The Sword Comes Out of Jiulong, I Am the First Crown of the White Emperor

Due to a torn cruciate ligament, Fang Hongze bid farewell to the Olympics forever. He still couldn't help but sigh when passing the Jubilee Stadium. He drank drunkenly and drowned in the neon lights of Victoria Harbour. Once reborn, Fang Hongze actually traveled to 1977, an era when fencing was just emerging. It was the end of the financial crisis, exploitation by the British, his father went bankrupt, he went to the streets to collect debts, and it was difficult to make ends meet living in the Kowloon Walled City. But Fang Hongze knew that the spring breeze was about to blow, the Hong Kong Amateur Association would rise, and sports would be revitalized. Looking at this strong body, he decided to complete the career that he had not completed in his previous life. The British don't allow it, and the East ridicules it, so how can we strengthen ourselves? Fang Hongze wants to go out of Asia with one sword and vows to win the first men's fencing crown.