Black Ring City.
Inside the apartment rented by Fang Xing.
Numerous food bags were scattered on the floor, and Fang Xing's muscles were bulging as he sweated profusely.
"Eat!"
"Training in martial arts starts with eating!"
He pressed one finger on the ground, his entire body suspended in a strange pose, breathing in a peculiar rhythm.
Inhale... Exhale...
"With a strong physique and natural vital energy, if the spirit is strong enough, it can interfere with the flow of vital energy. This is the foundation of martial arts!"
As long as it's a living being with flesh and blood, there is the flow of vital energy.
Therefore, the applicability of martial arts is very strong!
It might just manifest differently in different worlds.
If it's an ordinary, no-magic world, it might just mean being able to fight better than the average person, but still being cautious against firearms.
If it's a mid-magic world, one can fight an army single-handedly and command respect.
