The Fist Conquered the Republic of China, and the Martial Arts Conquered the Mountains and Rivers!

Chen Mo, the last descendant of the ancient "Lomb Guards", died of exhaustion trying to protect the secret realm. When he opened his eyes again, he became a coolie at the Shanghai dock in the Republic of China. At this time, the Western boxing champion shouted in the ring, insulting us that China has no men; the Japanese warriors put up a sign in front of the gym, laughing at the fact that our country's martial arts are all on display. The martial arts world is still fighting among itself, with deep divisions and deep divisions, and the true intentions of the ancestors are not the same. Chen Moran raised his head, his eyes like an ancient well, reflecting this era of declining martial arts. He slowly clenched his fist, and the ancient marks within his body awakened. "Your boxing skills are wrong." "Your strength has gone astray." "Today, I will show you what is... The source of martial arts!" The fist controls Shanghai, is famous in China, conveys meaning in the north, and beacons in the south. When the knights of the Western Temple and the ghost warriors of the Eastern Netherworld came with inhuman power, he stood on the top of Kunlun, and his energy and blood were like the oven of the sun, lighting up China. "I have a punch that can channel spirits, break voids, and subjugate a country." "These broken mountains and rivers will be rebuilt by my fists, and this lost martial destiny will be restored by me... To continue the road to heaven!"