Chen Dali was born with superhuman strength, but because he couldn't cultivate orthodox martial arts, his sect kicked him out.
People mocked him for relying on brute force, calling him a brainless thug.
That is, until he punched the testing stele to pieces and slapped the sect's prodigy unconscious.
"Your swordsmanship has no force behind it."
"Your illusions are like mosquitoes buzzing around."
"Formation? I'll just eat the core."
He entered the martial world and used the plainest, most unadorned punches to beat all those flashy divine arts senseless.
He founded the Strength Sect, whose only teaching method was: take a beating, and keep taking one until you're nearly dead.
When the three great holy lands joined forces with a hundred thousand cultivators to hunt him down, he went down the mountain alone and ended the war in half a day.
When the Myriad Worlds joined forces to invade, one punch from him pierced the barriers between three planes, forcing the God of Magic, the Immortal Venerable, and the Logical Overmind to sit at a barbecue stand and sign a peace treaty.
When the universe's ultimate concept, "Entropy," declared before him that "all strength will eventually return to nothingness," he asked earnestly:
"What'd you say? Speak up."
Then one punch taught it what it meant that "strength can also create."
This is the story of a brawler who uses his fists to make his point, only to discover in the end that "great strength" is more than violence: it's a choice, a means of protection, and a legacy.
Many years later, his legend is told throughout the Myriad Worlds:
"If you see a man with muscles like bricks eating barbecue, don't provoke him."
"If he punches you and you survive, congratulations. You're qualified to become his apprentice."
"If you ask him what the true meaning of martial arts is..."
He grins, baring his white teeth:
"Strength is truth."
Beautiful! Beautiful, beautiful!