There are techniques for wielding the eighteen weapons: sword, blade, spear, staff, axe, hammer, dagger, bow, shield, etc.; there are also unarmed combat skills honing the body dao: hands, legs, shoulders, elbows, knees, fingers, waist, arms, back...
The same person, using different methods, played out in his mind how to truly "fight".
At dawn, the spear flowers pierced the woods;
At dusk, sweat drenched the rock.
The boy in simple attire, trained from morning till night, from spring till winter, with yin and yang interchanging and the seasons overlapping, never stopped.
Until the boy became a youth, and the youth became middle-aged...
Until the opponent changed from wooden stakes to real people, from martial artists to gods...
He still hasn't stopped!
He is still training!
He is still fighting!
The path of battle, the life of martial arts.
He went from breaking rocks to piercing mountains, to splitting oceans, to breaking eternity!
