You promised steampunk martial arts, but you've got an internal combustion engine in your chest

Steam-powered behemoths can cleave mountains and break through roads, capable of crushing massive forces, yet they cannot bear the weight of a heart full of passion. From the bloody laborers toiling in the rainy nights of Shanghai to overcoming the world's natural disasters, Baili Jing, with the internal combustion engine in his chest, forged a bloody path through this era. He battled the good and evil of human nature, dismantled mechanical gods, and found himself in the midst of the turbulent world, his youthful spirit overshadowed by countless constraints. When the storm subsided and the roar of the engines died down, all he wanted was to take off his blood-stained clothes and peacefully enjoy a bite of tripe at the hot pot restaurant at the end of the long street. "This ironclad empire, this soaring steam, I don't want any of it. I only want my little corner of the world."