Name: Qi Qiang
Identity: Descendant of the Jiuli War God Li Wu, son of a poor martial artist
Core Traits: True to his word and loyal, steady and resilient. The primordial battle blood of Li Wu, younger brother of Chi You, lies dormant within him. It has yet to awaken, but erupts unconsciously when his life is in danger.
Signature Ability: His punches are unmatched in their sheer force. Before awakening, he relies on brute strength and bloodline instinct. When awakened, his fists carry the crushing authority of an ancient Jiuli war god clad in heavy armor. His technique is known as the “Iron Fist of Divine Punishment.”
Qi Qiang grew up with his grandfather. The strength in his fists was far beyond that of an ordinary person, but he had no idea it was the inheritance of Li Wu’s bloodline. The primordial power of the Jiuli tiger marshal, passed down from the Battle of Zhuolu, had long been etched into his bones and blood.
He joined a bridal procession bound for a distant marriage as a sedan chair bearer. As they passed through a remote forest, a pack of wolf demons suddenly attacked. In the chaos, the lead wolf demon lunged at the bridal sedan. Desperate, Qi Qiang struck back with his fist, unconsciously unleashing his bloodline power and shattering the demon’s body with a single blow. Before he could recover from the shock, two more wolf demons closed in on him. Acting on instinct, he threw two more punches and killed them both. Wherever his fists swept, demon blood flew.
Seeing how dire the situation was, the procession leader tried to persuade Qi Qiang to flee with the bride, Shen Yingying. Unable to abandon her, and unwilling to let her face danger alone, Qi Qiang blurted out, “I can beat them to death!”
But this time, that primordial power quietly fell dormant. The leader assumed he was babbling in the face of danger and sternly urged him to escape with the bride. Gritting his teeth, Qi Qiang led Shen Yingying into the forest to hide, unaware that the path beneath their feet was guiding them toward a village built around stone houses. It was no shelter from the storm, but the wolf demons’ lair.
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