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

As soon as Chen Wen finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent.

Everyone, including Wong Fei-hung and Yim Chun-tung, thought they had misheard!

Passing on...passing on martial arts?

In this era where sectarianism was extremely important and the transmission of martial arts skills was valued more than life itself, martial arts manuals were treasures that each school and sect would never pass on to outsiders!

Even if one formally becomes a disciple, it takes several years or even more than a decade of trials and tribulations to hone one's skills.

The master would never easily impart the core skills!

And now.

Chen Wen, their boss whom they had only known for a short time, was actually going to publicly teach martial arts?

And three sets at that?

No apprenticeship ceremony or lengthy trials are required. Anyone in the factory who wants to learn can do so.

This...this is absolutely appalling!

It completely overturned all their understanding of teaching martial arts!

Although Aunt Thirteen did not understand the value of martial arts, she realized from the extremely shocked expressions on everyone's faces how unusual Chen Wen's plan was.

Wong Fei-hung was the first to react. Knowing the gravity of the matter, he quickly stepped forward and whispered to Chan Man-tat:

"Brother Chen! This is unacceptable! The transmission of martial arts skills is no small matter! How can it be passed on so easily?"

Chen Wen frowned.

"Master Huang, they are my people now, and they will be working for me from now on. It's only right that I teach them some skills."

He paused, then looked at Wong Fei-hung:

"In fact, Master Huang, you're now part of the 'Baozhilin Pharmaceutical Factory' too. You should learn this skill as well."

"The philosophy of martial arts is not only applied to fists and feet, but also to doing things."

"What we are about to do requires breaking many old rules, including the rules for passing on skills and techniques."

Huang Feihong was taken aback when he heard this.

That's right, he has agreed to merge with Chen Wen, and the factory has been renamed Baozhilin Pharmaceutical Factory.

But the factory owner is still Chen Wen.

He's at most a shareholder, but he should still listen to Chen Wen's orders.

Those militia members are already Chen Wen's workers. What does Chen Wen want them to do? What do they want them to learn?

I really have no right to say anything.

Chen Wen didn't care about Huang Feihong's dilemma and directly took out three books from his pocket.

"Master Huang, you have the best skills and learn very quickly. Once you've mastered them, you must pass them on to everyone as soon as possible!"

"Military boxing, Tangzi leg kick, and Pofeng Eight-Sword Technique?"

Huang Feihong subconsciously took the three books and glanced at them a few times.

The materials, printing, and fonts of these books were very strange, similar to those in Das Kapital, and he had never seen anything like them before.

However, the content is quite good.

These three kung fu styles are not profound or mysterious, but they are easy to learn and require very little from the practitioner. As long as one is willing to work hard and practice step by step, one can succeed.

Given time, he could become a decent martial artist.

This seems to be a martial art specifically created to cultivate a large number of experts!

In particular, it can produce a large number of usable talents.

Any sect or force with even a modicum of foresight would regard it as a treasure and would never pass it on lightly.

He couldn't help but look at Chen Wen:

"Brother Chen, are you really going to pass on these techniques to everyone so easily? Isn't that a bit too generous and selfless?"

"Kung fu is static, but people are dynamic," Chen Wen said calmly, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

What's the use of locking up even the best skills?

"The real value lies in sharing it so that more people can practice it."

As he spoke, he reached into his robes again, pulled out a few books, and handed them directly to Wong Fei-hung:

"Oh, by the way, these things are for you..."

"Annotations on the Wudang Nine Palaces Swordplay, Commentary on Xingyi Quan...!"

When Huang Feihong saw those books, his eyes widened suddenly.

What is recorded there is clearly a detailed explanation and annotation of certain core techniques in Wudang swordsmanship and Xingyi boxing.

The principles and insights contained therein are incisive and to the point. They are by no means common knowledge circulating in the martial arts world, but rather the secret study notes passed down within certain sects!

He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with incredulous astonishment as he stared at Chen Wen.

Such secret annotations were just casually given to me by the other party?

Chen Wen ignored Huang Feihong's shock, turned to Yan Zhendong beside him, and also took out several books from his pocket and handed them over:

"Master Yan, these books might be more useful to you."

"The essential techniques of the Twelve-Road Springing Leg! The spear techniques and manuals of the Six Harmonies Spear! And... a complete manual of the Ancient Golden Bell Cover Twelve Gates!"

When Yan Zhendong saw those books, his breathing instantly became heavy.

He practically rushed forward, his hands trembling slightly as he took the book, especially clutching the Golden Bell Cover tightly.

He was an expert in Iron Shirt, and after quickly flipping through just a few pages, his heart began to pound like a drum!

The Golden Bell Cover and the Iron Shirt Technique he practiced are of the same origin but different styles, both belonging to the pinnacle of external hard skills.

However, Iron Shirt emphasizes the tempering and strengthening of muscles, bones, and skin by external blows.

The Golden Bell Cover not only trains the muscles, bones, and skin externally, but also includes matching internal breathing exercises and detailed medicinal bath formulas.

And the most precious secret method for cultivating the body's vital points!

If he can cultivate in this way to perfection, from the outside in, it can make up for his fatal deficiency of insufficient internal strength over the years!

He was defeated in a battle against Wong Fei-hung.

Although he spoke eloquently, he actually harbored resentment and humiliation deep down.

Now that I have obtained these secret manuals, if I can truly master them, my strength will surely improve by leaps and bounds.

Perhaps then we'll have a chance to defeat Wong Fei-hung!

However, he glanced at Chen Wen's chest with some concern.

Just how much is this guy hiding in his arms?

It's like you can just reach out and pull out whatever you want?

That's really strange.

But he knew the rules of the underworld well and dared not think too deeply about it.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Wen again, his expression a mixture of emotions:

"Boss Chen, these are all closely guarded secrets that each faction cherishes as their lifeblood. You've just handed them over to Yan like this?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll abscond with the treasure, or use it to become your enemy someday?"

Chen Wen smiled:

"What can I do if you're determined to escape?"

"But I will still give it to you."

"Since you have chosen to work with me, I will do my utmost to provide all the assistance I can."

He ignored Yan Zhendong's complex and unspeakable expression, turned around, faced everyone, and said loudly:

"Military boxing, Tangzi leg techniques, and the Eight-Strike Breaking Saber are used to strengthen muscles and bones and lay a solid foundation!"

"Everyone must practice diligently and not slack off!"

"If your skills meet the requirements, I have even more advanced techniques to pass on!"

Liang Kuan was the first to shout it out, so excited he could hardly contain himself.

"Thank you so much, boss!"

He mingled in the streets, dreaming of learning real skills to make a name for himself, but he was repeatedly looked down upon because of his poverty.

Now, without taking a master, one has not paid an unimaginable price.

The cultivation technique I've always dreamed of is now within my reach!

His knees buckled, and in his excitement, he was about to kneel down and kowtow in gratitude.

Pfft!Pfft!

As soon as Liang Kuan knelt down, the militiamen behind him instinctively followed suit, their heads bowed low, and a murmur of gratitude rang out.

"Thank you, boss!"

But at that moment, Chen Wen suddenly turned serious and shouted:

"Everyone, stand up!"

"Who told you to kneel?! You kneel to your ancestors and parents! That's the foundation of human relations! No one else deserves your kneeling! Including me!"

"Understood. This is the first new rule we've established at the Baozhilin Pharmaceutical Factory!"

"No one is allowed to kneel!"