In his previous life, he was a champion fighter, beaten to death in the ring.
In this life, his meridians were shattered, his family cast him aside, his peers mocked him, and someone shoved him down the stairs, killing him on the spot.
When he opened his eyes again, memories of the brutal fights from his previous life surged through him like a tidal wave.
While the world sits in meditation to cultivate true energy, I temper my bones and refine my marrow, making my body a weapon.
Twelve hundred pounds of force: I break through the peak of Hidden Force!
Fifteen hundred pounds: I shatter the protective qi of the True Condensation realm!
Three thousand pounds: one punch kills a powerhouse of the Origin Return realm!
If one punch doesn't break through, then I'll throw another.
A barrage of concussive blows, aimed straight at the weakest points in your true energy.
No matter how sublime your techniques or how vast your true energy,
I have only one question:
Are your bones harder, or is my fist?
