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

Chapter 156 Divine Power Protects the Body, Iron Body

Chaotian Temple!

The temple was filled with smoke, and the strong smell of incense and candles wafted through the air.

The altar was covered with a yellow cloth painted with twisted symbols, and various incense burners were placed on it, with candlelight flickering in the smoke.

White lanterns hung high, illuminating a huge Maitreya Buddha statue with a strange smile and mottled paint deep inside the hall.

The whole atmosphere was eerie and bizarre.

As soon as the two stepped into the temple gate, two men in white robes emerged from the shadows and shouted sternly, "One stick of incense at Chaotian Temple, and the name of the White Lotus Saint will resound throughout the land!"

"This is the White Lotus Sacred Altar. Unauthorized personnel are not permitted to trespass!"

Chen Wen laughed at the threat: "We're here today not only to trespass—but also to smash your charlatan altar!"

The two White Lotus followers were taken aback.

By the light of the lantern, they finally recognized Wong Fei-hung and Chan Man, and were immediately terrified. One of them screamed, "It's—it's them! Quick! Call for help!"

The piercing sound of gongs and whistles immediately rang out inside the temple.

Soon, dozens of White Lotus followers, armed with sticks and steel knives and with white headscarves wrapped around their heads, poured out from the back of the hall and the side corridors.

They surrounded Chen Wen and Huang Feihong.

They brandished their weapons and shouted in unison, "Maitreya has descended to earth to save all living beings! The white lotus has come down to earth, and all people will be liberated!"

The sound echoed in the smoke, carrying a fanatical, malevolent quality.

The mage who had been beaten up outside the telegraph office and the medical conference earlier was now being escorted out.

When he saw Chen Wen and Huang Feihong, his face turned pale and he instinctively wanted to back away.

But seeing that he outnumbered them, his courage swelled again. He stepped forward and, though his voice was fierce, shouted, "It's you two again! What do you want?!"

Chen Wen, too lazy to waste words with him, said directly, "I'm not in the mood for nonsense. Tell Master Jiugong to come out and see me!"

Upon hearing this, the monk flew into a rage: "How dare you! How can you mere mortals see the sacred countenance of the Grand Master?!"

Chen Wen laughed, his laughter full of sarcasm: "A bunch of swindlers who make a living by deceiving people dare to call themselves Saintly?"

"Brother Huang, since they refuse to surrender, then fight them! Fight them until their leader crawls out on his own!"

"Alright!" Huang Feihong responded by taking a step forward and glancing at the White Lotus followers around him.

Most of these believers had witnessed or heard of Wong Fei-hung's martial arts skills.

Many people were startled when he swept his gaze over them, and some even couldn't help but back away.

Seeing this, the monk knew he couldn't back down, and roared, "What are you afraid of! This is our White Lotus Sacred Altar, protected by the Maitreya Ancestor! Divine power safeguards us!"

"There are only two of them! Everyone, attack together and take down these two blasphemers!"

His roar emboldened the followers, who, relying on their numbers, brandished their clubs and swords and charged at Huang Feihong from all directions!

The monk himself quietly took a half step back, muttering, "You have a path to heaven but choose not to take it; you have no gate to hell but choose to throw yourself into it!"

Despite being surrounded, Wong Fei-hung remained calm.

His movements were as swift as a tiger among sheep!

The first cultist who rushed in front of him hadn't even brought down his steel knife when Huang Feihong delivered a powerful side kick to his chest, sending him flying backward and knocking over two of his companions.

A baton swept across from the left, but Wong Fei-hung neither dodged nor evaded. His left hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing the end of the baton and pulling it along with it.

The cultist wielding the stick stumbled forward and was struck heavily on the back by Wong Fei-hung's right elbow.

He collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound.

Two more knives came slashing from the right, but Huang Feihong shifted his feet and slid through the gaps in the blades like a fish.

He threw out both fists, striking the two men squarely in the ribs, and they fell to the ground screaming in pain.

His movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

Fists, feet, elbows, and knees are all weapons; every strike will bring someone down.

Wherever it went, people and horses fell over, and screams of agony filled the air.

Although the White Lotus followers were numerous, they couldn't get close to him at all, let alone form an effective encirclement. Instead, they were in chaos due to the crowding.

Seeing his men fall like wheat being harvested, the monk was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat and no longer cared about hiding.

He suddenly leaped to the incense table, stomped his feet hard on the ground, formed strange hand seals, and chanted, "Eternal Mother, hasten as the law commands! Divine power protects my body, making me as strong as iron and stone!"

"A thousand cuts will dismantle it, ten thousand cuts will send it flying!"

After reciting it, he felt as if he had truly gained boundless courage and strength.

With a loud roar, he charged straight at Wong Fei-hung without dodging or evading, spreading his arms as if to take Wong Fei-hung's attack head-on!

Wong Fei-hung was kicking a believer to the ground when he saw the sorcerer pounce on him like a mad tiger.

With a slight frown, he swept a roundhouse kick towards his opponent's waist and abdomen.

boom!

The legs and feet swept firmly onto the monk.

The monk shuddered, a look of pain flashed across his face, and he staggered back half a step, but actually managed to stand still!

It didn't fly out like the others!

The monk was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. Touching the spot where he had been kicked, he burst into laughter: "Hahaha! See that! Divine protection! Invulnerable to swords and spears! I'm not afraid of you!"

The White Lotus sect members, who were already on the verge of collapse from the beating, seemed to receive a shot of adrenaline upon seeing this scene, and they excitedly shouted, "Divine power protects us! Divine power protects us!"

Huang Feihong pulled his leg back, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Divine protection? Iron Shirt?

He had personally witnessed and experienced Yan Zhendong's true martial arts skills.

The guy in front of me took a kick from me. Although he was more resilient than the average person, he was far from being invulnerable to knives and spears.

Moreover, the slogan "divine protection" sounds a bit familiar.

Could these guys also be connected to the Boxers?

He couldn't help but turn to look at Chen Wen.

Chen Wen crossed his arms, his face expressionless, and simply said, "Never mind whether they know Lao Yan or not, just beat them down first."

Huang Feihong was immediately relieved.

Even if these guys were survivors of the Boxer Rebellion, and were once heroes.

But their current actions are nothing short of evil!

Huang Feihong's eyes sharpened, and without further hesitation, he moved again!

This time, he struck even faster and harder!

The monk tried to use the same trick again, shouting that he had divine protection and rushed forward, but Huang Feihong hit him in the chest with a precise cannon punch. His face turned pale, he couldn't catch his breath, and he staggered back while clutching his chest.

He plopped down next to the incense table, knocking over the incense burner and scattering incense ash all over his head and face.

Other followers were even less effective.

Huang Feihong weaved through the crowd like a whirlwind, his fists and feet unstoppable.

People were constantly being knocked away, kicked down, or knocked unconscious.

The courtyard was filled with wails, and fewer and fewer White Lotus followers were still standing.

But strangely enough...

Even after being beaten so badly, the cultists lying on the ground groaning still intermittently chanted, "God—divine power protects us—ancestor bless us—"

It was as if this slogan had become their last spiritual pillar, or rather, a kind of deep-seated self-hypnosis.

Huang Feihong's gaze swept over the believers who were shouting about divine protection, and then looked at the sorcerer huddled beside the incense table.

A surge of anger welled up inside me.

I hate that they don't fight back, I pity their misfortune, and I hate even more that the ringleader uses the name of gods and Buddhas to commit fraud!

He took a step forward, and the sorcerer tried to shrink back, but Huang Feihong grabbed him by the front of his shirt and lifted him up.

"It was you who used these lies to deceive people!"

Huang Feihong roared and slammed his right fist into the opponent's abdomen.

"vomit!"

The monk's eyes bulged out, his stomach churning. Before he could catch his breath, Wong Fei-hung punched him in the chest again.

"This punch is for slapping you on the back!"

boom!

"This punch is for inciting revenge!"

Bang! Thud!

The monk finally couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the yellow cloth of the incense table, a shocking sight.

He collapsed softly to the ground, his body curled up, convulsing violently.

The White Lotus Sect members around who were still able to move were all terrified. They looked at the monk who was vomiting blood, and then at Huang Feihong whose face was ashen.

His hands, gripping the weapon, were trembling; he was caught in a dilemma.

"Quickly—quickly go and invite the real person!" someone shouted, their voice trembling with tears.

Just then.

A sharp-eyed worshipper suddenly pointed towards the main hall and exclaimed, "Fire! That person—that person is next to the icon!"

Everyone looked on in shock, only to find that they hadn't seen it before.

Chen Wen was already standing beside the base of the giant Maitreya Buddha statue, holding a torch in his hand. He leaned close to the statue and said, "Nine Palaces Immortal, if you don't come out soon, I'll burn your golden body and see how he can descend to earth to save you."

"Stop!" "No!" "Desecrating the icon is an act of divine retribution!"

The White Lotus followers immediately erupted in chaos, screaming in terror.

Several people rushed forward a couple of steps, but when they saw Huang Feihong's cold and stern gaze blocking their way, they stopped in their tracks and could only stomp their feet and cry out.

Just then.

Suddenly, a drawn-out shout rang out from deep within the temple: "Nine Palaces True Man—Here!"