Shen Chen doesn't know how old he is.
All he remembers is that, from the day he was born, everyone wanted him dead.
His birth parents abandoned him in a mass grave. The monk who took him in was beaten to death. He lived like a stray dog for three years, stealing, fighting, being chained up, and used as a punching bag.
He had no talent. Moves that others mastered after one try still came out wrong after he practiced them a hundred times.
But he had one strength: he could take a beating.
At ten, someone broke three of his ribs. He lay in bed for two months, then got back up and kept training.
At fifteen, he was hunted down and chased off a cliff. He caught a branch and barely survived, then climbed back up and kept training.
At twenty, just as he finally reached the threshold of true mastery, someone crippled him and destroyed all his martial arts skills.
The one who crippled him said, “Accept your fate.”
Shen Chen spat out a mouthful of blood. “If I accepted my fate, I'd have died in that mass grave long ago.”
This isn't the story of a genius.
It's the story of someone with no talent, no connections, and luck that never once took his side, who used sheer grit to carve out a path with his own life.
He isn't here to save the world.
He just wants everyone who looked down on him to know this:
Even a stray dog can kill.
This book is not bad