>My father retired from the world for twenty years and taught me martial arts with a fire stick.
>He always said: "The arena is a pot for people who stutter, and only fools jump into it."
>It wasn't until the enemy's iron hooves crushed me on a rainy night that I realized that my father was once a martial arts legend.
>In a pool of blood, he gave me a blood-stained secret book: "Don't take revenge... Live well..."
>But the blood of the eleven members of the family was soaked into the bluestone, and the fire sticks were freezing cold in the rain.
>Turn over the first page of the secret book, and it reads: "Only by cutting off love and righteousness can you see true martial arts."
>I cut off the little finger of my left hand with my own hands and saw the heaven and earth in the severe pain.
>When the enemy's blood stains the alleyway, you realize that they are just the weakest pawns.
>I am going to jump into the pot of Jianghu and burn it through.
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