The Journey of Martial Arts Is Extinguished

Si Jin traveled to the dark side of urban martial arts and just wanted to practice boxing quietly in the blind master's broken martial arts hall. Standing for three years, shaking a 500-jin pole, twisting a thousand-jin lock to wear out ten layers of skin—— He integrated the modern theories of MMA, Muay Thai, and Jiu-Jitsu into the ancient bones and blood of Baji, Wing Chun, and Xingyi, and developed a kung fu that even his master could not see through. But he didn't expect that in the first battle, it wasn't just his opponent's jaw that was broken. The fist grasps the bird's tail to break the Muay Thai knee strike, the eight-ji mountain support shatters the karate stance, the ground fight uses Wing Chun, and the counter-attacking jujitsu lock technique—— Every performance was met with applause. The Yintang is dark, and the roots of the mountain are green. Will not survive this summer. He thought that as long as he was strong enough, he could change his destiny. It wasn't until he was kneeling in a pool of blood, holding his eyes that he could no longer open, that he understood the true meaning of Master's words: "You are not a disaster star. You are a fire. The moths that come near you think they are phoenixes."