My Martial Arts Has No End

The first punch was gravel. Well, you're not dead. Then I'll come again. The second punch was to split the air. Are you still standing? Do you know you are laughing now? No, that was me laughing. For the third punch, I used all the insights I had gained in the past forty years, Ancient martial arts inheritance integrates technological martial arts, The power of the two worlds collided into a sun on my fist. You caught it. That fourth punch, I went beyond the limit. Bones are breaking, meridians are cracking, blood is flowing from the corners of the eyes, But I've never been so awake. What is this feeling called? Life evolves. Extremely sublime. You are strong. Unfortunately, I am stronger. And I won't stop. There is no end to martial arts. Me neither.