In the suburbs of Luzhou, Sichuan Province, a ragged old man, carrying a worn-out shoulder bag, walked slowly.,That man, whom he had once regarded as a target, determined to catch up with and surpass, without regard for their father-son relationship, ruthlessly severed his martial lineage from its root. Even after eight years, he still vividly remembered the agonizing pain of that moment, as well as the resentment and fury that filled his heart!,In Ye Chen's eyes, aside from his appearance, he was far too different from those influential figures at his school.。