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

The area in front of the telegraph office was already completely surrounded by people.

A dozen or so constables or soldiers armed with muskets stood guard at the gate, as if facing a formidable enemy.

In the center of the crowd, dozens of men wearing white short jackets and white headscarves stood in a peculiar formation.

Everyone held a white banner or a wooden sword, and in the center stood a priest wearing a white robe adorned with Bagua patterns and a tall crown.

He was gesturing wildly and muttering incantations:

"When heavenly winds and earthly fires rise together, they will slaughter all foreigners and uphold righteousness! Now, the White Lotus has come to save the world, driving away evil and spreading its glory for generations! Hurry!"

This person has a shrill voice and exaggerated movements.

Accompanied by the monotonous gongs and drums pounded by the worshippers nearby, the scene appeared both absurd and comical.

Xie Si frowned and whispered:

"It really is the White Lotus Sect! I heard they possess magical powers and are protected by gods! Captain, be careful!"

"Immortal magic? Immortals?" Chen Wen chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the believers before turning to the dense crowd of onlookers around him.

"They're just a bunch of liars."

Xie Si was taken aback when he heard this.

"Scammers? Don't they know how to do magic?"

"Of course not!" Chen Wen shook his head.

"But what are we doing now?"

Xie Si was about to ask more questions.

Just then.

puff!

A blinding light, accompanied by a strange sound, suddenly flashed from the side and behind the crowd!

The entire place fell silent instantly, and all eyes, including those of the White Lotus followers who were performing the ritual, turned in unison towards the flashing light.

A young woman dressed in a long Western-style dress was holding a camera high, aiming it at the White Lotus Sect members, her face full of excitement and curiosity.

It was none other than Aunt Thirteen, Shaojun.

"Foreign devil! There's a foreign devil!" The White Lotus Sect monk, interrupted, immediately pointed at Aunt Thirteen and shouted.

"She...she used a foreign demon's magic weapon to destroy this immortal master's altar! Seize her! Burn all the foreign demon filth off her!"

"Catch the foreign devil!"

Dozens of White Lotus followers immediately turned red-eyed, brandishing white banners and wooden swords, pushing aside the people blocking their way, and charging menacingly towards Aunt Thirteen!

"What! This isn't sorcery... Help!"

Thirteen Aunt never expected that simply taking a photo would cause such a frenzy in the other party.

Terrified, she retreated while clutching her camera, just as she was about to be grabbed by several cult members who rushed to the front.

suddenly!

A figure blocked Thirteen Aunt's path.

He simply and swiftly raised his leg and kicked the cultist in the chest.

boom!

The cultist was sent flying backward, knocking over several people behind him.

"Flying Goose!"

Aunt Thirteen, still shaken, instinctively screamed, but when she saw the man's face, she froze, then laughed even harder:

"Mr. Chen! It's you!"

Chen Wen turned around, looked at Aunt Thirteen, and smiled slightly:

"Shaoyun, why is it that every time I see you, it seems like you're in trouble?"

Aunt Thirteen patted her chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled:

"This just means we're destined to meet! Every time, I run into you, the great hero, rescuing me!"

Chen Wen smiled and glanced around.

The White Lotus followers were stunned by his kick and dared not step forward for a moment, but they still surrounded them, glaring angrily.

"Where's Brother Huang? Isn't he with you?"

"Huh?" Aunt Thirteen then remembered, looked around, and showed a slight embarrassment on her face.

"I heard there was some commotion here, so I ran over... Fei Hong... he said he was going to settle in an inn first, oh dear, I don't know where he is now."

She stuck out her tongue, looking a little embarrassed.

Chen Wen shook his head helplessly, just about to speak.

The White Lotus Sect monk opposite had recovered and pointed at Chen Wenli, shouting:

"Another foreign devil has arrived!"

"What a shameless couple! How dare they be so insolent in front of this immortal master!"

"Attack them! Take this man down too, and burn him! Burn all the filth off them!"

Dozens of White Lotus followers shouted, brandishing their banner poles and wooden swords, and charged forward fiercely once again.

Chen Wen sighed helplessly and said to Aunt Thirteen:

"Shaoyun, it seems we'll have to catch up later."

Before he finished speaking, he had already charged forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

A punch landed squarely on a cultist's face, and the man fell backward without a sound. A side elbow strike slammed into another man's ribs. A spinning kick swept away three men charging from the side.

He acted with great restraint, aiming only to subdue his enemy without resorting to lethal force.

But each strike hits a vital spot with precision, instantly incapacitating the victim.

The seemingly intimidating moves and shouts of the White Lotus sect members were like child's play in front of him.

"Ah! I have divine protection... Ouch!"

Just as a cultist raised his wooden sword and shouted, Chen Wen kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying backward and crashing into the crowd.

"Immortal Master, save me..." another cried out, clutching his dislocated arm.

The onlookers were stunned and began to discuss among themselves.

"That young man is incredibly skilled!"

"Which martial arts school is this from? I've never seen it before!"

"Look at his hair, his clothes... how come he's a fake foreigner?"

In the blink of an eye, dozens of White Lotus followers lay on the ground, groaning and howling, completely devoid of their previous arrogance.

The White Lotus Sect monk turned deathly pale, retreating repeatedly, pointing at Chen Wen and shrilly:

"Who...who are you?! How dare you obstruct my White Lotus Sect's exorcism before the altar, ruining my White Lotus Immortal Arts! State your name!"

These words were spoken very fiercely, but the voice sounded somewhat blustering.

Chen Wen shook his hand, looked at the other person, and suddenly felt a bit mischievous.

He cleared his throat and said loudly:

"I will never change my name or surname, I am Huang Feihong of Foshan!"

"Wong Fei-hung?!"

"Is it Master Huang Feihong from Foshan?"

"Really? Master Huang, I've seen the portrait, it's not like that..."

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, with gasps and exclamations filling the air.

Huang Feihong was extremely famous in the Guangdong and Guangxi regions, and almost everyone knew him.

But the young man in front of me, with his short hair and Western-style dress, was ruthless and sharp, quite different from the legendary image of Huang Feihong, who was refined, benevolent, and had a queue.

Thirteen Aunt also opened her eyes wide and subconsciously covered her mouth.

Looking at Chen Wen, and then at the surrounding crowd of people talking, his expression became very strange, wanting to laugh but trying hard to hold it in.

The White Lotus followers were even more panicked.

They had certainly heard of Wong Fei-hung; he was a big shot whom even the government had to give some respect to.

But this guy in front of me... how come Wong Fei-hung has also become a fake foreign devil?

The White Lotus Sect monks were even more distressed.

He initially thought the other party was just a hothead with some martial arts skills, and he wanted to scare him off with his reputation, but little did he know that the other party had a bigger and more powerful name!

Now they're truly in a bind.

Unable to win, and too humiliating to retreat, he was sweating profusely, unsure of how to end the situation.

Just then.

Another commotion erupted on the periphery of the crowd, and a figure wearing a top hat squeezed through, anxiously calling out:

"Shaoyun! Shaoyun! Are you alright?!"

The White Lotus Sect monk, already looking for a way to save face, saw another strange man in a hat arrive. Desperate to save some dignity, he immediately pointed at the newcomer and demanded an explanation:

"And who are you?! Are you Lam Sai-wing, Wong Fei-hung's disciple? Or Ling Yun-kai?"

Huang Feihong was taken aback by his question and subconsciously answered:

"Me? Wong Fei-hung."