8 parts Ongoing After dropping the water ladle, Li Mu, as usual, went to the open area of the temple to practice his punches and skills.
The punches were the Zhenwu Fist.
The skill was the Primordial Art.
The names sounded impressive.
Both were taught to Li Mu by the old charlatan.
From the time he could barely walk as a child, Li Mu had been forced by the old charlatan to start practicing these two things. The Zhenwu Fist was a martial arts form, while the Primordial Art was a breathing technique. Now, after eleven years of training, he had practiced both for an hour each morning and evening, making it a daily routine.
The Earth was about to be forcibly demolished by a sect from the depths of the Milky Way, but the people of Earth had no idea.
His life was a life of battle.
Countless times, he had been reborn this way, losing loved ones, separating from his partner, and enduring hardships.
He hoped the lucky person who received the phone would live a carefree and happy life.
After all, this opportunity was really quite interesting.