Street Stall Eight Extremes: Pushing Through Martial Arts

After three years of running a street stall, I endured endless bullying and humiliation, oppressed by thugs and looked down upon by relatives, living worse than an ant. No one knew that my shabby stall after closing time hid the last martial arts inheritance of the world. On a rainy night, I met a落魄 old man, who turned out to be the last master of a century-old hidden national martial arts tradition! I bought a worn-out boxing manual from him for a pittance, and from then on, I mastered inner strength tempering, Eight Extremes Collapsing Fist, and Iron Shirt training! While street thugs were still arrogant, I shattered steel plates with one punch. While martial arts families stood high above, I had already reached the peak of the mortal world. Everyone thought I was just a street vendor, but little did they know—the mundane streets were where I began to push through martial arts!