In a certain valley,
A tall and robust figure was practicing martial arts.
His black hair was thick, his body nimble, and as the sunlight shone upon him, his muscles appeared to gleam with a thin layer of gold, as if they were cast in gold.
"Wham! Wham! Wham!"
The man's punches and kicks flew, creating whooshing and whistling sounds as they moved through the air.
Nearby trees and giant stones shattered under the force of his blows, exploding like dynamite, turning into dust, wood chips, and stones filling the air.
Although Lu Ping'an had already reached the pinnacle of the martial path, with no further steps to climb, he still persisted in his martial arts practice.
One reason was the habit he had formed since childhood.
Another reason was that he found many martial techniques to be particularly effective in close combat against cultivators, yielding unexpected results, so he continued practicing to integrate and master them.