My Cell Prison - Chapter 157 - Mist

The Super Soldier in the City, the invincible champion who strides across the urban landscape, wanders through day and night.

Other people’s Alliance Heads are unrivaled in the lands, with an incomparable domineering air. With a shake of their arm they could cause a thousand waves to ripple throughout Jianghu.

When a person dies, they either die light as a feather (aka unimportant) or heavy as Mt. Tai (aka very important).

Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of martial artists. But where can a genuine martial artist stand in an era where martial artists are nothing more than a myth?