The Invincible Sword Cultivator, Though Not Quite Right in the Head

The old man lowered the brim of his bamboo hat and said gravely, “Becoming a peerless martial artist takes more than a day or two, unless you're a born martial arts prodigy. People like that are one in ten thousand.” As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in a white coat stepped out of the crowd. “Hey! Hey! Hah! Hoh!” After a dazzling flurry of flashy, impractical moves, he walked up to the old man in the bamboo hat and declared with baffling confidence, “It's obvious. I'm one of those people.” The old man swung a punch with a whoosh. The young man in the white coat toppled to the ground. “Damn it! I was talking about myself. Why'd you have to come out and steal my thunder?”