Tian Li

In this world, mystery and the supernatural never depart. 
Those who, with bodies honed through thousands of trials and indomitable wills, break the chains of life and pursue human limits in modern cities, are known as martial artists.
Under neon lights, swords clash. At the tops of towering buildings, friendships are made through fists. 
Among mountains and peaks, heroes discuss their ways. 
Here, martial artists who have broken the "seven physical limits" carve their godlike names under the heavens, stunning both the ancient and modern worlds and making the stars shine brighter! 
Here, the once-in-a-decade "World Martial Arts Tournament" broadcast is the highest rated program globally, where martial artists fight for their nation and themselves! 
Here, martial artists, with their mortal flesh, combat dark spirits and mythical beasts in life and death battles to protect their homeland's civilization. 
Here, every true martial artist unswervingly believes: 
"The martial way is boundless; my body is unfettered!" 

Martial Saint!

Wang Kang panicked as he urged all the divine power within his body, layers of blue lotus scale armor emerging. His form withered like the lotus leaves of autumn and winter, but what replaced it was the increasingly grotesque bloom of blue flesh on his head, visibly swelling.


The tightly closed bud opened, revealing a horrifying sight:


What caught the eye was a pale blue skull, wrapped around the brain, its features blurred, the eyeballs hanging by a thread, with the remaining flesh on its face rapidly dissolving.


Everything was becoming nourishment for the flesh lotus.


Wang Kang's voice was weak as a thread, followed by his last breath.


The force of the wind whistled as his Dark Force cracked!


Chenzhou's fist came smashing down, shattering the skull. The flesh lotus, controlling Wang Kang's corpse, rose up again. Its petals opened and closed, biting straight for Chenzhou.


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