Chinese Martial Arts: Starting as a Dockside Porter, I Get Daily Payouts

His right arm was ruined, someone was trying to snatch his sister away, and the foreman stood on his father's shoulder pole and said, "Get lost."

Chen Qi knelt in the rubble, his face covered in blood.

An ancient voice boomed:

"As the torch of our tradition fades, it is our generation's duty to stand tall."

[Martial Arts Torch System activated. Daily rewards calculated at You hour.]

The next day, a three-thousand-jin load came crashing down on him.

Everyone screamed and scrambled back.

Chen Qi held out the arm that was supposed to be useless, spreading his fingers.

He caught it with one hand.

The foreman's pants were soaked.

The Green Gang's spy burned through his shoes without even realizing it.

System notification:

"Tomorrow's reward: Bajiquan, Shoulder Charge."

"In three days, the head of a Japanese judo school will arrive at the docks."

Later, a foreign boxing ring put up a sign: "Welcome, Sick Men of East Asia."

Chen Qi glanced at the sky and smiled at the Japanese warrior.

"Let me settle my account first."

At You hour that night, three years of martial arts skill flowed into him.

The next day in the ring, one shoulder charge sent his opponent flying seven meters.

He slowly straightened up.

"I'll be here again tomorrow at You hour."

"Whoever comes, I'll take them on."