After more than a dozen sects turned him away, Chen Chang'an joined the Taiji Sect.
Three ramshackle houses, six eccentric fellow disciples, and one cat with a limp.
Their morning exercise chant goes: “One big watermelon, chop it in two...”
Outsiders laugh at the Taiji Sect for chopping watermelons, and Chen Chang'an also thinks the place is hopeless.
But he has no other choice.
Three years sweeping floors taught him to sense force. Three years taking beatings taught him to use force.
As he practiced that watermelon chant, somehow it turned into the real thing.
The young master of the Iron Fist Sect comes looking for trouble, his punch powerful enough to shatter a mountain.
Chen Chang'an sidesteps, draws a circle, and gently redirects the force.
As the young master of the Iron Fist Sect goes flying, only one thought crosses his mind:
“Is this damn thing really chopping watermelons?”
Later, someone asks him, “What kind of martial art is that?”
Chen Chang'an thinks for a moment, still holding his broom. “Sweeping floors.”
How does a nobody everyone looks down on rise to become the strongest in the martial world?
The author knows how to talk nonsense. At least three of the ten novels on this platform are of this so-called "nonsense" style!!!
The storyline is not overly exaggerated!