With a single hand, he can pluck the stars; with a wave, he can blot out the sun and moon. With a three-foot sword in hand, who can he not kill?
You say you're a cultivator, capable of myriad arts and drawing on the power of heaven and earth? Sorry, my spirit knows no bounds. With a single thought, I can reshape the world.
You say you're a martial artist, able to fly and burrow through the earth, split mountains, and cleave seas with nothing but your body? Sorry, my body is unmatched. Ever heard of an immortal cockroach?
What? This world has werewolves, vampires, and even monsters now? All right... Since everyone is so adorable, I'll reluctantly catch a few and keep them as pets. Feilu style, no toxins, safe to read.
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I think it would be better to change the first paragraph of the introduction to "holding the sun and moon in my hands and picking stars. There is no one like me in the world." This sentence is more domineering.
I'm not a hero, just a yordle with a hammer