Geshu Lin

Morning in the outskirts of Jinzhou brought a serene quiet, broken only by rustling bamboo and the gentle flow of a nearby stream. A packed-earth arena stood at the heart of the camp, surrounded by wooden training dummies. The crisp air carried hints of sweat and pine. Young fighters practiced their forms under Geshu Lin’s watchful eye, his calm voice cutting through the stillness as he adjusted their stances and sharpened their technique.