Great-grandpa…" Huang Wen chuckled. "If we don't count your father's generation, then you and I are peers. But if we do count your father, then I would be your martial uncle."
"Of course, we must count my father's generation." Huang Liang nodded, stood up, and solemnly cupped his hands to Huang Wen. "Wing Chun, Huang Liang, greetings, Martial Uncle Huang Wen!"
"Alright, there aren't so many rules here," Huang Wen said with a smile, waving his hand. "Come on, sit down and eat. Since you're my martial nephew, you can come find me at the Wing Chun Martial Arts School if you need anything."
"Hehe, then I won't be polite." Meeting someone from his own family and sect, Huang Liang didn't refuse Huang Wen like he had refused Uncle Zhong earlier. He sat down with a grin, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Huang Wen and said,
"Martial Uncle, you opened a martial arts school in America. Have you ever encountered Jeet Kune Do? How are the Jeet Kune Do schools that Bruce Lee founded doing in America?"
"There are quite a few Jeet Kune Do schools here in America," Huang Wen thought for a moment. "However, there aren't any near Chinatown. As for the most authentic Jeet Kune Do school, the one Bruce Lee used to own, it's in San Francisco. It would probably take you some time and money to go there."
"It would be good to go and see it," Huang Liang said with a smile, a hint of admiration and regret flashing in his eyes. "It's a pity Bruce Lee died young; otherwise, he would have definitely been able to fully promote Jeet Kune Do!"
"Bruce Lee, such a familiar name…" Logan's chopsticks paused. If Logan hadn't lived long enough and used chopsticks before, he really wouldn't be used to such eating utensils. But after getting used to them, Logan felt that chopsticks were really easy to use.
At this moment, Logan stopped his chopsticks, his brows furrowed. He had lost his memory before, but hearing Bruce Lee's name just now made him feel like he had remembered something.
Bits and pieces of unfamiliar memories slowly emerged in Logan's mind. Gradually, Logan recalled a little bit of what had happened in the past.
At that time, Logan had not yet been injected with adamantium. He was wandering around America when he met a talkative, seemingly gentle man named Bruce Lee in San Francisco.
Bruce Lee was then integrating various boxing techniques and the essence of world martial arts, hoping to create a comprehensive free-fighting style. When he learned that Logan possessed multiple fighting skills, Bruce Lee was very happy to consult Logan.
At that time, Bruce Lee's speed and strength were still somewhat inferior to Logan's, but they had already far surpassed ordinary people, especially Bruce Lee's combat skills and reactions, which were astonishing.
Logan even felt that Bruce Lee's combat awareness and reactions were not much weaker than his beastly senses. However, Logan did not stay in San Francisco for too long. After sparring and exchanging some martial arts experience with Bruce Lee, Logan left San Francisco.
"So, I once possessed so many combat skills and experiences..." Logan's eyes slowly lit up. He suddenly turned his head to look at Huang Wen. "Let's go, spar with me!"
"Ah? So urgent?" Zhong Qiang looked at Logan with a surprised expression. After a month of interaction, Zhong Qiang was already very familiar with Logan's strength. He even vaguely guessed that Logan might not be an ordinary person.
"Alright." Although Huang Wen didn't know why Logan was in such a hurry, he still nodded, stood up, and said, "I'm almost done eating anyway. You can go eat, Reese!"
"Sparring? I want to watch too!" Huang Liang's eyes lit up, and he also stood up, looking at Huang Wen with shining eyes.
"Okay, then let's go together." Huang Wen had no intention of refusing and led Huang Liang towards the Wing Chun Martial Arts School.
At this moment, inside the Wing Chun Martial Arts School, some students were still diligently practicing their punches, and Reese Fisk was supervising them, or rather, watching them, which was more appropriate.
"Teacher, are you done eating?"Reese Fisk walked over when he saw Huang Wen.
Then he saw Logan, who was full of fighting spirit, and couldn't help but be stunned. "Mr. Logan, is this…?"
As for Logan, Reese Fisk knew much more than Zhong Qiang. After he described Logan's appearance to Kingpin, Kingpin quickly found out Logan's identity.
Wolverine!
This name was quite famous in the underground world, especially the legend of the immortal wolf, which made many people in the underground forces yearn for it.
Therefore, when Reese Fisk learned Logan's identity, he felt a certain awe towards Logan.
"Yes, you go eat. Uncle Wolf wants to spar with me again. Everyone, please make way!" Huang Wen nodded and looked at the students. Hearing this, the students all stopped, some looking expectantly at Huang Wen and Logan, and made way.
"Be careful, I'm not the same as before!" Logan cupped his hands to Huang Wen, specifically reminding him, and then stepped forward, his entire aura indeed looking different.
If the previous Logan purely fought according to animal instinct, then the current Logan was a wise beast. He fully knew how to maximize his advantages in combat.
Of course, Logan had no intention of extending his adamantium claws. This sparring session was merely to verify the combat techniques in his memory.
"Swish!" A sound of air being torn apart rang out. Logan's hands formed claws, like sharp wolf claws, and he swung sideways at Huang Wen's chest.
"Snap!" Huang Wen grabbed Logan's wrist, used the momentum to pull, and kicked at Logan's stomach.
"Bang!" Unexpectedly, Logan was already prepared, and his other hand was already waiting for Huang Wen. Their hands and feet collided, and Huang Wen retreated two steps.
Logan did a backward somersault, and the next moment, he sprang up with a carp-like move, pushing off the ground at a speed that ordinary people could not achieve, instantly rushing in front of Huang Wen, moving quickly, and constantly clawing at Huang Wen's neck with his hand transformed into a claw.
Seeing Logan's fierce attack, Huang Wen also retreated rapidly, while tilting his head back to create distance from Logan.
Just as Huang Wen retreated five steps in a row, his lower body suddenly sank, one foot bent and stepped on the ground, and the other leg kicked directly at Logan's stomach.
"Slap!" Logan raised one leg to block Huang Wen's kick, but he lost his balance for a moment and fell to the ground.
Huang Wen, having kicked against steel bones, also retreated half a step. Then, seeing Logan on the ground, he couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Still want to go, Uncle Wolf?"
"No more, it's boring!" Uncle Wolf jumped up from the ground and pouted. His strength and speed were not superior to Huang Wen's, and his combat skills were not leading, so it was naturally impossible to win against Huang Wen in a spar.
In fact, at Huang Wen's level, one fighting style or ten fighting styles no longer made any fundamental difference. Every attack and defense in Huang Wen's combat had completely broken free from the limitations of specific moves.
"So powerful!" After witnessing the entire battle, Huang Liang looked at Huang Wen with shining eyes, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart.