Master of Chinese Martial Arts: I Can Steal the Skills of a Grandmaster from the Republic of China E

In the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, Tianjin was in turmoil. Evil spirits roamed the land, powerful families were corrupt, warlords carved up the city, and foreign warships loomed at the gates. Gunfire, sorcery, mountain demons, shadow puppets, and the ability to see five things at a glance... In this world, to survive, one had to kneel like a dog. Zhou Xing, however, traversed this place, determined to stand tall as a human. He awakened a talent: by communicating with tokens, he could inherit traditions. Tai Chi master Yang Luchan, the invincible Yang of Divine Transformation. Divine Sharpshooter Li Shuwen, unmatched in his powerful fists. Wing Chun master Ip Man, whose every move determined life and death. Gong Yutian's "yielding," Shang Yunxiang's "ruthlessness," Xue Dian's "cunning"... all the masters of the world were his teachers; all the unfinished skills were his to use! Warlord infighting? Foreigners running rampant? All were equal under his fists. Demons and ghosts seeking death? Strange beasts resurrecting? His blood and qi were like a furnace! ...Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The old skeletal monk, his skull drooping, said: "If one seeks the Way through killing, or the Dharma through victory and defeat, that person walks a heretical path and cannot see the Tathagata." Zhou Xing removed the skull and kicked it away: "I saw the Tathagata?" "The Tathagata saw me."