High Martial: My Body Attains Sainthood, and I Crush the Martial World

Qi Lin threw a punch, and an immense volume of air exploded. A thousand layers of shockwaves spread rapidly in rings, swallowing a hundred miles of land like a mushroom cloud. The ground flipped over, trees went flying, and sand and rocks filled the air like the end of the world.

When the dust settled, Qi Lin saw that the alien race that had been shouting moments before had been pulverized. They blended with the shattered rocks, craters, and ravines covering the ground until they were indistinguishable. Qi Lin felt bored. He suddenly missed his wife.

His thoughts drifted, as if he had returned to that midsummer day. The young man had been guiding a young woman in martial arts, and his gaze softened without him realizing it.

“Your breathing rhythm is off. Try to get a feel for mine.”

“You can't use your muscles like that. Feel my muscles and get a sense of how to apply force. All right, don't touch any lower...”

“Your footwork's not quite right. Take off your slippers so I can get a closer look...”

“Your muscles still feel pretty stiff. Keep practicing while I feel them. Don't move around...”

Suddenly, the distant sounds of countless galloping horses shook the whole earth. Qi Lin was annoyed at being pulled out of his memories. He calmly watched as a massive horde of aliens charged toward him in a cloud of dust, a savage glint flashing in his eyes.

“I'll deal with you in five minutes. I'll still make it home in twenty.”