine beast?!" Everyone gasped, their eyes refocusing on the arena.

It seemed to be to confirm Chen Wen's words.

The moment he finished speaking, Huang Feihong, who had been attacking with a fierce tiger-like style, suddenly changed his moves!

His footwork instantly became light and elusive, like a crane treading on water, touching the ground silently.

He moved swiftly around Yan Zhendong, easily dodging his fierce attacks.

He leaped up as lightly as a crane.

In mid-air, it suddenly transformed into a ferocious tiger descending the mountain to pounce!

His right leg shot out with the precision of a crane's knee, feinting slightly to draw Yan Zhendong's attention to defend his upper body.

The real killing move, however, is the tiger-shaped double palm strike that follows immediately, containing the full power of the body!

boom!

Yan Zhendong had just parried that feint kick when he was hit in the chest!

This time, Wong Fei-hung held nothing back, combining the power of the Tiger and Crane forms into one, with the combined force of hardness and softness surging forth like a tidal wave!

"what!"

Yan Zhendong groaned, feeling a violent shock in his chest, his blood surging, and he could no longer maintain his footing.

He staggered back seven or eight steps before crashing into the courtyard wall with a thud, barely managing to stop his retreat.

His face flushed red, then turned pale, and his chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that he had suffered a severe shock.

We lost!

The entire place was silent, with only the roar of the steam engine still ringing out.

Immediately afterwards, cheers erupted.

"Master won!"

"Master is mighty!"

"Just now! Master suddenly jumped up, he really looked like a tiger with wings!"

"Is that the Tiger-Crane Dual Form? That's amazing!"

"Master Yan withstood a move from his master head-on; Iron Shirt is indeed very powerful!!"

Lin Shirong, Yacha Su, Aunt Thirteen, and others couldn't help but cheer, extremely excited.

"Master Yan... lost..."

Liang Kuan looked at Yan Zhendong, who was leaning against the wall with a pale face, and his expression was somewhat complicated and dejected.

He had seen Yan Zhendong's impoverished state as a street performer.

I've also heard about his obsession with challenging Wong Fei-hung to make a name for himself. I thought this time I'd see a story of a master from out of town making a comeback.

In the end... they still lost.

He felt a mix of emotions, admiring Huang Feihong while also feeling a pang of regret for Yan Zhendong.

Yan Zhendong kept his head down, his chest still aching slightly.

But the pain is even more intense in my heart.

He recalled how he had left his hometown to come to this place, thinking that with his superb skills, he would surely be able to make a name for himself.

Even when he was ostracized by local martial arts schools and ended up on the streets, he was not completely desperate.

I always felt that if I could defeat that universally acknowledged number one, everything would be different.

Today, the opportunity was right in front of him, and he tried his best, but he still lost.

A deep sense of frustration and confusion welled up inside him, leaving him momentarily lost in thought.

Chen Wen was right; he was indeed no match for Huang Feihong.

Huang Feihong keenly sensed that his mood was off, quickly stopped his attack, and strode forward:

"Master Yan, thank you for your kindness. Are you alright? I was just..."

His hand had only reached halfway when Yan Zhendong suddenly flipped over and stood up on his own.

Although the movements were somewhat stiff, they carried an undeniable dignity.

Yan Zhendong solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Huang Feihong, his voice, though somewhat hoarse, was resolute:

"Master Huang! You won!"

"Foshan's number one ranking is well-deserved; I, Yan, am completely convinced!"

"However, Master Huang, there's no need for that."

"In martial arts sparring, victory and defeat are common occurrences. Your sympathy for me will only make me feel worse!"

"I've practiced martial arts for most of my life and weathered many storms. I'm not someone who can't handle defeat! If I'm not as skilled, I'll just go back and practice more!"

Huang Feihong was taken aback, and his outstretched hand awkwardly stopped in mid-air.

He then realized that his actions might indeed be seen by the other party as the pity of a victor for a loser.

This is precisely what a proud and arrogant martial artist like Yan Zhendong cannot accept.

He quickly withdrew his hand, a look of apology on his face, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"Master Yan has misunderstood; Mr. Huang had absolutely no such intention."

"Master Yan's martial arts skills are superb, and his Iron Shirt Kung Fu has truly broadened my horizons and I have benefited greatly from it. Please forgive me if my words and actions were inappropriate just now."

Yan Zhendong waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say more, but his gaze turned to the instigator, Chen Wen.

Huang Feihong followed his gaze, a hint of unspoken resentment in his eyes, and said with a wry smile:

"Brother Chen, we've only known each other for a few days, haven't we?"

"How do you know so much about my most treasured possessions?"

He said this half jokingly and half seriously.

Tiger and Crane Form, Drunken Fist, Shadowless Kick... these are all his signature skills that he has practiced diligently for many years.

Although it's not top secret, it's certainly not common knowledge either.

Chen Wen not only knew it, but he also explained it very clearly, even pointing out the essence of "the tiger and the crane in pairs, like a tiger with wings".

This level of insight and awareness is truly astonishing.

Chen Wenqian chuckled and explained:

"Master Huang is joking. Old Master Huang is one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, and you are the number one in Foshan. It's hard not to know about him."

"But we know almost nothing about you, Brother Chen." Huang Feihong sighed softly, his words echoing the sentiments of many present.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, but then they realized what it meant.

Yes.

Since they met Chen Wen, they only felt that he was mysterious, powerful, had extraordinary methods, and had peculiar ideas.

But aside from knowing that he claimed to have been taken overseas as a "coolie" and learned Jeet Kune Do from a "Brother Long," there's nothing else to know.

Almost nothing else is known.

They didn't even know what Jeet Kune Do was.

now.

Even Yan Zhendong, who had just been defeated, looked at Chen Wen with curiosity.

Huang Feihong's question was exactly what he wanted to know.

This young man could see through the strengths and weaknesses of his Iron Shirt technique at a glance, knew Huang Feihong's martial arts like the back of his hand, and acted in a way that was unpredictable and profound.

What is his true background?

All eyes were focused on Chen Wen, filled with curiosity.

Chen Wen remained calm despite the stares of the crowd.

He has many secrets, some quite incredible, but there's nothing he needs to hide.

"Jeet Kune Do is not a specific martial art; it should be called the Way of Martial Arts!"

"Not bound by form, but drawing on the strengths of all schools of thought, taking the best from each and compensating for the weaknesses, all methods lead to one."

"Simply put, it's about doing whatever's effective and fighting directly, without being bound by any fixed moves."

"Use the formless as form, and the infinite as finite."

"Defense and counter-attack; before crossing the river, strike in the middle of the stream."

"It doesn't matter what techniques you use, as long as you can faithfully express yourself, that's enough."

Therefore, Jeet Kune Do itself has no schools or sects.

"It is an ideal, a philosophy, a martial art, the Way!"

After this explanation, the courtyard fell silent.

Lin Shirong, Liang Kuan, Yacha Su, and the militia members were all confused and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What... what kind of martial art is this? It doesn't sound like anything special?"

"So it's about merging with others? What do you have of yourself then?"

"Tao? Philosophy? Can you use this stuff to fight?"

They are accustomed to boxing styles with clear moves and names.

Chen Wen's vague and abstract statements, emphasizing concepts and integration, were difficult for them to understand, and they even felt that they were somewhat pretentious and empty.

however.

Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong were two true masters who had immersed themselves in martial arts for many years.

After hearing this, he was deeply shocked, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face!

"By drawing on the strengths of all schools of thought... all methods lead to one..."

Wong Fei-hung murmured repeatedly, his eyes gleaming.

"Brother Chen, your Jeet Kune Do's ambitions are a bit too... too grand!"

Yan Zhendong gasped in shock:

"Will all martial arts under heaven be unified?"

"If Jeet Kune Do truly succeeds, will it be the only Jeet Kune Do in the world? A mind that embraces all things... that's a truly grand vision!"

They saw things more deeply than their disciples.

They were well aware that each school of martial arts had its own strengths and weaknesses, and that sectarianism and stagnation were the shackles on the development of martial arts.

The concept proposed by Chen Wen is a fundamental shock and subversion of the traditional martial arts system!

It points to a new realm of martial arts that transcends sects and continuously evolves and integrates!

This idea is so bold, so ahead of its time, and... so attractive!

But as much as they were shocked and understood, they still couldn't imagine what it would actually look like.

Lin Shirong scratched his head and said loudly:

"Boss Chen, you've explained it so eloquently, but we still don't quite understand!"

"Could you let us see Jeet Kune Do with our own eyes?"

"For example, would you like to fight your master?"