In the Ancient Martial World, to ordinary people, it's nothing but a figment of imagination. How could there exist masters who can leap onto rooftops and traverse walls in this world?
The entrance to the Ancient Martial World is something average people can't possibly find. In Capital City, amidst the uproar caused by the Songs, in the Ancient Martial World, in front of a certain stone mountain, a middle-aged man with a body as naked as the day he was born and bulging muscles, sporting a square face, was continuously throwing punches under the warm sunshine, practicing in this monotonous and repetitive manner.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
With each punch the middle-aged man threw, a piercing sound of tearing through the air could be heard as if each of his fists could shatter the invisible and intangible air, illustrating the immense power contained within his punches.
