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Chapter 60 Home World: 3-Second KO of Martial Arts Master Exposed as a Fraud!
Once Mo Fei had mastered the Sacred Heart Technique, this journey of revenge in the Tai Chi world came to an end.

Just when he thought he was about to return to the real world, the system notification sounded in his mind once again.

"Ding! The system has detected that the host has more than 50 points of comeback points. This world can be bound to the main world. Would you like to bind?"

"Home field world? What's that?"

Could it be that the system mentioned this to me once when I selected the task?

At the time, he didn't pay much attention to it.

I never thought I would actually earn enough points to bind my account to achieve a comeback.

"What are the benefits for me after binding with the home world, and what should I be aware of?"

As a new transmigrator, Mo Fei, with a cautious mindset, decided to learn more before making a decision.

After all, 50 comeback points are no small amount. If you exchange them for something useless, you'll lose everything.

The system quickly provided an answer to Mo Fei's question.

"Once the home world is bound, the host can spend counterattack points to exchange for resources in the home world."

"For example, rare and precious materials, weapons and equipment, and even characters from the story can be exchanged for them."

"Furthermore, each home world will generate a corresponding amount of counterattack points annually based on the power rating you control, the host."

Mo Fei didn't seem to care much about the introduction, but when he heard that the home world could generate comeback points, he immediately became excited.

"Isn't this just a hen that lays golden eggs?"

Mo Fei, who had been feeling a bit tired, immediately perked up and began to inquire about the specific details of the system.

"System! What's the rating of the power I currently control in the Taiji World? And how many comeback points does it produce each year?"

"The Taiji World is a single-planet, low-level martial arts world. The power under the host's control is rated as E-level, and can produce ten counterattack points every year. The time when counterattack points are produced will be the same as the time of the world in which the host is "on the mission".

The answer provided by the system immediately brightened Mo Fei's eyes.

"This business is worth doing! I can recoup my investment in a few years, and it's like having a backup base. I'm about to return to Earth, and having a backup base to provide resources makes me think I could make a fortune even by selling gold."

"Moreover, so many years have passed, and it's time to settle some things that we were powerless to change before."

Feeling the powerful internal energy within his body, and recalling the painful memories buried deep in his heart, his eyes suddenly turned cold and icy.

"Bind me!"

As Mo Fei issued the order, the points for the comeback in Mo Fei's account were quickly deducted, dropping from 81 points to 31 points in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the rapidly decreasing comeback points, Mo Fei's eyelids twitched, and he almost changed his mind on the spot.

But thinking about the long-term benefits, I persevered until the binding was successful.

"Congratulations, host, on successfully binding your first home world. Would you like to return now?"

After binding the home world, the system notification sounded again. Seeing that everything was settled, Mo Fei did not want to linger any longer and chose to return.

"Having disappeared for so long, I hope they won't mistake me for a missing person."

When Mo Fei selected the return option, the entire space was quickly enveloped by endless nebulae.

As the dazzling light flashed, Mo Fei opened his eyes again and found himself back in his room on Blue Star.

At this moment, he was dressed in an imperial robe, with a jade belt around his waist, a sword in his hand, and soft deerskin boots on his feet.

His imperial attire, appearing in a room filled with modern appliances, seemed extremely out of place.

With a touch of wistfulness and reminiscence, I looked around at this long-unseen little house and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and familiarity.

Before he knew it, he had been in the world of Tai Chi for almost two years.

"It doesn't seem to have changed much, does it? Could it be that the time ratio is different?"

Completely bewildered, Mo Fei quickly looked up at the wall clock.

To their surprise, they discovered that less than two days had passed since the day they traveled through time.

This discovery startled Mo Fei, but also filled him with inexplicable joy. To confirm his suspicions, Mo Fei quickly activated the system in his mind.

"Tongzi! Tell me quickly, what's going on here?"

"Ding! The time flow rate of the plane you traveled to is tentatively set at 365 to 1 compared to the real world. That is, one year in the world you traveled to is equivalent to one day in the real world."

Upon hearing the system's reply, Mo Fei's eyes immediately lit up.

"And when does the turning point occur? Is it the same?"

"Friendly reminder: It is daytime now, please do not dream. After returning, the time in the home world will be synchronized with the real world. If the host enters the mission world, the time in the home world will also be synchronized with the mission world."

The system's friendly reminder left Mo Fei feeling a little embarrassed, but he didn't dwell on it too much.

"I told you there was no such thing as a free lunch!"

Only two days later, Mo Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I am all alone, I still know a few people. If the mission world is truly synchronized with reality, then the news that I have inexplicably become a missing person would probably become a local legend.

Feeling somewhat relieved, Mo Fei first changed into some casual clothes before going to the computer, which was already in standby mode, to see what new hot news had emerged on Earth during the days he had been away.

When he opened the webpage, the first thing he saw on the homepage was a striking headline with a bold photo of an elderly man with a bruised and swollen face.

"Shocking! Tai Chi Master Ma was knocked out in three seconds! The old fraudster of Chinese martial arts has been exposed!"

Below the comments was a torrent of criticism, each one more scathing than the last.

"This guy calls himself a master? I'd say he's more like a 'great master'."

"Is this what a martial arts master is like? I could last a few seconds longer than him. What a piece of trash!"

"Don't just talk the talk, come on, Xiuer! Here's the spot. If you can hold it for more than three seconds, I'll reimburse your medical expenses."

"Sigh! Traditional Chinese martial arts have become nothing more than a performance for monkeys. Their reputation is being ruined by these fake masters."

"Wipe your tears, brother upstairs! I believe there are definitely true masters of martial arts in our country. But kung fu is a killing art; a single move can decide life or death. True masters simply don't want to make a move, nor dare to. After all, winning takes three years, while losing costs thirty thousand!"

"Upstairs, you're kidding me. If there were a real martial arts master here, would he put up with this kind of nonsense? Wake up, brother. Chinese martial arts are dead. Accept reality."

Having just returned from learning a profound martial arts technique, Mo Fei's initially high spirits plummeted as he looked at the chaotic and varied criticisms under the post, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

After turning off the computer, a particular image began to keep replaying in Mo Fei's mind.

A red sports car speeding by, driven by a skinny young man with blond hair and a floral shirt, crashed into a couple who were walking on the zebra crossing, happily asking about their son's school after school, at a speed far exceeding the road's speed limit.

The boy, who was about to turn around to answer his parents' questions, suddenly turned around. What he saw was his parents, who had flown in mid-air and then crashed heavily to the ground, their faces and bodies covered in blood.

After pausing briefly to peek out from a short distance, the thin, yellow-haired young man fled even faster.

"What the hell is this bad luck? I just bought my brand new car!"

Even after all these years, he still remembers the only sentence he heard from the skinny, blond-haired man that day.

Since his parents died in a car accident when he was 7 years old, Mo Fei survived to adulthood with sheer grit. But the murderer who killed his parents and those heartbreaking words became his nightmares for countless nights.

He was too young to fight against his fate.

The deaths of their parents only resulted in an apology from the scapegoat found by the perpetrator, whether driving under the influence of drugs or alcohol, and a few bundles of cold compensation money.

Watching the perpetrator's lawyer drive away in a luxury car, he once rushed forward desperately, but he couldn't break free from the pull of his relatives.

For a long time afterward, he tried countless methods to find the person in charge and take revenge.

However, in that era of limited communication, how much useful information could he, who was not even ten years old, possibly find?

So for a period of time afterward, he used various movies and games to numb himself, and as time went on, he came to realize a truth more and more.

Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years!

"Because in this morally corrupt world, a person without power or connections can never be a good person!"

"But what about the bad guys?"

In the future, I will use this area to communicate with everyone. Fengyun is a world that I really like, and I will write about it later. Does anyone have a list of comprehensive video websites?
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