Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 126:

Chapter 126: Nanjiang City Sets Off a Wave of Martial Arts

Inside the sect’s main hall, the Sect Master stood silently before the window, watching the disciples training diligently in the square below. His expression was calm, but his mind was clearly occupied.

Behind him, the hoarse voice of the black-robed man broke the silence.

“If I’m not mistaken, that girl just now possesses the rare Sacred Body of Heavenly Spirit—the most suitable physique in the ancient martial arts world to be used as a furnace.”

The Sect Master gave a cold snort. “Your dog nose is still sharp.”

The black-robed man’s tone grew sour, “Tsk tsk… the Sacred Body of Heavenly Spirit. If one could absorb her yin energy, their cultivation would skyrocket. I suppose you’re waiting for her breakthrough before taking action?”

In that instant, the Sect Master’s aura surged violently, releasing a burst of pure internal force that pressed down heavily on the black-robed man. His tone turned chilling.

“That’s the flower I’ve cultivated with great care. I haven’t even touched it yet. If you dare lay a finger on her before I do, don’t blame me for ignoring our brotherhood and severing your head from your shoulders.”

The black-robed man froze. He had indeed been entertaining that exact thought. After all, the Sacred Body of Heavenly Spirit was too tempting for anyone cultivating Hehuan Sect’s techniques. But the Sect Master’s killing intent was not a bluff.

He snorted. “Don’t worry, I won’t steal what’s yours.”

Then, in a tone dripping with sarcasm, he said, “Still… if that girl ever finds out the truth—that the kind master who gently guides her cultivation is actually one of the Four Dharma Kings of the Hehuan Sect, a man hunted by the entire martial arts world… and that she’s merely a furnace raised by her own master—what do you think her reaction would be?”

The Sect Master waved his sleeve indifferently. “That’s nothing to worry about. I have my ways to make her accept her fate willingly.”

…

Meanwhile, in Nanjiang City, an official news broadcast caused an uproar among citizens.

“A notorious flower thief responsible for multiple assaults was recently found dead. The cause of death remains unclear.”

The news brought great relief to the public. People began celebrating, spreading the word with joy.

Two days later, another breaking news segment was released, immediately grabbing national attention.

“Our station received an anonymous video submission. Experts have confirmed the footage shows the flower thief being beaten to death—with bare hands.”

“The mysterious fighter wore a strange mask and appeared to be using the Wing Chun style of traditional Chinese martial arts.”

What truly made the news explode was the attached surveillance video.

The footage, captured outside the Bai family estate, showed a masked man using Wing Chun-style punches to beat the flower thief senseless.

Behind him stood a woman—her face blurred out by mosaic.

It was Bai Luobing, though she had intentionally withheld the later footage where Chen Lang removed his mask.

The video went viral, rapidly shared by excited Nanjiang citizens and spreading across the entire internet.

Everyone could immediately piece together the story.

The flower thief had targeted the woman in the video.

Then, like a scene from an action film, a masked figure descended heroically and delivered a series of Wing Chun punches straight from the movies.

He pummeled the thief until he was vomiting blood like a pea shooter.

The thief staggered away, wobbling like someone who had drunk too much—clearly defeated.

The internet exploded.

People were stunned that someone could actually use movie-style Wing Chun to kill someone.

“Zhen Zidan’s moves are real?! That’s Wing Chun?!”

“Alright, I admit it. I used to laugh at traditional martial arts… but now I kneel.”

“Kung fu is a real killing technique?!”

“Ma Baoguo, come out and see! This is real martial arts!”

“I’ve watched this video a hundred times. Don’t stop me! I’m going to fight Tyson one-on-one!”

“This video has awakened the beast inside me! I want to fight ten flower thieves!”

“The masked man is too handsome! I want to be his disciple… no, I want to give him a child!”

At the same time, speculation about the masked man’s identity skyrocketed.

Everyone agreed—he was a martial arts master.

But no one came forward to admit it, and so netizens gave him a name:

The Mysterious Masked Hero.

The viral video set off a chain reaction across Nanjiang.

Even square-dancing aunties were frustrated, as their usual parks were now crowded with young people waving their arms and legs, following martial arts tutorials from their phones.

The practice areas were overrun.

But seeing the serious stances and intense movements, the aunties didn’t dare speak up—afraid they’d be mistaken for training dummies.

Across the city, martial arts schools saw a sudden surge in enrollment.

A full-blown martial arts craze had taken over the internet.

And the person who had caused it all—the mysterious masked hero—was currently sprawled on a sofa like a salted fish, picking his nose and playing mobile games.

At a crucial moment in his game, Chen Shihan suddenly jumped onto the couch and landed on him, cutting off his focus.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

Chen Shihan held up her phone, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Look, look! Didn’t we just watch Ip Man two days ago? The masked guy in this video used the same moves! Isn’t that a crazy coincidence?”

She blinked and stared into Chen Lang’s eyes, her expression full of curiosity.

Chen Lang laughed awkwardly. “Haha, yeah… what a coincidence.”

But in his mind, he thought, If we had watched a Nicolas Cage movie instead, the masked hero might’ve used drunken boxing and fought the flower thief inside a furniture store.

…

Meanwhile, another hot topic was sweeping through Nanjiang—the Jiang family’s masks.

Since launching, the masks had quickly gone viral due to glowing word-of-mouth reviews.

In no time, Jiang’s mask product had sold out in offline stores, leaving shelves bare.

The factories were now working overtime to keep up with demand.

A single mask had triggered a buying frenzy among Nanjiang’s wealthy elite.

People were beginning to realize just how terrifying the city’s true purchasing power was.

Many business rivals were left sighing in regret—if only they had bought into the Jiang family’s shares earlier.

…

Today was a national holiday.

As usual, Chen Lang was lounging on the sofa, gaming lazily like a true couch potato.

Suddenly, the blaring sound of a car horn interrupted his peace.

He got up to check—and saw Jiang Mengyao.

She was leaning against a sports car in a sleek black leather jacket that hugged her waist, paired with tight leather pants outlining her long, shapely legs. She wore high-heeled boots and oozed charisma as she whistled at him.

“Boss Jiang has come to visit. How rude of you not to welcome me?”

Chen Lang chuckled. “Haha, stop teasing. What brings you here?”

Jiang Mengyao smirked. “Not working today, so I thought I’d stop by. Since it’s a holiday, do you have any plans?”

Chen Lang shook his head.

“Perfect. Come to a concert with me.”