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

Chapter 151 I can sacrifice myself, but I won't ask others to sacrifice themselves.

Flames flickered and thick smoke filled the venue, accompanied by screams, shouts, and the sound of things being toppled.

Rockets are still being fired in sporadically.

Upon hearing that iconic slogan, Wong Fei-hung was instantly enraged: "It's those bastards again!"

Chen Wen's eyes turned cold, and he kicked the long table next to him.

With a snap, the table leg broke.

He gripped the edge of the table with both hands, turning it into a makeshift wooden shield in front of him.

At the same time, he shouted to Wong Fei-hung, "Brother Wong! Catch!"

He kicked another square table in front of Wong Fei-hung.

Wong Fei-hung understood and did the same, grabbing the square table as a shield.

"Everyone! Don't panic! Go through that small door at the back! Quickly!"

Chen Wen shouted loudly, his voice drowning out the chaos.

"Help each other! Take the injured with you!"

With his stern shouts and Huang Feihong's assistance, the panicked doctors were calmed down.

Whether they were foreigners, Japanese, or Chinese, they finally found some direction.

Supporting each other, they stumbled and rushed toward the back of the venue.

Chen Wen and Huang Feihong held up the tabletop, blocking the crowd from the side and behind, and deflected several rockets that were being fired.

However, due to the dense rockets and limited space in the venue, some people were still hit by stray arrows and cried out in pain.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Wen's eyes, and he suddenly thrust the table shield in his hand forward to temporarily block the front.

At the same time, he kicked several chairs to the side, sending them flying towards the window and the door!

Bang! Crash!

The chair smashed through the door and window frames, hurtling towards the attackers outside.

Almost at the same moment the chair flew out, Chen Wen ducked, and followed the flying chair out of the smoke-filled venue.

He landed on the street outside and shouted angrily, "Stop it, all of you!"

On the street outside the gate.

Dozens of White Lotus followers were carrying bows and arrows, torches, and some others were carrying knives and clubs.

Several people were knocked down by the flying chairs, and the formation was a bit chaotic.

Further out, a dense crowd of onlookers gathered, pointing and whispering, their faces showing curiosity, indifference, and even some excitement.

As Chen Wen watched this scene, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

They watch everything with amusement, even murder and arson.

He had long realized that there were too few truly clear-headed people in this era, and of course, there might not be many more in the future.

But deep down, he still held onto a tiny sliver of hope.

Looking at these numb, onlookers, he suddenly realized that he might have been too naive and had taken some things too lightly.

Enlightenment and revolution—it's not that simple.

He was somewhat lost in thought when Wong Fei-hung rushed out wielding a table shield. Seeing him standing motionless, he hurriedly asked, "Brother Chen? Are you alright? Are you injured?"

Chen Wen snapped out of his reverie, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing. It's just that there are some things you simply can't do."

"I've figured it out. I don't have the ability to wake everyone up. So I'll just do what I can, and that'll be enough."

Huang Feihong looked at him, then at the bystanders around him.

He seemed to vaguely understand the meaning behind Chen Wen's words, and felt a little down.

Chen Wen no longer looked at the common people. He took a few steps forward, scanned the White Lotus sect members again, and shouted sternly, "Murder and arson in broad daylight! You've gone too far!"

A White Lotus sect leader, seemingly a leader, brandished a steel knife, pointing it at Chen Wen and screaming, "Fake foreign devil! Get out of the way! We're killing foreign demons! Foreign devils who are harming us!"

"Get out of here if you know what's good for you, or we'll burn you down too!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wen laughed in fury: "Kill foreigners? Fine! If you've got the guts, go kill them on the battlefield!"

"Go kill those bastards who oppress and harm our fellow countrymen!"

"Not only will I not stop you, I'll also respect you as heroes!"

He pointed sharply to the still-smoking meeting room behind him, his voice suddenly rising: "But look inside! Who are those people?! They're doctors! Doctors who treat injuries and save lives!"

"It's true there are foreigners among them, but there are also some of our own Chinese people!"

"They were exchanging medical knowledge inside, discussing how to better treat and save lives!"

"You indiscriminately unleash a hail of arrows, indiscriminately killing innocent people! How is this any different from the foreign devils you keep talking about killing?!"

The leader was taken aback by his words, then stubbornly retorted, "Bullshit! What good could someone who hangs out with foreign devils possibly be?"

"Even if there are a few good people among them, it's a necessary sacrifice for the great cause of saving the country and its people! What does it matter if a few people die in order to drive out these foreign devils!"

"Necessary sacrifices?" Upon hearing this, Chen Wen's eyes nearly burst with rage.

He pointed at the believers, then at the apathetic civilians on the periphery, his voice turning icy with extreme anger.

"Who gave you the power to decide whose life is a 'necessary sacrifice'?"

"I admire your willingness to sacrifice, and I can also sacrifice myself, but I will never ask others to sacrifice themselves!"

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The street fell silent for a moment after he said that.

Both the White Lotus followers and the onlookers looked utterly bewildered.

"What is this guy yelling about?"

"Is he trying to say he's not afraid of death?"

"What war doesn't result in death?"

Hearing the crowd's discussion, Chen Wen's anger was suddenly doused with cold water.

There was a strange sadness.

He didn't actually hate these White Lotus followers.

To some extent, he even had a complex opinion of these people.

Many people here may indeed have a burning passion that they have nowhere to vent after being oppressed and bullied, and a very basic desire to resist.

Tragically, this passion and will were led in the most wrong and foolish direction.

It is this kind of bewilderment, this passion without guidance, this kind of foolishness that is being exploited.

What pained him even more was that the source of this ignorance was the source of his hatred.

How can we save people like this and people like this in this era?

suddenly.

Some figures flashed through Chen Wen's mind—those who, in the dark ages, persevered through hardships and followed one after another.

Those ancestors faced even more stubborn ignorance and more brutal oppression.

Even they themselves may not believe they can succeed in the future.

But they chose to persevere until the end of their lives.

What kind of faith and perseverance would that require?

Now that Chen Wen is in the same predicament, he feels even more deeply the greatness of his predecessors.

But he also understood completely.

I am not as good as my predecessors, nor can I patiently teach them.

If you can't teach them, then beat them into submission first!

Beat them until they at least obey!

As for the subsequent enlightenment and awakening of wisdom—I can only apologize to those predecessors and leave it to them to do!

Thinking about this...

Chen Wen's eyes had regained their calm, and he had cast aside all distracting thoughts. He shouted in a deep voice to Huang Feihong, "Make your move!"

Huang Feihong could no longer contain himself and acted immediately upon receiving the order!

With lightning speed, he pounced straight into the crowd of White Lotus followers!

With a whoosh of punches and kicks, wherever they went, the believers were immediately knocked off their feet, screaming in agony.

"It's Wong Fei-hung! It's that Wong Fei-hung from Foshan! Run!"