You've Already Been Paralyzed Once, Who's Going to Talk to You About Martial Ethics?

Lu Ping was a poor delivery rider in his previous life. He made an extra delivery on a rainy night and was hit by an out-of-control vehicle and paralyzed from a high position. During those years when he was trapped in the hospital bed, his biggest wish was that one day he could stand up on his own, run, and live on his own. When he opened his eyes again, he became a marginalized member of the Guwu family and was fostered by relatives. The body-tempering medicine, martial arts training silver, and martial arts gym recommendation cards left by the parents were all used by the uncle's family to support his cousin; when it was his turn, he only had the woodshed, hard work, and the words: "You are lucky, so you should work more." Until he was forced to a dead end and the memory of his past life awakened. [Entry Arsenal] is open. While others rely on their basic skills to practice martial arts, he relies on grabbing, refining, and improving his martial arts; while others rely on his family to fight for his life, he relies on a pair of legs that can finally run. Lu Ping touched his bruised fist and smiled weakly: "You've already been paralyzed once, who's still talking about martial ethics to you?" From a small person in the firewood shed, to the ancient martial arts arena, to the mythical destiny, in this life, he only believes in one sentence: Whoever swallows my stuff had better spit it out with interest.