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

A prodigy is far more extraordinary than a genius; even the lowest-ranking prodigy must be a second-realm martial artist at the age of sixteen!

It may seem like just breaking through to a new realm, but there is actually a barrier between realms in between!

Even some top-level geniuses need to be stuck at the peak of martial arts for one or two years before they can break through the bottleneck!

However, forget about any prodigies. The entire Third Middle School only has one lower-level genius, Ji Xuanjun, and the entire Licheng only has one intermediate-level genius, who is none other than Li Yu, whom Ji Xuanjun paid Xu Fei to help deal with.

Xu Fei was familiar with the criteria for classifying geniuses. He had previously calculated his own attributes against them, and with his age, level of skill, talent, and perfect spear technique, he could only barely reach the lowest level of genius!

This world is too vast. The number of geniuses who are one in a billion in Shenhua can be counted in the hundreds of millions. His martial arts talent is insignificant in front of those truly dazzling figures.

So even with a simulator, even after repeatedly breaking through martial prowess levels, and even after purchasing attribute points multiple times, he could only reach the top in a limited area and could not challenge the truly top geniuses.

His only good fortune was that he could catch up.

Others lack martial arts talent, so they fall behind at every step and can never catch up.

Only he could accumulate little by little, building a tower from grains of sand, using countless "talents" to pave a path to heaven.

Time flies like water. At noon in the cafeteria, Xu Fei ordered three large lobsters.

The shrimp tail was as long as his forearm, and it was taken from a monstrous shrimp in the late stage of the first realm.

Although the Violent Shrimp have a few kings among their races, they are not listed as one of the races of the heavens, because they are merely a subordinate race under the "Fierce Sea Clan," the ruler of the Fierce Sea Realm.

Only by possessing their own independent realm can one be considered one of the celestial races.

Just like in the human realm, native creatures such as pet white rabbits or mules that pull carts... even if a few of them absorb vital energy and are cultivated to the fourth or even fifth realm, they are still not qualified to become a member of the myriad races.

Unless a few individuals break away from the human race, conquer another realm, and then multiply and occupy that realm.

However, the Violent Shrimp is actually quite strong. Its main attributes at the same level can reach 95% of those of humans, but its adult body length is often only half a meter.

Its half-meter-long body has a combat strength similar to that of a human of the same level who is over one meter tall.

It's easy to imagine how concentrated the essence of this shrimp tail is.

One bite, and it's soft, bouncy, and delicious—it's as if every cell in your body is dancing, joyfully enveloping and absorbing it.

After refining the nutrients contained in the three shrimp tails, Xu Fei felt that his "blood essence" had increased by an extremely subtle amount. If he continued to eat this kind of feast for another year, his strength attribute would increase by a little more.

If this were in prehistoric times, one would have to activate a blood-boosting technique or even an extremely powerful technique to achieve this speed of progress.

"I couldn't afford this before. A single shrimp tail cost 20 yuan, and if I ate three meals a day, that would be nine shrimp tails, totaling 180 yuan."

Xu Fei wiped his mouth. It would be even better if such good benefits could be incorporated into the simulation.

No, or to put it another way.

If he were simulating his own timeline, he could probably reach the peak of Martial Soldier in one simulation, break through to Martial Master in two or three simulations, and become Martial Grandmaster or Martial King in a dozen or so simulations.

However, in the simulated time and space, he will probably become "Zhong Yong" again and again, becoming a "fallen genius who can never get back up".

In the end, people will see him as a 16-year-old martial arts prodigy and a 56-year-old wasted martial arts master.

Even the 16-year-old King of Martial Arts, a 7th Dan, and the 360-year-old King of Martial Arts, an 8th Dan…

In the afternoon, students from each class were arranged to go to the auditorium in an orderly manner.

Xu Fei sat in his class's line, and many of his classmates, along with martial arts students from other classes, glanced at him sideways.

Students can't control their mouths; a morning plus lunchtime is enough time for the news of Xu Fei's crushing defeat of Ji Xuanjun to spread throughout the entire campus.

This left the principal and others feeling somewhat helpless. They had originally planned to show off in front of their old rivals from other martial arts schools a few days later, but they still ended up being exposed in that battle.

Many people are now speculating that Xu Fei probably awakened a new talent after breaking through to the first realm, otherwise there would be no reason for him to be able to crush Ji Xuanjun.

"Next, please welcome this year's outstanding formal martial arts students to the stage."

The Dean of Students read out the list: "Wu Xiaojun, Cai Zuyun, ..., Zhao Ziqing, Ji Xuanjun, Xu Fei."

Each person was given martial arts medicine of varying value, ranging from three hundred yuan to a thousand yuan, comparable to the monthly income of an average adult male.

"Xu Fei has been tentatively classified as an 'Intermediate Genius' based on the comprehensive evaluation of the Martial Arts Association. Let's give him a round of applause!"

All eyes turned to Xu Fei. Hundreds of people were focused on one person, which was a lot of pressure for an ordinary student.

Xu Fei, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, even trying to adopt the airs of a superior, looking down at the crowd below.

Because he was used to it, except for the first simulation which ended in an accident, he served as a tribal chief for a period of time in subsequent simulations, and was regarded as a fire wizard, an earth warrior, the ancestor of fishing nets, the father of planting, and so on.

At his peak, he had thousands of savages under his command, all of whom obeyed his every command. What are these few hundred compared to that?

"Next, please welcome Xu Fei to speak and share your insights and experiences in martial arts training."

More than ten soldiers stepped down from the stage, and the principal smiled and handed the microphone to Xu Fei, but looked a little puzzled because Xu Fei did not have a script in his hand.

Has he already memorized it?

Remembering that Xu Fei claimed yesterday that his awakened talent included "excellent memory," the principal nodded slightly, understanding everything.

As long as Xu Fei doesn't mess around like that kid Ji Xuanjun, everything will be fine.

The principal's nod made Xu Fei squint, and a bright spot of light just reflected onto his face.

Xu Fei coughed lightly to make sure the microphone was working properly, then calmly surveyed the hundreds of students below.

The noise in the Great Hall subsided, and the bright yellow lights seemed to coat every young face with wax, making the atmosphere more solemn and dignified.

The boy spoke, his voice tinged with laughter.

"Everyone has seen me by now, if you weren't late or skipped class during morning self-study the other day."

Immediately, countless people below the stage burst into laughter and curses, creating a noisy scene: in their minds, genius martial artists were all serious and proper, and they had never seen anyone so crazy... except for Ji Xuanjun.

Xu Fei recalled the lines from his speech and selected some appropriate ones to say.

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(Originally, I wrote a passionate speech of 2,000 words here, which was about leading the primitive people to create a new path in a dream, and constantly developing and progressing, etc. But later I found that it was not appropriate for the occasion, that is, it did not connect with his experience and seemed very strange, so I deleted it and wrote it as a script. (›´ω`‹ ))