Li Yan bowed respectfully, "Please enlighten your junior."
Zhang Xiaoshan's expression also turned solemn as he stroked his beard with folded hands, "In the world of martial arts, each has its own merits, yet they all lead to the same destination."
"In ancient times, humans fought fierce beasts and thus martial arts were born; the sole purpose was slaughter, a conclusion drawn from life and death."
"Nowadays, there are countless martial arts, which represent paths but also shackles. If you want to integrate two styles of boxing into one, you must first forget the boxing, break it down and then establish it anew, breaking free from the constraints of predecessors' boxing theories!"
Li Yan frowned, "How do I do that?"
"God!"
Zhang Xiaoshan said in a deep voice, "Remember, boxing can communicate with God; when God gathers, form remains unchaotic, energies consolidate into one and return to the Dantian."
"How can a scattered effort create a Divine Weapon?"
"Again!"
