On Sanhuai Street in Qingwa City, one martial arts school stood right beside another.
Other instructors taught their students how to win a fight. Gu Sanbu taught his how to escape with his life.
He won three bouts in a row at the training ground, but when he faced a real tough opponent, he raised his hand and surrendered in front of everyone.
The neighbors laughed at him for being a coward, but he didn't mind at all.
If you can't win, run. If you can't run, hide. If you really can't hide, then figure out a way to win.
Unfortunately, his new disciple, Liang Zhao, was stubborn.
“Master, I came to learn martial arts so I can become a hero!”
“Sure. First, learn how to make it back alive.”
From then on, the school's unruly little martial arts hall grew livelier and livelier.
Some came to challenge the school, some came to learn strange techniques, and a whole crowd of oddball disciples showed up, none of them willing to follow the path their master taught.
Gu Sanbu had only wanted to teach them how to take fewer beatings and lose fewer lives.
Who would have thought that as they trained, his disciples would develop winning styles of their own?
And in this martial world, some fights can be avoided, but some people must be protected.
