[Chinese martial arts + anti-Japanese + Republic of China + passion + no heroine + feelings of family and country]
The master said that kung fu kills people.
A country boy who was raised by a Xingyiquan master walked into the troubled China of the 1930s with a bloody hand and a teacher's instruction.
The military commander, the Japanese martial arts master, the scum of the world, the torrent of steel on the battlefield... Everyone he met told him that no matter how fast his fists and feet were, they could not move faster than bullets.
But is it really too fast?
Xingyi, Baji, Tai Chi, he merged all the masters into one, and moved the national martial arts from the arena to the battlefield. Tell everyone with a pair of fists:
It's not that Chinese martial arts is bad, it's that you haven't seen real Chinese martial arts.
When the fist is closed, there is peace.
When the punch comes out, there are mountains and rivers.
