[Chinese martial arts + War of Resistance + Republican era + heroic passion + no female lead + love of country and family]
My master said kung fu is for killing.
Raised in the countryside by a master of Xingyi boxing, a young man steps into the chaos of 1930s China with bloodied knuckles and a single lesson from his master.
The Nationalist secret service, Japanese martial arts masters, scoundrels of the martial world, and the steel tide of the battlefield... Everyone he meets tells him that no matter how fast your fists are, they can never outrun a bullet.
But is that really true?
He combines the strengths of Xingyi, Baji, and Tai Chi, taking Chinese martial arts from the ring and onto the battlefield. With nothing but his fists, he tells the world:
It's not that Chinese martial arts are useless. You just haven't seen the real thing.
When the fists are lowered, there is peace.
When the fists are raised, the land is defended.
