In the late autumn of 1905, Chen Xiao returned from overseas, stepping over fallen leaves.
At the docks of Tianjin, dressed in a suit, he smashed the shoulder blade of a foreign police officer who had been abusing Chinese people with a single palm strike.
> "Martial arts are no empty show," he said with a faint smile, then went on to challenge ten martial arts schools, walking through them as if no one stood in his way.
The princes of the capital saw him as a thorn in their side, while the top swordsmen of Japan's Black Dragon Society watched him from the shadows.
Chen Xiao ventured alone into the miasma-ridden lands of Lingnan and took down a century-old opium den with his bare hands.
At the Tokyo martial arts tournament, the Japanese Sword Saint's blade sliced off a lock of hair at his temple.
Chen Xiao joined his fingers like a sword and shattered the famed Eastern blade. "Today, I'll teach you what true martial arts are!"
