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

The slap from the White Bear King only caused you minor injuries, and after its self-sacrificing compensation, three days should be enough for you to recover to 98.77%.

"Isn't this idiom incorrect?"

However, this injury seems to be a turning point; you feel that your condition has slightly declined as a result.

[The decline isn't necessarily due to injury; it could also be the side effects of previously squeezed-out potential beginning to surface at this moment.]

Just like a man over thirty, the consequences of his youthful recklessness gradually manifest themselves, turning into various minor illnesses and financial losses.

"So go to bed early, and don't smoke or drink alcohol."

"Avoid gambling and drugs altogether!"

"Heaven above and earth above bear witness!"

At 22, heading north, you arrived at the great lake that had never returned since the third simulated retreat.

[After navigating a winding, hundreds-of-miles-long shoreline, you arrive at the other side of the lake, where crocodiles of all sizes inhabit the shore.]

"Oh, so it's still a family-run business."

These crocodiles range in length from one to four meters. With a single spear thrust, even a four-meter-long crocodile would have its skull pierced and be killed.

[These creatures can only run a few meters per second on land, and at most five or six meters per second. Aside from one time when your spear got stuck in a crocodile's bone, almost resulting in you being ganged up on, you can basically sweep them away in any situation.]

In just half a month, the number of crocodiles killed by your iron spear has exceeded one hundred, and this is even though most of them were large crocodiles that were two or three meters long.

[Even now, after you've finished eating the roasted crocodile eggs and digested them a bit, you're preparing to go back to the shore to hunt crocodiles again when you see a giant crocodile staggering ashore, with the weak crocodiles you used to bully swimming behind it.]

You scoffed, "So they've found their pillar of support, huh?"

"Those bastards have stormed the north bank!"

"Oh no! Quickly, go to the south bank and fetch the Crocodile Ancestor!"

Xu Fei provided the voiceover.

[Only when you see its entire body do you realize that the previous simulation was a miscalculation; this ancestral crocodile was probably around ten meters long!]

[Or perhaps, the seven-meter-long crocodile you previously estimated is a descendant of this crocodile that migrated to the southern end of the Great Lake.]

[After the giant crocodile returned, it resembled an ancient behemoth... well, it was an ancient behemoth.]

The crocodile patriarch seemed to have caught your scent on the shore; it turned and plunged back into the water, only its head visible above the surface, as if lying in wait for its prey.

It's obvious that it has no intention of going ashore.

[However, after the crocodile patriarch returned, the crocodiles, large and small, that you had previously driven far from the lake shore now had someone to back them up, and they continued to return to the shore with renewed confidence.]

You stared at the massive piece of driftwood floating on the lake, knowing this was going to be a fierce battle, and decided to wait until the food in your stomach had digested a bit more.

A moment later, you silently walked out, carrying your iron spear. The crocodiles near the water immediately scattered in all directions; half a month had been enough for you to imprint fear into their hearts.

But the thick piece of driftwood remained completely still, clearly intended to lure the enemy deeper into its territory.

"Have some brains," you sneered.

"But you chose the wrong opponent, and this will show you who truly reigns supreme in wisdom!"

"...Can he really handle simulated flight?"

Xu Fei had some doubts.

Due to the influence of the "Hot Blood Kung Fu," his mind was sometimes sharp and sometimes dull in the simulation, and he was very skeptical of the "wisdom" it spoke of.

[This little crocodile dares to play tricks on you?]

You immediately picked up a rock and threw it, hitting the piece of driftwood squarely: "Water Dog, I saw you a long time ago!"

"I knew it."

[The crocodile patriarch, realizing he's been discovered, has emerged from the water to challenge you to a battle!]

The lake surface exploded as a ten-meter-long crocodile lunged forward, its gaping, hideous mouth resembling an abyss. Its snout alone exceeded your body length; of course, its terrifyingly long snout was also thanks to your height.

"How bitter! Is this even possible?"

[You reacted quickly, dodging the attack and thrusting the spear tip into the crocodile's snout, piercing its tongue, before swiftly withdrawing it.]

[I landed a blow in its mouth right at the start, securing the first blood.]

Despite its ten-meter length, the giant crocodile's agility remained terrifying; it swung its massive body as if a bow had been drawn.

The massive tail swept across like a giant blade, whistling through the air. In your haste, you could only use the shaft of your iron spear to block it.

The two-centimeter-thick solid iron block bent instantly, its shape essentially ruined. You were also swept away by that terrifying force, flying several meters, rolling on the sand, your skin scraped and blood flowing out.

"This is no longer an ordinary crocodile." A chill ran through you. "Extraordinary" here doesn't refer to its size, but rather to the fact that it has been enhanced by extraordinary energy—Yuan Qi!

"It's like a normal person only has ten points of physical strength, while a martial arts master at the tenth level has twenty points... This is a 'martial arts crocodile'!"

Guided by an unseen hand, you began to explain.

"Although it is only ten meters long, its strength is comparable to that of a superhuman thirteen or fourteen-meter-long crocodile!"

[The thought flashed through your mind. After rolling several times, you sprang to your feet and hurled the bent iron spear at the crocodile patriarch. In the instant it turned its head to dodge, you leaped away!]

[He leaped more than ten meters, landing perfectly on the giant crocodile's neck, his arms bent into a cone shape, and shoved it in the eye!]

The crocodile was in excruciating pain, its jaws opening but only emptying. It began to roll, trying to throw you off its back.

[You were a fraction of a step too slow, and its massive weight tumbled and crushed you. The weight of over ten tons pressed down, causing contusions to multiple joints and minor fractures in a few bones!]

Weighing over ten tons, that's tens of thousands of kilograms—just a typical steel coil!

Even if a martial artist's physique and specific performance do not increase linearly, it is still impossible for them to possess tens of thousands of kilograms of strength at the martial arts stage.

Even with talent bonuses, the current attributes of the flight simulator are still inferior to the base values ​​of a level 10 martial arts soldier.

Xu Fei remained silent; it seemed he would die here during this simulated flight.

But that's fine too, it's just right to hang out at the peak of one's life.

Fortunately, the blind crocodile ancestor rolled away to a more distant place, thus saving you from certain death.

[You still lack experience fighting such a huge crocodile. A four-meter crocodile is in a completely different league from a ten-meter one.]

As you slowly stand up, you see several three-meter-long crocodiles surrounding you. You immediately recall the time you killed the Wild Boar King, only to have it snatched up by the remaining fish and wild boars.

"How dare you! If I can't beat it, can't I beat you guys?"