"Martial arts."
"Martial arts?"
Andrew Han sat in his seat, frowning in deep thought.
He gripped a black carbon pen, tracing wobbly lines and drawing overlapping circles in the narrow blank space of his test paper.
Martial arts, passed down through the ages, are a means of survival—an art of killing, and an art of war... But Andrew Han couldn't help but wonder, what use is mere physical strength?
Given the current level of technology.
A single handgun, a missile, or even a speeding car could easily kill a martial artist. Who could withstand the impact of a vehicle? Who could block a bullet, or even a missile?
Wait!
Suddenly, Andrew Han was startled.
Memories from his previous life flickered in his mind, sparking a terrifying suspicion.