Thirty years after the revival of spiritual energy, martial arts has become the fastest way for ordinary people to make a comeback.
But for Chen Wang, practicing martial arts has never been about glory.
My father was seriously injured and paralyzed in bed, and the compensation and loan sharks he owed were like a net, tightening tighter and tighter; my mother died early, my sister was still studying, and the walls of the old building at home fell off whenever it rained.
He attended classes during the day and moved goods, trained as a sparring partner, and worked part-time in the black market in the south of the city at night, exchanging his life for money just to survive until the day of the martial arts exam.
Until that night, when he was collecting corpses on the edge of the penalty area, something suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He can see Qi.
He could clearly see the strength of a person's blood, the weak points of ferocious beasts, and even the glimmer of hope in a fight.
From then on, Chen Wang understood - if you want to survive in this world, you not only have to be able to endure it, but you also have to be able to do it.
Poor students in the old city, scavengers near the restricted area, auditors in the martial arts academy, and nameless knives in the black market boxing ring.
He climbed up step by step, not to become a hero.
He just wanted to lift the things that were weighing on the family one by one.
