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

Captain Wiggs immediately changed his tune and yelled at the surrounding sailors and mercenaries.

The foreign sailors received the order, and although they were unhappy about it, they didn't pay much attention to it.

They were all skilled sailors, while in front of them was just an ant-like Qing Chinese!

You could crush someone with just one finger!

One by one, they immediately put away their muskets and charged at Chen Wen with howls.

"This skinny little monkey from Huangpi, watch how I catch him!"

Facing those beast-like foreign devils.

Chen Wen's face remained expressionless. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and charged into the crowd!

Then there was a series of clicking sounds!

The group of foreign devils were all sent flying backwards.

One screamed in agony, clutching his twisted wrist; another curled up like a shrimp after being kicked in the stomach; and yet another was knocked unconscious without uttering a sound after being elbowed in the face.

In the blink of an eye, all those who had rushed at Chen Wen were lying on the ground!

Clean! Efficient! Ruthless!

An eerie silence fell over the dock once again, broken only by the crackling of the burning torches and the groans of the wounded.

"What! How could this happen?"

The greed on the foreigners' faces was instantly replaced by shock.

In their minds, the people of the Qing Dynasty were mostly apathetic, cowardly, or only good at flashy kung fu. When had they ever seen such a terrifying fellow?

This was completely beyond their comprehension!

"Great job! Boss is awesome!"

Lin Shirong and the militia members couldn't help but burst into suppressed cheers, their morale soaring.

Yan Zhendong nodded slightly, and Huang Feihong also breathed a sigh of relief.

The Shahe Gang's side.

Qiu Ba's eyelids twitched violently, and he cried out in a hoarse voice:

"Watch out, foreigner! It's this kid! He injured a lot of our brothers last time! He's really good at kung fu!"

Captain Jason and Captain Wiggs frowned and scrutinized Chen Wen again.

He had neat, short hair, wore strange sportswear, had fair skin, and was incredibly skilled—unlike any Qing Dynasty person they knew.

"You don't have a pig's tail, you're clean, and you're strong!"

"They're not even one of these barbarians!"

"You should be one of us!"

The more he talked, the more likely it seemed, and his voice grew louder:

"Chen! Cooperate with us! Your medical knowledge is invaluable! We can take you away from this backward place and to the civilized world!"

"You will become the most famous doctor in the world! You'll get rich! You'll win the Nobel Prize! Yes, the Nobel Prize! You'll become one of the world's richest people!"

"Come with us!"

The moment these words were spoken, everyone on the dock and on the ship was stunned.

"What? The very top billionaires?"

The Shahe Gang members were first stunned, then overwhelmed with intense regret.

If I had known this Chen guy was so valuable, why did I even bother catching him as a piglet?

Just tie him up!

Lin Shirong was so angry that he peeked out from behind the bunker and cursed loudly:

"Bullshit! The boss is one of ours! He's one of our compatriots!"

Even the hiding Admiral Fucha panicked. Forgetting his fear, he shouted in a shrill voice:

"Chen Wen! You are a subject of my Great Qing! A subject of the court! Quickly help me quell the rebellion, and I will guarantee you wealth and honor!"

Chen Wen remained expressionless despite hearing the shouts from the crowd.

He merely glanced back at Admiral Fucha and shook his head slightly.

"I am not a member of the Qing government."

Governor Fucha's face stiffened.

The foreign captains smiled.

"Chen, a wise choice! Come here, to where you belong..."

However, they hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Wen's voice rang out again.

"I am not one of you either."

He paused, his gaze sharpening, and spoke each word with unwavering resolve:

"I am Han Chinese!"

"Han, the Milky Way! The Milky Way shines in the heavens, and its light is ever-present!"

"We are the descendants of the Han Dynasty! Our lineage has flourished for generations, and the virtues and achievements of our ancestors have brought glory to the four seas!"

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned; only the torches flickered in the night wind, illuminating their faces.

Shock, bewilderment, panic, and excitement!

Admiral Fucha seemed to remember something, remembering those people who had been impossible to capture, kill, or eradicate for over two hundred years!

Could Chen Wen be one of them?

I was wrong! Even if this guy really is a living gold mine, he must die!

We must kill him, no matter the cost!

Lin Shirong and the militia members clenched their fists instinctively, their eyes bloodshot.

Lin Shirong, in particular, recalled the day he first met Chen Wen.

One cursed the fake foreign devils, and the other cursed the traitors to death.

He did make a mistake, but Chen Wen did not!

He was indeed a traitor!

They don't even know what their ancestors' clothes looked like, they have pig tails and wear zombie clothes, what else is this but a traitor!

"I am a Han Chinese!"

Lin Shirong suddenly roared, grabbed the pig's tail behind his head, drew the short knife from his waist, and slashed horizontally without hesitation!

The braid broke.

He then tore off his zombie suit and threw it all into the brazier next to him!

boom!

Flames suddenly erupted, engulfing the pig's tail and the zombie suit.

"We are Han Chinese too!"

The pent-up passion and humiliation that the militia members had suppressed for so long erupted!

Without any hesitation, they all drew their broadswords and cut off the braids at the back of their heads!

Tear off the zombie suit!

They threw the items into the brazier one by one!

The flames grew ever brighter, turning the dock a fiery red!

Yan Zhendong had been silent all along, but now he grabbed the pig tail behind his head, his eyes filled with humiliation.

Yes.

Back then, they all shouted "Overthrow the Qing and destroy the foreigners," yet they still had pig tails—it's utterly ridiculous!

No wonder they lost; they were wrong from the very beginning!

He also grabbed a large knife, cut off the pig's tail, and tore open the zombie suit!

"Everyone……"

Huang Feihong was a little slow in his movements. He was unwilling to admit it, but he wouldn't deceive himself either.

On the issue of identity, he couldn't compare to Chen Wen, or even to those members of the militia.

But at this moment, looking at everyone's actions, he recalled the Baozhilin clinic in the fire, the unequal treaty fan, the corruption of the Qing court, and the suffering of the people.

And then there are those compatriots being taken away by foreigners like piglets.

Finally, she stroked her neatly combed braid.

He took a deep breath, drew the large sword from his back, and with a flash of light, his braid fell silently to the ground.

Unbuttoning his long gown felt like breaking free from some invisible constraint.

"We are Han Chinese!" Wong Fei-hung's voice was not loud, but it carried an unprecedented clarity and power.

This sudden, almost insane act created an extremely bizarre scene at the dock.

The foreign sailors and soldiers who were aiming at their guns froze in their tracks.

They all stared wide-eyed, their faces full of confusion.

I don't understand why these Qing Dynasty people suddenly started self-harming, tearing clothes, burning things, and shouting incomprehensible words.

To them, this was utterly incomprehensible, like some kind of cult ritual or a pre-war madness.

"It's all over!"

Admiral Fucha hid in a corner, watching the braids fall to the ground and the clothes thrown into the fire.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and his whole body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

He knew all too well what this meant!

Chen Wen... Chen Wen is indeed in cahoots with those Taiping Rebels and rebels!

He must be killed! He must be killed immediately!

Otherwise, the sky will fall!

"Rebellion! Rebellion! They're rebelling! Kill them all! Kill them all!"

Fucha Admiral screamed shrilly, his voice distorted, but in the chaotic dock, no one paid him any attention.

The remaining officials stood there dumbfounded.

Seeing that Lin Shirong, the militia, and even Huang Feihong had all cut off their queues...

This had a far greater impact on their minds than the guns and cannons of the foreigners.

A mix of shock, bewilderment, vague guilt, and even a slight tremor that I couldn't quite explain.

It churned within their hearts.

Some people subconsciously touched the braids at the back of their heads.

The Shahe Gang members were equally dumbfounded.

Qiu Ba was taken aback at first, then spat and muttered a curse:

"Damn it, a bunch of lunatics! They're risking their lives, what do they care about Han or Manchu? They'll follow whoever feeds them!"