Ye Tiansheng of Qingshi Town is a poor hunter with the worst natural aptitude in town. He cannot even cultivate a sense of qi through the most basic skin-tempering exercises, and everyone laughs at his delusions.
But he refuses to believe fate has the final say.
He rises before dawn and does not finish training until late at night. While others rest, he trains; while others sleep, he keeps going. Others practice a basic fist form a hundred times, so he practices it a thousand. Others find body-tempering techniques tedious, so he grinds away at them to the bitter end.
His aptitude is mediocre, his understanding unremarkable, but he alone believes sweat can forge true skill.
Countless times, he trains until his bones and sinews break. Countless times, he wakes from unconsciousness and keeps throwing punches. Day after day, year after year, he discovers that as long as he is willing to train with everything he has, he will always improve. No bottleneck can stop him.
Heaven rewards diligence, and hard work never goes unrewarded.
While the geniuses his age are still struggling to break through to the Postnatal Realm, he has already entered the Grandmaster Realm, overpowering an entire city on his own. While those who mocked him are still standing still, he has become a Grandmaster revered as a pillar of the nation. And when the world believes he has reached his limit, he ascends to Martial Saint and establishes a sacred land that will endure for generations.
With the body of an ordinary man, he fights bloody battles on every front and ultimately earns the title of Martial Saint.
There are no natural-born powerhouses in this world, only madmen who train themselves to the brink of death.
