When was the first time he felt a wall?

He didn’t remember.

Not because it had never happened, but because it had happened too many times.

That was his life.

A life of endlessly crashing into walls, again and again.

Such was the path of a martial artist, they said.

But for Peng Zhou, there was nothing more humiliating.

Why were there so many walls standing in his way?

He could have accepted it if they had been older, more experienced opponents.

But the ones blocking his path were all his peers.

The first wall he faced was Sword Dragon.