Pure Martial Arts: Too Clumsy and No Edge

A martial arts god emerged from Jiangnan Wulin. People say that his inner strength has transformed into realms, and his divine light is restrained. People say that he can hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves. People say that his one move of "shadowless piercing flowers" shattered the century-old reputation of Feixingtang. Leaders from all walks of life were fascinated by his eloquent words, and wealthy ladies from famous families regarded him as the true god of martial arts. But only Chen Zhuo knew it - he couldn't even figure out where his Dantian was. He was just a fireman who had been chopping iron birch for ten years at Xijian Villa and was born with the strength to kill. All he could think about was that he could chew on an extra crystal elbow at night and sleep on a stable hard bed. Jianghu is like a robe covered with lice. When the window paper of "the best in the world" was pierced, the noble man who used to kneel on the ground and kowtow suddenly changed his face to a face even more ferocious than a ghost. It was windy and cold, and hundreds of people surrounded and killed him. The aloof fairy stood on the wall and watched coldly, while the benevolent hero added insult to injury in the dark. Looking at the poisoned hidden weapons and the swords that were as sharp as clay, Chen Zhuo, who was covered in blood, clenched the black iron rod in his hand that was used to set fire. "I haven't lied to anyone, it's you who insist on being blind." "Since you have set the rules of this world, then today, I will use this mortal body to smash your rules to pieces together with this bullshit world!"