Believe It or Not, My Fists Beat Your Foreign Guns

In the twentieth year of Changping, powerful enemies surrounded Great Qian overseas, while at home, regional military governors formed alliances and ignored the court's commands.

The court's decrees became worthless as soon as they left the capital region. The military governors were secretly cozying up to foreigners, selling off the nation's territory in exchange for firearms and artillery, all in pursuit of the throne.

To say Great Qian was teetering on the brink of collapse would be far too generous. More precisely, it was already ready to fall apart at the slightest touch.

Warriors trained hard for decades, day after day, yet when faced with the Western barbarians' ironclad ships and powerful cannons, they were little more than a lump of rotten flesh.

Gao Zhan was a transmigrator who had lived in this world for nineteen years. Unlike the people around him, who blindly pursued Western gadgets, rapid-fire guns, and cannons, he had always believed that martial arts had the brightest future.

Others: Ironclad ships, steel contraptions, protective armor, rapid-fire guns and cannons, flesh-and-blood modifications. If warriors use the Western barbarians' strengths to their advantage, they can grow strong again!

Me: The Dragon-Elephant Heaven-Piercing Art, the Great Wheel Vidyaraja Seal, the Vajra Joyful-Walking Step, the Vajra Treasure-Vase Breath... these are pretty...