Everyone in the martial world knows that fists are the most direct way to speak.
Shatter stone with a punch, split a river with a palm: that’s what makes a true master. As for ordinary people without even a trace of inner force, they’re little more than ants in a martial artist’s eyes.
But even ants have their own way of living.
The day Jiang Fan lost his left arm, he also lost his girlfriend, his job, and his dignity. Three mountains pressed down on the shoulders of a twenty-five-year-old deliveryman. Anyone else would have sunk to the bottom.
But he didn’t.
Because he knew how to fish.
Anglers understand one thing: before a big fish bites, it always tests the bait first. If you rush, it’ll get away. If you wait, it’ll lose.
Later, someone asked Jiang Fan, “You’re a cripple. What makes all those grandmasters afraid of you?”
Jiang Fan pointed to his severed arm. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”
Then he pointed to the fishing rod in his hand. “But I know every person in this city has a secret hanging from my hook.”
He doesn’t practice martial arts, cultivate immortality, rely on a System, or have any miraculous encounters.
All he has are a pair of eyes, a pair of ears, and the patience every angler is born with.
In this city where martial artists can run rampant, he turns the tables with just one thing:
Human nature.
“Fishing: The Broken Hook’s Martial World” is the story of just such a man.
How a one-armed deliveryman uses a single fishing rod to reel in the entire martial world.
