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

Chen Wen looked at Huang Feihong, a smile appearing on his face, and clasped his hands in greeting:

"Master Huang's strength is truly remarkable; I admire it! You flatter me!"

A look of understanding appeared in Wong Fei-hung's eyes, and he returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"Brother Chen's Jeet Kune Do... I, Huang, have truly experienced it firsthand today!"

"It has no fixed form, yet every move is a form to defeat the enemy; every move contains a method to break the enemy! Especially the concept of 'interception,' which directly targets the crux of the transition between offense and defense, is thought-provoking!"

"I have benefited greatly from today's exchange; I have learned a great deal!"

The two exchanged a smile, put away their stances, and walked towards the crowd.

The audience was thrilled and eagerly anticipated the intense showdown between the two.

Suddenly, he saw the two of them stop fighting, both looking bewildered.

"Huh? Why did it stop?" Lin Shirong craned his neck, looking puzzled.

"Not going to fight anymore? This...this isn't over yet!" Liang Kuan was also getting anxious.

"Who won? Master Huang? Or Boss Chen?" The other militia members looked at each other and whispered among themselves.

"Master Yan, what... what's going on?" Toothpick Su pushed up his glasses and looked at Yan Zhendong, who had a serious expression on his face, on the sidelines.

Yan Zhendong withdrew his gaze from the arena, slowly exhaled, and said in a deep voice:

"It's over."

"It's over?" Everyone was even more astonished. "How can you say it's over? The match isn't even decided yet!"

Yan Zhendong shook his head and explained:

"It's just a friendly exchange, not a life-or-death struggle. It doesn't necessarily have to come to a fight to the death."

"Boss Chen still had some energy left and didn't fully display his skills. Master Huang also didn't use his Shadowless Kick. There was no reason for them to absolutely have to win."

He paused, then looked at the still bewildered crowd:

"As for Jeet Kune Do, which you wanted to see... didn't we already see it just now?"

"You saw it? Where?" Lin Shirong's eyes widened. "Boss Chen is using Xingyi Quan, Muay Thai. What new boxing style is there?"

"Yes, what exactly is Jeet Kune Do like?" Leung Kwan pressed.

At this time.

Huang Feihong walked over, and hearing the crowd's questions, he smiled slightly and said:

"You guys still don't understand what Brother Chen said before."

"Jeet Kune Do is not a specific set of martial arts techniques. It is a philosophy, a 'Way'!"

He pointed at Chen Wen, then at himself:

"What Brother Chen just used included Xingyi, Muay Thai, and perhaps others. But did you see him bound by any particular style of boxing?"

"He combines the agility of Xingyi Quan with the power of Muay Thai, integrating them into his own reactions and judgments. When to advance, when to retreat, when to intercept, and when to launch a strong attack are all determined by his mind and the momentum."

"This is what he meant by 'all methods return to one,' which is to integrate the essence of various martial arts into one's own martial arts."

"This is a manifestation of Jeet Kune Do."

Chen Wen also came over and chimed in:

"If I had to give it a specific characteristic, it would be 'defense and counter-attack, striking while the enemy is crossing the river'."

"Don't be fixated on whether you go first or second, but rather on seizing the crucial moment in your opponent's actions to intercept and counterattack."

This explanation left most people in the courtyard still frowning, seemingly understanding but not quite.

They are used to seeing specific moves and the results of head-on clashes; these mysterious explanations about concepts and applications are simply beyond their comprehension.

Only a few people showed a thoughtful glint in their eyes, as if they had grasped a bit of the key.

Huang Feihong glanced around and took in the reactions of his disciples.

He nodded slightly in his heart.

He turned back and looked at Chen Wen again, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise.

Although the competition did not truly determine a winner, he, as someone directly involved, felt it most keenly.

Chen Wen's current strength is extraordinary, comparable to Yan Zhendong, and even more cunning in his application of interception concepts.

If he were to unleash some powerful trump cards, Yan Zhendong would be no match for him.

As for comparing it to oneself... well, that depends on who has the stronger trump card!

Huang Feihong originally thought that Chen Wen was just good at fighting, probably on par with his disciples Lin Shirong and Ling Yunkai, and perhaps had more knowledge.

But to my utter surprise, his actual combat ability was so strong that he could go toe-to-toe with me, the number one fighter in Foshan!

This was completely beyond his expectations.

He has practiced martial arts since childhood, and his father was one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong.

In contrast, Chen Wen only began learning martial arts after being captured as a "coolie" and faced numerous difficulties and dangers.

This just goes to show how terrifying this guy's talent is!

Most importantly, the other person is younger than me!

If Chen Wen is given a few more years, he will definitely be stronger than me!

Thinking of this, Huang Feihong suddenly felt a strange unease in his heart.

He has always been considered a genius and has long earned the title of the best in Foshan.

Now, he finally understood the meaning of that sentence.

There are always higher heavens and more capable people!

Yan Zhendong's heart was also filled with turmoil.

Having personally experienced Wong Fei-hung's power, he was now seeing Chen Wen able to fight Wong Fei-hung to this extent, even subtly revealing a unique method to restrain Wong Fei-hung's rich and varied abilities.

The assessment of Chen Wen's abilities was raised once again.

At this moment, Yan Zhendong suddenly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Wen, and his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes:

"Boss! Shall we have a little sparring session?"

He was furious at being defeated by Wong Fei-hung and wanted to test the mettle of this mysterious boss himself.

Chen Wen waved his hand:

"Let's talk about it next time. Don't forget, today is the first official day of operation for our pharmaceutical factory. We can't let our sparring interfere with our business."

He turned to the workers in the courtyard who were still replaying the battle in their minds, and raised his voice:

"Brothers! The excitement's over, time to get back to work!"

"The machines are running, and the medicinal herbs are all prepared. Let's hurry up, everyone get to your positions, and try to produce the first batch of medicine as soon as possible!"

"The sooner the medicine is available, the more lives can be saved!"

These words served as a wake-up call, jolting everyone back to their senses.

Yes, they came to work and earn money, and also to follow Boss Chen to do great things!

You can't make medicine just by watching fights!

"Yes! Let's get to work!"

"Boss Chen is right!"

"Let's go see how that steam engine is used for pounding medicine!"

The crowd responded enthusiastically, their excitement still lingering, but it had transformed into a passion for work.

Under Lin Shirong's shouts and instructions, everyone went to their respective posts: some processed medicinal herbs, some tended the stoves and steam engines, and some prepared packaging materials...

Out of curiosity, Huang Feihong followed Chen Wen around the factory.

Take a close look at those novel devices and workflows.

As a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, he was used to seeing medicinal materials processed by hand, pounded with a stone mortar and pestle, and stir-fried in an iron pot. He had never seen medicinal materials being evenly crushed by using steam power to drive an iron rod and hammer.

Watching that tireless iron machine efficiently complete repetitive tasks under the workers' operation.

His eyes occasionally flashed with amazement and contemplation.

He suddenly remembered the Jeet Kune Do philosophy that Chen Wen had mentioned.

Embrace diversity, learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses, and ultimately achieve unity...

How similar is this martial arts philosophy to the steam engine that came from the West?

You can hate foreigners, and you can despise their barbarity.

But the machine itself is just a tool, a way of applying force.

Rejecting or hating it won't make it disappear, nor will it make you stronger.

Only by understanding it, learning it, mastering it, and even improving it, and making it work for us, can we leverage this power to develop and strengthen ourselves.

"Learn the superior techniques of the barbarians to control them..."

Wong Fei-hung unconsciously uttered those words in a low voice.

When I first read it, I only thought it was a last resort. But now, combined with Chen Wen's words and actions and the scene before me, I can taste a different, positive flavor.

Upon hearing his whisper, Chen Wen's face lit up with a joyful smile:

"Master Huang, I'm so happy to hear you say that. It seems all my 'fuss' these past few days hasn't been in vain."

He changed the subject, asking earnestly with a hint of probing and expectation:

"So now, Master Huang, you shouldn't refuse the deeper cooperation we mentioned before, right?"