Traditional fantasy novel with pure, uncomplicated thrills. Overwhelmingly powerful, an invincible protagonist.
He was born with the force of a punch from the moment he cried. On the night of his birth, he shattered the delivery room's beams and scared off a thousand-year-old demon wolf with his bare fists. At five, he tore apart a tiger. At ten, he split a mountain flood. The roots of his savage battles had already taken hold in the soil of a frontier town.
No one taught him any moves. His fists were the law. No one dared impose rules on him. His footsteps were his direction.
He charged into the martial world and smashed the Martial Dao Monument with one punch, leaving so-called top experts unable to withstand even three moves.
He entered the path of cultivation and endured heavenly tribulation bare-chested, tearing the immortal sect's grand formation like rags. Even the sect master had to go out of his way to avoid him.
He shattered the starry sky. Starship cannons turned to fireworks beneath his fists, and the "Immortal Race" of the outer domains knelt to offer up their family heirlooms.
He crushed the Immortal Realm. The Hall of the Jade Emperor became his training ground. The Jade Emperor hid in a forbidden zone, too afraid to make a sound, while the Buddha's golden lotus was plucked up for use as a weapon.
Even the power of the laws in the Sea of Chaos became body-tempering fluid to him. Time and space were as fragile as paper before his fists.
He knew nothing of "holding back," only of "fighting." He did not understand the meaning of "limits," recognizing only "stronger." From the mortal realm to the divine realm, from the Myriad Worlds to the void of chaos, he fought his way through every barrier and beat up every being that dared to draw breath.
Until one day, he stood at the edge of the universe and punched toward the firmament. "Who else is there?"
Only the hollow wind answered.
It turned out the wildest battle was not one that shattered heaven and earth with a punch, but the loneliness of having no one left to fight after becoming invincible.
This is the story of a man who began fighting wildly from the moment he was born, battling until the universe fell silent. His fists are the road to heaven; his invincibility is his inborn fate.
