Looking for Gaps

The mortal bones have no pulse, and they are looking for gaps in the dead situation; the broken bodies are in the extreme, and they use their lives to break through the barriers. A thousand years ago, martial arts came to an end. The world's famous mountains, rivers, and ancient elixirs are all monopolized by powerful families. Over the millennia, monopoly has become the way of heaven. The children of the aristocratic family swallowed pills to temper their bodies and sat high in the hall; the homeless people could only beat their muscles and bones in the mud and serve as sword test targets for the powerful. Chen Zheng is an exception. He has no elixir, no famous teacher, and no magic weapon. He only has one life, a body covered with scars, and a curled iron knife. He is deaf in his left ear and disabled in his left arm. The ultimate state of Fanwu is the remains of his body that he exchanged for his life. The Tongluo Realm instructor stepped on his ribs and sneered: "I have three sets of tiger bones in a month. What are you going to win, ordinary man?" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and only replied: "Take your life." There are no systematic points, no divine weapons, and no breakthroughs on the battlefield. You can only use up every ounce of physical strength, block every inch of terrain, and squeeze out every flaw. Break four ribs and use them to unblock the meridians; lose one ear and use a murderous move. As a mortal, under the Iron Curtain, he sought opportunities to break the situation and survive in the midst of death. If all the bones are connected, how can one's blood be respected? While the ancient geniuses were still competing for the quality of the elixir, Chen Zheng's sword was already stuck in the blind spot where their energy flow. "Martial arts is not a plaything of nobles. It is my life.