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

"That makes perfect sense!"

Uncle Niu took a deep breath: "Talent is actually the foundation within a person, so when a martial artist breaks through a realm, they will almost certainly awaken a talent."

"Because they broke through that limitation and unleashed their potential! And those who are born with awakened talents all possess incredibly profound foundations!"

Uncle Niu pointed at Xu Fei: "Your previous performance showed relatively poor aptitude, but that's because your aptitude built up your foundation and created this talent!"

"Have you not seen the Martial Emperor Hengtian back then? He spent thirty years in obscurity, yet he nurtured a king-level talent, and from then on, he rose to prominence, ascending to the heavens in one step!"

Uncle Niu became excited: "You're the same!"

In front of this elder who had taken care of him many times, Xu Fei cooperated by showing a shocked and admiring face, which greatly satisfied the retired middle-aged veteran's boasting mentality and made him feel a great sense of accomplishment.

Uncle Niu smiled knowingly. These were words of encouragement given by the corps commander to a group of new recruits when he first joined the army. He had jotted them down at the time and later thought they were just empty platitudes. He never expected they would come in handy.

gurgle gurgle gurgle~~~

The boy's stomach growled.

Xu Fei: "..."

Uncle Niu: "..."

"My dumplings are huge! You'll have to bear with it!"

Uncle Niu then realized that the genius in front of him was still hungry. Generating talent must have greatly depleted his body's energy. He had to replenish his nutrition quickly, otherwise what would happen if he starved to death?

He swept away the raw dumplings and oil that had fallen on the table, not caring about wasting them, and directly added more oil to the pot. Then he grabbed a handful of dumplings and threw them in, adding some that were left over before, probably more than sixty in total.

He also took out two large white steamed buns and a meat pie from the stall next door: "These are what I used to fill my stomach. Eat them quickly and you'll be able to hold on for a while."

The dumplings were being fried over here, and Uncle Niu would occasionally fiddle with them using his chopsticks. This was the most meticulous dumpling frying he had ever done in all these years.

Dumplings made with the life of a retired veteran!

Xu Fei casually grabbed a steamed bun, stuffed it with meat, and took a bite. His stomach digested it rapidly, quickly breaking down and absorbing nutrients, slightly filling his hunger.

Although martial soldiers have a higher physique, they also have a small amount of blood essence in their bodies that can resist hunger. However, people like him who do not have blood essence but have martial soldier-level physique have a higher appetite than ordinary martial soldiers at the seventh or eighth level.

When the fried dumplings were served, Xu Fei opened his mouth wide and stuffed them into his mouth one by one without saying a word. This was a habit of eating meat in large bites that he had developed during the simulation.

The golden-brown, crispy dumpling skins crackled in your mouth, and as you chewed, the meat filling and a little bit of juice overflowed into your mouth, making it incredibly delicious and leaving a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth.

Just ...

"Uncle Niu, could you please stop staring at me like that?"

Xu Fei looked at the pair of staring eyes across the table.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Uncle Niu nodded, moved to the next table, and stared at Xu Fei.

Xu Fei: "..."

Noticing the boy's helpless gaze, Uncle Niu moved again and sat behind him.

Xu Fei ate more than sixty dumplings with a feeling of unease. He ate slowly to avoid feeling too full.

Eat slowly, let the previous batch of dumplings finish digesting, and make room for the next batch.

Uncle Niu remained silent, staring blankly at the boy's back, his eyes seemingly reflecting a young eagle about to take flight.

That lean back, like a dragon gathering its strength, contained boundless power to erupt. The shape of the spine was abrupt and slender, like a sharp arrow, imbued with a sharpness that could pierce the darkness…

Upon closer inspection, one can sense the burning flame within this body, and the unparalleled power that will one day be unmatched in the world!

This is the future military commander, the young version of the Martial Sect!

Uncle Niu's eyes were filled with excitement.

Although he just said that "it is reasonable for someone with deep foundation to burst out with talent", in reality, there are only one in a million people like that, and the vast majority of people are really mediocre!

"Martial Arts University is practically guaranteed, and they might even have a chance to challenge for a spot at a top university thanks to their talent!"

Ordinary, Brand Name, Key, Top, Top 100, Four Martial Arts.

In Uncle Niu's eyes, Xu Fei, who used to have no hope of even getting into an ordinary martial arts university, is now able to get into a key university, and even has a slight chance of trying to get into a top martial arts university!

The birth of a talent propelled him to leap three classes!

After all, that's not just a talent; it also means that his martial arts aptitude is far higher than what he showed in the previous few years.

Even so... there's still little hope that Xiaofei will personally avenge his mother's death.

Uncle Niu sighed inwardly. That murderer was a third-level being, and now that more than ten years have passed, he naturally wouldn't have stood still.

The business of foreign tribes is to recruit traitors and defect to the enemy. As we all know, the vast majority of traitors choose to betray because the rewards are higher.

By the time Xiao Fei has the strength to take revenge, it will be at least several decades later. His opponent may become stronger by betraying humanity, or he may be killed by other martial artists in the process of betraying them.

As for his father's death, there was no revenge to be had.

In racial wars, the perpetrators are not only impossible to find, but they also most likely die on the battlefield.

Are you suggesting we exterminate their entire clan?

"It seems to be... the 'Old Tianhai Battlefield'."

Uncle Niu recalled the place where Xu's father died in battle, then stared at the boy who was eating dry rice. He had watched the boy grow up, and he knew his character well.

Although he is a bit unruly, he is definitely a good kid and has no bad habits.

"If it weren't for the fact that my daughter is only nine years old..." Uncle Niu said softly, causing Xu Fei, who heard it, to shudder involuntarily.

As the saying goes, what you love is your life.

Those who smelt copper attract copper, specifically the smallest kind, measured in millimeters (mm), which will rush towards them at supersonic speeds...

After the meal, Xu Fei was taking out his card to pay the bill when Uncle Niu immediately put on a stern face: "You little brat, are you looking down on your uncle?"

Xu Fei insisted on paying, but was instead forcibly kicked out.

"Uncle Niu, your business is just a small one..."

"Heh, you've eaten and drunk for free before, haven't you?"

"..."

……

Back inside, Xu Fei breathed a long sigh of relief.

Without a simulator, he might not have the combat power he has now even after five or six years.

"Uncle Niu is such a good person. He even came up with a reason for me to awaken my talent."

Xu Fei thought to himself, "The method of accumulating knowledge and experience before unleashing it..." He hadn't found this explanation before, but it could provide more compelling evidence for his sudden progress.

"Sure enough, when something good happens, even if people think it's unreasonable, they will forcefully find reasons to justify it, no matter how low the probability of that reason happening is."

"The same principle applies when bad things happen; defenders will also find something of value in them."

For example, if the author of a novel makes a stupid mistake or introduces a plot hole, the clever and handsome readers will patch it up themselves _(:з」∠)_.