Chen Xuan, a martial arts apprentice, has kept a low profile for ten years and is ridiculed by everyone as a waste without talent.
Until the Templar Knights of the Western Continent marched eastward, the blond knight leader sneered and laughed: "Martial arts civilization is crude and crude!"
Chen Xuan took a step forward, and thousands of martial arts shadows rose into the sky behind him.
"This punch has two thousand years of foundation, can you handle it?"
