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

"I don't believe it!"

"How could someone awaken their talent before becoming a soldier... so easily?"

Song Zhenhua said in a deep voice. He was tall and dark-skinned, just like that guy. Just standing there, he exuded a great sense of pressure. Coupled with his cultivation level of tenth level of martial arts, he was undoubtedly one of the elite martial arts students in the Third Middle School who was close to the top!

His robust physique has already reached the pinnacle below the extraordinary realm. The next step is to break through the barrier between realms and step into the realm of martial arts!

Many people's expressions changed, not because they were worried about Xu Fei, but because they were excited.

They love gossiping the most.

"Then what do you want?"

Xu Fei asked, he wasn't familiar with this second-ranked student in the class, but if it had been yesterday, Song Zhenhua would have put a lot of pressure on him.

But now... putting aside his higher stats, the formidable enemies he has faced are far beyond what this student, who has never seen blood, could imagine.

He fought against wolves, battled lions and tigers, was chased by thousands of wild boars, and even killed a wild boar king weighing several tons!

The simulated flight was essentially a split of his consciousness, not a parallel world created for him to enter the simulation. After purchasing the memories, it was almost no different from him entering and exiting the simulated world himself.

From another perspective: the simulator is a trial space - once he leaves the trial space, the corresponding memories will be deleted, and only a brief summary of the trial will be displayed. He can spend points to buy back the memories he experienced and the improvements he gained.

Of course, because those memories were forcibly implanted, it's more like receiving "information" than "recalling past experiences and simultaneously experiencing the various emotions and ways of thinking at that time."

Just like the joys and sorrows in movies and TV shows, it can be very touching to see the protagonist become all alone after defeating the boss, but that doesn't mean the audience has also lost everything!

I recovered the day after watching it. Of course, Xu Fei was receiving decades of memories, so it still had a slight impact on me.

This kind of influence is like growth. Personality is not static. Humans can't even empathize with their past selves. He simply treats it as a "controllable variable," a kind of growth after clearing a level.

Returning to the present, Xu Fei looked at the tall, dark-skinned man in front of him. He had been happily in the martial arts class for over three years, without encountering the scheming, backstabbing, and suppression typical of other fantasy novels...

It turns out that it wasn't that it wasn't there, but rather that the key plot point hadn't started yet. When he was about to graduate and obtain the cheat, the plot was about to be triggered.

"They've come, everyone who was supposed to come has come, they've all returned."

(Director, could you please create a character with king-level talent who, in order to avoid an arranged marriage with the eldest son of a powerful clan, has to temporarily transfer to Class 7 of No. 3 Middle School before the high-level martial arts assessment, and happens to be my deskmate, and will even use me as a shield? Thank you.)

(Ideally, there would be another plot where she's drugged and tricked by the young master of a powerful clan, escapes, and then coincidentally runs into me. She pretends to be fine, but because she's exhausted and too embarrassed to admit it, she blushes and I help her home, and then there's that kind of story.)

(Arigato.)

After making his wish, Xu Fei saw Song Zhenhua slam his hand down on his desk, knocking his textbook aside!

Then carefully hold it with your hand to prevent it from falling to the ground.

Make room for it.

Xu Fei, who was prepared to go berserk because "the books were swept on the ground," was stunned for a moment.

"Don't try to fool me!"

Song Zhenhua sneered and stretched out one hand: "Let's see how strong you are, I'll test your true strength!"

Xu Fei: "Oh, oh."

It wasn't as confrontational as he had imagined.

The two clasped hands.

"ha--!"

Song Zhenhua gasped for breath, then suddenly puffed out his chest, his veins bulging from his upper arm to his forearm, from the back of his hand to his knuckles, unleashing his full power!

The 500 kilograms of lifting strength represented by the 20 points of physique at the peak of martial arts can now be converted into a wrench force of nearly 200 kilograms, enough to overturn two or three adults!

In contrast to the bulging veins on the forearm opposite him, Xu Fei's right arm stood firmly on the table.

"...That's it?"

Xu Fei slowly exerted his strength, and under the incredulous gaze of the other party, pressed the back of his hand onto the table with an unparalleled force.

Let go.

"call."

The power he had unleashed with all his might instantly dissipated, and Song Zhenhua broke out in a cold sweat, panting heavily.

Xu Fei clenched his fist, a hint of regret in his eyes.

If Song Zhenhua were the kind of stupid villain who would instantly push his book to the ground and then stomp on it twice, he could confidently use more force to twist Song Zhenhua's arm.

But Song Zhenhua wasn't that extreme, so naturally he couldn't follow suit.

Xu Fei suddenly paused for a moment.

Oh no, no, why am I suddenly so ruthless?

Oh right, it's "controllable variables".

After all, they were classmates for several years, and he hadn't lived in a world of extreme backstabbing and violence where people constantly provoked others... Breaking someone's arm over a conflict was actually a bit much.

But in his inherited memories, he fought against nature and battled wild beasts. He was no longer just a martial arts student in an ivory tower, and he was no longer the same as his classmates who had lived a peaceful life for more than ten years.

Even if these students didn't like him, most of them would only argue with him out of spite, since they all grew up in the same environment and none of them were high and mighty warlord sons.

But he harbored a primitive hunting mentality—enemies? Just kill them!

However... he doesn't reject this mindset.

A slight smile appeared on the boy's lips.

Although martial arts students live in an ivory tower-like environment, they are not stuck in the ivory tower forever!

One day he will have to go out into the world, especially someone who is no longer ordinary.

He is destined to step onto the battlefield of all races in the future!

Cultivating a sense of ruthlessness and adapting to this environment beforehand will only be beneficial.

The excited shouts of his classmates brought him back to reality.

"Truly a mighty physique!"

"I wonder if I'll become powerful everywhere."

"Cough cough cough!"

Across from him, Song Zhenhua's face was ashen. Suddenly, she looked up with some resentment: "Did you eat...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was shoved aside by a heavy shoulder pole, and then the figure sat down opposite Xu Fei.

"Go away and play somewhere else, let me do it."

Xu Fei looked at the girl in front of him.

Class monitor, Bai Ruojing.

He has an average appearance and wears large black-rimmed glasses, making him look rather unsophisticated.

She was also quite vain, demanding that all the boys in her class call her a great beauty.

Anyone who refuses to shout... will be beaten until they submit!

The most manly thing Class 7 did, according to everyone, wasn't elbowing the helicopter, but saying to the class monitor that she was just average-looking!

Yes, appearances can be deceiving. She is the class monitor of Class 7, and also the strongest person in the class. She is the only one among the 21 students in the class... a formal martial artist!

A warrior from the first realm!

Out of nearly 800 students in 34 classes across the entire grade, with the martial arts exam just a month away, there are only a dozen or so officially recognized martial artists. Perhaps in the last month, they might manage to push themselves to the limit and produce another five or six. This is the usual output rate of No. 3 Middle School in previous years...