In the world of Dragon and Snake, he masters martial arts, his fists overwhelming King Wudi!

　　In the Jianghu of Great Ming, he runs rampant, unrivaled under heaven!

　　In Yang God, he holds life and death in his hands, his fists shattering the void!

　　In White Snake, he paints a scroll of ten thousand demons!

　　In the world of Covering the Heavens, he is the Demon Lord, intimidating the forbidden zones!

　　In Perfection, I am the Demon Emperor!

　　In Journey to the West, he debates the Dao with the Supreme, his palm suppressing Mount Ling!

　　In Investiture of the Gods, the Four Saints set up the Immortal-Slaying Sword...

　　Logan Grant projects across the heavens, stepping forward on his journey, until he dominates all worlds!

Volume One: The Eagle Cries at Mount Daming

Chapter 0001: Logan Grant!

　　Year 162 of Great Yan, Autumn of the seventh year of Yong'an. Jin Yan Prefecture, Youzhou, Yichang County, at the foot of Mount Daming, The Grant Estate.

　　As winter approached, frost covered the forests of Mount Daming in the early morning.

　　"For over 160 years since Great Yan was founded, we have been surrounded by enemies without, and plagued by beasts and bandits within. In this world, only martial arts are the foundation of survival."

　　At the center of The Grant Estate, on the high platform of the martial training ground, a bald, burly man shouted loudly.

　　The man stood eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. A scar ran from the corner of his left eye down to his chin, twitching like a centipede as he spoke.

　　Below the platform, on the yellow-mud training ground, dozens of children, the youngest eight or nine, the oldest thirteen or fourteen, stood in neat rows, motionless, eyes fixed on the man.

　　Logan Grant stood in the middle of the group, his eyes shining as he looked at the martial instructor Owen Grant on the platform.

　　"Owen Grant has served in the army for over twenty years, participating in dozens of battles and always coming out unscathed. He should be able to help me achieve my goal. I must seize this opportunity!"

　　Owen Grant stood on the platform, his scar twitching as he looked at the children below.

　　"Martial arts are endless, but foundation comes first! The 'Tiger Roar Fist' I teach you is the orthodox military body-training technique. When mastered, tearing apart tigers and leopards, breaking stones and monuments, will be nothing."

　　Suddenly, Owen Grant stepped off the platform, his bones cracking audibly. As he turned, his black training clothes rustled, and he punched a heavy green stone on the training ground!

　　"Boom!"

　　The green stone flew three zhang through the air and shattered into pieces with a crash.

　　"Amazing!"

　　"That stone weighs 500 jin, and it flew three zhang in one hit!"

　　"That green stone is the hardest rock, and he smashed it in one blow!"

　　After all, they were just a group of youths, and the training ground instantly erupted in excitement.

　　Logan Grant was shocked. "I've been in this world for ten years, and I still find its martial arts incredible! I can do it too, maybe even better!" His heart suddenly burned, his whole body trembling with excitement.

　　Owen Grant strode back onto the platform, his tiger eyes sweeping over the crowd.

　　Instantly, silence fell below.

　　"The foundation of martial arts is to first temper skin, flesh, tendons, and bones, then refine bone marrow and internal organs. Those without flaw or weakness in their bodies reach the first realm of martial arts: Foundation Establishment!"

　　"A Foundation Establishment martial artist can carry a thousand-jin cauldron and run like a steed. In the Tiger Roar Army of Youzhou, they can serve as centurions, and can single-handedly slay hundreds of mounted bandits! Truly a match for a hundred men!"

　　The group of youths clicked their tongues in awe.

　　"And I am a Foundation Establishment martial artist, a centurion of the Tiger Roar Army in Youzhou!"

　　Owen Grant stood proudly on the platform, looking around with confidence.

　　"Third Uncle, how long will it take us to reach Foundation Establishment?"

　　A boy in gray hemp clothes at the front of the group asked, his delicate face full of longing.

　　Owen Grant smiled slightly, his scar writhing like a centipede.

　　"I started martial arts at ten, joined the Tiger Roar Army at twenty-one, and only reached Foundation Establishment at twenty-nine."

　　Owen Grant sighed, his gaze distant.

　　"Ethan, with your talent, you might reach Foundation Establishment before twenty-five. Only those who do so before twenty-five have a chance to join the Great Yan Martial Academy."

　　The crowd below stirred, all looking at Ethan Grant with envy.

　　The Great Yan Martial Academy, the most powerful institution in Great Yan! The ultimate weapon suppressing all sects and intimidating all nations!

　　Anyone able to join the Martial Academy is a peerless genius. Even just having a chance to join puts you above most people.

　　Ethan Grant, after all, was still a youth. His face flushed, a bit lightheaded.

　　Owen Grant waved his hand and stepped down from the platform.

　　"Practice the 'Tiger Roar Fist' on your own. If you have questions, come ask me."

　　The crowd dispersed in small groups across the training ground, each practicing their strength and techniques. The youngest had trained for at least half a year, so Owen Grant didn't need to watch them constantly.

　　Owen Grant stepped off the platform and walked toward the village, when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He turned to look.

　　A ten-year-old boy in a hemp long-sleeve shirt was walking toward him, a hopeful look on his slightly tanned face.

　　"Shaoshang, what is it?" Owen Grant stopped. The Grant Estate had just over a thousand people, all blood relatives, so Owen Grant naturally knew Logan Grant.

　　Logan Grant looked up at the towering, beast-like Owen Grant and spoke cautiously.

　　"Third Uncle, can you punch me?" Owen Grant was the third son of the previous clan leader, so all the village youths called him Third Uncle.

　　"Uh!"

　　Owen Grant was stunned.

　　"Are you out of your mind, kid? With your small frame, one punch from me and you'd be a pile of blood!" Owen Grant was speechless. A Foundation Establishment martial artist could kill tigers and leopards with a single punch, and shatter man-sized stones! He had never heard such a ridiculous request in all these years.