"What do you think martial arts are?"
On the training ground, King of Han, holding a short blade, stood in front of a wooden dummy and asked Zhou Li, who was behind him.
"Winning."
It was a single word that Zhou Li bluntly uttered.
"Wrong."
King of Han, clad in a black python robe, coldly spoke, "It's victory."
"...Are you trying to crack a cold joke with me?"
Zhou Li was so frustrated that he was almost speechless.
"No."
Turning around, King of Han raised his short blade and calmly said, "If I were your enemy now, within the realm of martial arts, how would you respond?"
"Martial arts..."
Zhou Li pondered for a moment, reflecting on the "martial arts" of his life, and then resolutely declared:
"I do not adhere to martial arts."
"...."
