High Martial Arts Races: I Ascend to the Future in a Simulation

[At age 11, because your initial talent "robustness" hasn't returned with time, you decide to postpone facing the giant crocodile until you're stronger.]

Recruit more men around the Great Lake and teach them to weave nets for fishing and to build boats.

[However, during this time, it seems that many small crocodiles, who like to ride on wooden planks across the lake, have appeared on this side of the shore. Their numbers are increasing, and they are constantly harassing your fishing operations, even trying to drag people off the boats to show off.]

Even though most crocodiles are only three or four meters long, they have still caused you considerable trouble, resulting in continuous losses.

Although you took down a few, it was all for naught.

[Achievement: Crocodile Hunter.]

"Damn crocodiles, this is the second time you've forced me to move!"

You led your people on a frantic journey for a month, resting only at night, slaughtering every living creature along the way for food, except for humans.

Finally, you have "returned" to the Central Plains.

At this moment, like a young overlord, you begin to frantically circulate your inner power, desperately squeezing out your potential.

[As a formal martial artist, your foundation is undoubtedly more solid, and the potential you can unleash is naturally greater than before, resulting in a significant increase in your growth rate!]

At age 12, you broke through to the first level of the Martial Soldier realm and began cultivating farmland. While primarily engaged in hunting, you also started farming as a sideline, determined to select the best grains through repeated spring planting and autumn harvests, gradually ushering this era into the agricultural age.

[In the same year, your physical prowess returned, and you now possess a dual talent!]

Xu Fei: Open the panel.

[Age 12, Constitution: 23 (26), Control: 21, Strength: 23, Spirit: 23, Talent: Robust, Healthy]

"Although the demand for vital energy concentration for martial soldiers is still not too high... it only took two years to break through to the martial soldier level and I already gained 3 points of physique..."

"The Hot-Blooded Kung Fu is absolutely amazing!"

[At 13 years old, the pioneering period is over; now, you don't need to actively invite these "wild men" to join your group.]

[Those savages, wandering and homeless, constantly at risk of starvation or being hunted by wild animals, upon hearing the news, eagerly signed up in droves, wanting to join your tribe.]

But who waits until the peaches are ripe before coming to water them to show they've done their part? They can't compare to those who fought alongside you through the toughest times!

[So you classified me as a lower-ranking savage, assigning me the hardest and most tiring work—basically, half a slave.]

However, as long as they can eat their fill, they really don't mind doing heavier work. Being full is the greatest happiness for them, and they would even give their lives for it.

"High-ranking savages" are responsible for hunting, fighting, or weaving, among other things.

This place is a gathering place for all kinds of beasts; this Central Plains seems to be the place where all animals converge, with beasts and birds coming from all directions to gather here.

At 14, with your pack growing and you capable of easily killing lions and tigers, even single-handedly taking down elephants, you begin to yearn for other landscapes in the world. You decide to go elsewhere and continue challenging your limits!

[Ding! Please make a choice!]

Option 1: Head southwest to the Great Snow Mountain and challenge the legendary Japanese clan there.

Option 2: Head due east; there you'll find a continuous mountain range.

Option 3: Head northwest back to the large lake and kill that giant crocodile!

Xu Fei: "..."

Go away! Why aren't you being sneaky anymore?!

Why are you getting all wild again?!

You're only 14 years old, kid! What are you doing being so brave at a time like this?!

You should focus on developing properly, and wait until it's too difficult to make any progress before you start acting recklessly!

"Damn it, my brain has really been fried by the hot-blooded kung fu, it's already bulging out of control."

But the simulator's brain is broken, but he can't be broken.

Instead, they began to carefully analyze the three options.

The first is the Great Snow Mountain. Putting aside the fact that it is a harsh and cold environment where avalanches can easily bury people, the presence of the Xuanwu Mingren clan alone is terrifying enough!

Moreover, since it lives in the snow-capped mountains, it might be an albino special species, a famous Japanese hero, whose direct descendant even the Dragon King couldn't defeat such a terrifying creature!

The third option is even less desirable. Xu Fei had just glanced at the current data panel of the simulator and it was indeed much stronger than it was two years ago, but compared to the seven-meter crocodile... let's forget about it.

Especially since Simulated Flight's brain has been fried, he might be able to win if he fights the crocodile on land, but if he has a brain fart and decides to build a small wooden boat to start a man-crocodile battle on the lake, it will definitely be a nine-out-of-ten chance of death!

So let's try the second option.

You walked alone towards the east. Only a few of the martial arts-skilled savages in your tribe tried to persuade you to stay; the majority, however, agreed.

Because you are not a purely primitive person, your values ​​clash with theirs. They fear your unparalleled power, respect your great preaching, and dare not contradict some of the rules you have set.

But now that you're gone, they can revert to their primal, savage nature.

For example—they always felt you were far too kind to those savages who later surrendered!

You clearly think you're incredibly wicked, treating those newcomers like half-slaves, but the first savages don't see it that way; they just think you're too saintly.

[During your journey, you have broken through to the second level of Martial Arts.]

At 15, you faced a landscape of towering mountains and deep valleys, filled with the roars of tigers and the cries of monkeys. Carrying your meticulously crafted stone spear and the salt and other supplies on your back, you strode confidently into the mountains!

After three months in the mountains, you discover that the masters of these mountains are not tigers and leopards, but a group of wild boars that move with a straight path!

These wild boars don't just number a few or a dozen, but rather in groups of dozens. Each adult is over a meter tall at the shoulder and more than two meters long; when they charge, even thick, centuries-old trees are no match for them!

You once hunted and killed several wild boars with a stone spear, but this attracted a siege from nearly a hundred wild boars across half the mountain!

[Pigs advance*100]

[That time you escaped to the top of a tree, and when the tree was knocked down, you jumped to another tree. But the pigs were incredibly resilient, and they split into two groups and took turns fighting you for over a day before finally dispersing.]

If it weren't for the gift from the mother bird that replenished your strength, you might have fallen long ago due to exhaustion.

"You want to eat eggs, huh?"

[For several more months, you roamed the mountains, hunting wild boars relentlessly, partly to avenge their raids, and partly for the sheer thrill of the fight.]

Of course, you should always choose areas with lots of trees. Otherwise, even if you can outrun a wild boar, there's more than one. If you squeal a few times during the chase, boars from almost half the mountain will come running.

Although you have already entered the extraordinary realm, you are far from reaching the level where you can disregard numbers and defend against hundreds of millions of enemies.

You can handle a dozen or so of these fierce wild boars charging at you, but thirty, forty, or even seventy or eighty... it's unbearable!