Under the cover of night, Huang Wen returned to the Wing Chun Martial Arts School.
After taking off his tuxedo and clothes, Huang Wen saw his bruised and battered self in the mirror.
The injuries Huang Wen sustained were far more severe than he had imagined, but thanks to the tuxedo's shock-absorbing function, Huang Wen wasn't bleeding; instead, his body was covered in purple bruises.
The power of Punchstone was simply too great.
If it weren't for the astonishing quality of the tuxedo, which prevented it from being breached, Huang Wen's injuries would have been even more severe, and it would have been uncertain if he could have returned in one piece.
As for the injuries on Huang Wen's fingers, although he had forcibly set the bones back in place, the pain and the injuries still needed time to heal slowly.
"I remember there was some medicated wine for bruises and sprains," Huang Wen thought, recalling a memory from his childhood.
When he was young, Huang Wen practiced martial arts without much restraint, often ending up covered in injuries, and then Huang Hong would apply medicated wine specifically for bruises and sprains.
Not just Huang Wen, but even Ip Man, when he was young and practicing martial arts, used this medicated wine frequently.
Otherwise, a single injury would take a long time to recover, wasting valuable training time.
Among the four bedrooms on the second floor, one belonged to Huang Hong, and it was the smallest one.
In Huang Hong's words, what did a big man like him need such a large room for?
As long as he could sleep, that was enough!
Therefore, Huang Hong's room was simple and straightforward, with only a bathroom, a wardrobe, a bookshelf, a bed, and a single lounge chair.
Huang Wen easily found the unlabeled bottle of medicated wine for bruises and sprains in the bookshelf.
It was a homemade recipe passed down from Huang Hong's ancestors.
Huang Wen opened it and sniffed it; it was very similar to the one Ip Man used in his youth, suggesting it was a traditional Wing Chun remedy.
Huang Wen took the medicated wine, first took a shower, and then patted and massaged the wine onto his bruises.
This, of course, caused secondary pain, but to recover faster, Huang Wen gritted his teeth and endured it.
Before long, Huang Wen lay on the bed and then remembered the task he had completed earlier.
With a thought, he summoned the system, and the system's interface appeared before his eyes.
"Current Missions: 0 / 1 (Unfinished)"
"1. Promote the martial arts school and make it flourish.
Reward: One Superhuman Character Draw."
"Completed Missions: Avenge the original host.
Reward: One Superhuman Skill Draw.
Do you wish to draw?"
"Draw."
Huang Wen took a deep breath.
The Superhuman Item Draw had given him a magical tuxedo, so what good thing would he draw this time?
Based on the difficulty of completing the missions, Character Draws should be greater than Skill Draws, which should be greater than Item Draws.
Therefore, Huang Wen felt a faint sense of anticipation at this moment.
With a "swish!" sound, Huang Wen once again saw the familiar white light.
"Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained the Superhuman Skill: Gun-Fu (Originating from anti-Japanese dramas, a shooter, at the moment the bullet leaves the barrel, rapidly shakes their wrist, giving the bullet an acceleration, allowing it to curve.
This is the legendary Gun-Fu.)"
"Special Note: Due to system optimization, Gun-Fu can hit targets within sensory range.
Even if the target is hiding in a blind spot, the bullet can still curve and hit the desired location."
"Special Bonus: Gun-Fu comes with a handgun."
"Gun-Fu..."
Huang Wen's mouth twitched involuntarily.
Alright, although the anti-Japanese dramas were a bit misleading, apart from some crude production, the overall absurdity of the plot was still better than foreign war dramas.
For instance, a skill like Gun-Fu must have appeared in more than just anti-Japanese dramas; it's just that the screenwriters of those dramas gave an explanation that neither Newton nor the audience could believe.
"This can be considered a repair for my long-range combat ability, right?"
Huang Wen looked at the handgun he had taken out.
It was a very ordinary standard-issue handgun, without any markings that would allow Huang Wen to identify its model.
"However, it doesn't seem to be very good; the effective range of a handgun is generally around fifty meters."
Huang Wen then thought, even if he could use Gun-Fu to make bullets curve, could it extend the effective range of the handgun?
"Hmm? It doesn't seem impossible, actually."
Huang Wen's eyes lit up as he looked at the skill description for Gun-Fu.
If he had enough strength, couldn't he apply a powerful force to the bullet, making it fly faster and farther?
For a moment, Huang Wen felt that Newton's coffin lid was already a bit loose, but it didn't matter.
This was the Marvel world, and Newton's coffin lid had long since been unable to hold him down.
"In that case, it's actually more like throwing flying knives, but how do I solve the problem of bullets?"
Huang Wen opened the magazine, and what met his eyes were nineteen bullets, which was already quite a lot for a handgun.
However, handgun bullets were still a big problem.
Constantly reloading would consume a lot of time, and most importantly, Huang Wen would also need to carry bullets and magazines with him.
"Why didn't it give me a gun with infinite bullets?"
Huang Wen couldn't help but inwardly grumble for a moment.
One should know that in anti-Japanese dramas, there were quite a few protagonists with infinite bullets, especially those who could make Mauser pistols fire an endless supply of ammunition.
The most famous among them should be Captain Yan Shuangying, with infinite bullets, infinite life, invincibility, the ability to dodge bullets at will, and even the power to use the law of causality to make the opponent's gun run out of bullets!
Unfortunately, even if Captain Yan Shuangying could be drawn by Huang Wen, he would belong to the Superhuman Character Draw, and Huang Wen currently didn't have the opportunity to make a Superhuman Character Draw.
Currently, Huang Wen had one mission left: to promote the martial arts school and make it flourish, but he himself was unsure where the boundary for "flourishing" lay.
After all, whether it was investigating the cause of Huang Hong's death or avenging Huang Hong, these were clearly defined objectives, whereas promoting the martial arts school, to be honest, made it somewhat difficult to know what the standard was.
It was hard to say whether it meant being better than the current situation of the Wing Chun Martial Arts School or better than its peak period.
If it meant being better than the current situation of the Wing Chun Martial Arts School, then simply recruiting a few students should be enough to complete this mission.
If it meant being better than the Wing Chun Martial Arts School's peak period, it wouldn't be that simple.
From the fact that Huang Hong could own such a large house in Chinatown and have enough savings to live comfortably for the rest of his life, it could be inferred that the Wing Chun Martial Arts School, during the kung fu craze, must have made a fortune.
Huang Wen put away the handgun; items drawn from the system could all be stored within the system, which was quite convenient.
Slowly, Huang Wen's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Tonight's battle with Punchstone had been a great strain on Huang Wen's body, and after sustaining injuries, Huang Wen also felt exhausted and gradually fell asleep on the bed.