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

All of this happened too fast.

From Chen Wen leaping onto the ship in a crane-like motion and controlling the scene with a stomp of his foot, to the continuous sound of gunfire.

In just a dozen or so breaths.

On the dock, and on the other ships, everyone was stunned.

Whether it was the yamen runners, the Shahe Gang, or the two dumbfounded captains, they were all utterly shocked by this fantastical scene.

They don't know if there really are devils in this world?

But if there were any, none would be more terrifying than the person in front of you!

"Master Huang! Master Yan!"

Chen Wen's voice suddenly rang out, piercing through the gunfire and chaos.

Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong were jolted awake, snapping out of their shock.

At this moment, the foreigners' attention was completely taken away by the "devil" on the deck, and the people of the Shahe Gang were also in a state of panic.

They understood what Chen Wen meant!

"Help!"

Huang Feihong gave a low shout, exchanged a glance with Yan Zhendong, and without further hesitation, the two leaped up and rushed straight towards the thugs of the Shahe Gang!

"Charge!"

Lin Shirong and the militiamen also realized what was happening and excitedly shouted as they followed.

They charged towards the remaining Shahe Gang thugs and foreign soldiers.

The last resistance on the dock quickly crumbled under the combined attack from both inside and outside.

The Shahe Gang was a motley crew, and they saw that the foreigners' power was waning.

Qiu Ba tried to resist, but Yan Zhendong punched him away, sending him flying and spitting out blood.

The remaining gang members either knelt down and begged for mercy or scattered and fled, but it was all in vain, as they were easily subdued by the militia.

The battle on the deck was also nearing its end.

Chen Wen suddenly stopped, and two loaded pistols appeared in his hands, pointing at Jason and Captain Wiggs.

At this moment, these two, who had once been arrogant, considered themselves civilized, and mocked the barbarians as "superior people," were now...

He was already lying on the ground, trembling all over, his mind completely broken.

"No...don't kill us! We can give you money! Lots of money! All the prescriptions are yours!"

Captain Jason was so frightened that he stammered, and Viggs nodded hurriedly.

Chen Wen remained expressionless as he pulled the trigger.

boom!boom!

Two gunshots rang out, precisely severing the wrists of the two captains.

The two screamed and rolled on the ground, completely unable to resist.

The gunfire stopped.

On the dock, apart from the sound of flames burning, the groans of the wounded, and the low sobs of the rescued people, there was no other sound.

Lin Shirong looked around at the foreigners lying on the ground, the subdued Shahe Gang members, and the rescued compatriots.

And on the deck!

That figure, standing proudly with empty guns piled at his feet.

I felt an indescribable surge of heat rush to my head.

"We won! We won!!" He raised the blood-stained knife in his hand and roared with all his might.

"We won!"

The men of the militia shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the night sky.

It was filled with ecstasy and exhilaration!

There was a time when they defeated those arrogant foreigners!

But later he drifted aimlessly, wasting his time and sinking into depravity.

Seeing this familiar scene again, many of the militia members cried. Pain, excitement, and a mix of emotions welled up inside them, and they wept bitterly.

Huang Feihong stood in front of the rescued crowd, looked at Chen Wen on the deck, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

His tense nerves finally relaxed, but his eyes became even more complex and profound.

Yan Zhendong wiped the blood off his face, and his gaze toward Chen Wen was filled with endless emotion.

Admiral Fucha slumped behind a pile of broken wooden crates, looking at everything before him.

His face was ashen. It was all over, everything was over!

"Clean up the battlefield! Treat the wounded! Check on how those villagers who were captured are doing!"

Chen Wen's voice came from the deck, instantly silencing the noise on the dock.

"Yes, boss!"

Lin Shirong immediately agreed and quickly called on the militia members to start splitting up and taking action.

Some people were armed and on guard, searching for any enemies that might be hiding.

Some people quickly checked on their injured companions and civilians on the ground, bandaging them and stopping the bleeding.

Another group rushed to the rescued people to calm their emotions and remove their restraints.

After Yan Zhendong and Huang Feihong dealt with the last Shahe Gang thugs, they exchanged a glance and walked toward the deck where Chen Wen was.

The two looked rather 'unique' at that moment.

Previously, provoked by Chen Wen's words and influenced by his emotions, they also followed the crowd in cutting off their braids and tearing off their zombie suits.

Yan Zhendong is one thing, but that's another.

He has traveled all over the country and experienced a lot. He once couldn't even afford to eat and had long been used to performing on the streets shirtless.

It didn't feel abrupt at all.

Huang Feihong was always meticulous and somewhat old-fashioned.

He was shirtless at the moment, with half of his uneven hair swinging behind his head, which made him look quite comical.

Chen Wen couldn't help but smile as he watched the two approach, especially at Huang Feihong's expression.

"Brother Huang, it's fortunate that Shaojun isn't here, otherwise I don't know if he would find you distasteful."

Yan Zhendong remained calm. He had been wandering the world for many years, often enduring hardships and sleeping in the open, and did not care about his appearance.

Wong Fei-hung felt a little embarrassed and subconsciously tried to straighten his collar, but then felt awkward.

"Don't feel embarrassed," Chen Wen said seriously, his smile fading. "Cutting your hair and changing your clothes is a declaration of your resolve and a severing of ties. You should feel proud!"

Huang Feihong was taken aback upon hearing this, then nodded emphatically:

"Yes, we should be proud."

But after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but raise his hand to tidy his messy hair.

Looks like I need to find a hat as soon as I get back. I don't really like the Western-style hat Aunt Thirteen gave me, but it's still better than having my hair all over the place like this...

No, it's better than that pig's tail.

Yan Zhendong's attention was elsewhere. His gaze swept over the pile of pistols on the deck, then fell on Chen Wen's thin clothing, his expression incredibly strange:

"Boss, where did you hide all those guns? And that way of shooting..."

He recalled Chen Wen's ghostly movements and the continuous gunfire, finding it truly incomprehensible.

"This is simply...inhuman."

Huang Feihong also cast a curious glance at him.

Chen Wen smiled:

"That's called 'gun-fu,' which combines special movement techniques and gun-handling skills."

"However, this is a theoretical marksmanship; in reality, it's impossible for a normal person to do it."

"With your skills, if you put in some effort, you should be able to get the basics down."

It would be better not to explain at all.

What does it mean to say something is impossible?

Yan Zhendong still didn't understand, but when he heard Chen Wen tell him that he wanted to learn so-called gunfighting techniques...

However, his face revealed a hint of disapproval, even some resistance:

"Yan killed people with real skills! Fists, kicks, knives, and guns, all honorably! Such... strange and frivolous skills are better left unlearned."

Chen Wen glanced at him, not angry, but instead asked:

"Master Yan, let me ask you this: if I hadn't used a gun, but a dart, a hidden arrow, or a poisoned concealed weapon, what would you think?"

Yan Zhendong was taken aback, then thought for a moment and said:

"Hidden weapons are also a martial arts technique, so it's natural to use them."

"Then why can't I use a gun?" Chen Wen retorted, his tone calm but hitting the nail on the head. "I want to kill someone, not set up a fighting ring."

"Of course, we'll use whichever method is the fastest and most effective."

"Are foreigners powerful because their race is superior to ours?"

"no!"

"They relied on their superior ships and cannons; their firearms were better than ours!"

"We martial artists are physically superior to foreigners."

"If we also use guns and cannons, and combine that with our martial arts skills, no foreigner could stand against us!"

Yan Zhendong was taken aback when he heard this.

His expression changed instantly, first in astonishment, then as if he had figured something out.

Yes.

The reason foreigners are so powerful is not because they are inherently superior, but because their guns are better!

Why didn't they use foreign guns back then? Instead, they shouted about "divine protection, invulnerability to swords and spears"?

Yan Zhendong lowered his head deeply.

They were plunged into immense pain and regret.

"Master Yan..."

Seeing Yan Zhendong's suffering, Huang Feihong felt great sympathy for him.

Although he didn't particularly like using firearms, he felt that Chen Wen's words made sense.

Chen Wen waved his hand and said:

"Ignore him, this guy needs to reflect on his actions a long time ago!"

Just then.

A rustling sound came from the edge of the dock.

All that could be seen was Admiral Fucha, surrounded by a group of yamen runners, hunched over, trying to sneak out of the dock under the cover of the pile of goods and the night.

"Admiral-sama!"

Chen Wen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly as he sneered.

"Where are you going so late? It's windy at the dock, be careful not to fall into the water and lose your life!"