I Beat Up the Village Bully at the Funeral Hall, and My Dad Is an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster

Bone-crunching punches + heir to Bajiquan + avenging his father + merciless and decisive My father died in the twelfth lunar month. At his funeral, they told me to kneel and call them Grandpa. I stood up and slapped him flying three meters. Bajiquan: Iron Mountain Lean. The whole village was stunned. They didn’t know my father had taught me to box for fifteen years. They also didn’t know his death was no accident: someone had slowly poisoned him with toxic tobacco. Before he died, he left me a letter: “Under the old locust tree on the back hill, your father left something for you.” From Qingshan Village to the provincial capital, from the provincial capital to the national championship. The man who killed my father is still waiting for me at the top. Fists are power. I’ll finish explaining the lessons my father left unfinished.