The weakest martial artist? One punch and he's leveled up a whole realm!

Evening, Building 7, East District.

Dormitory 302, a four-person room.

Ye Xiao pushed open the door and entered; three people were chatting inside.

The conversation stopped when they saw him.

A boy with dyed yellow hair sneered: "Hey, isn't this our class's special admission student? An E-level martial artist, I've heard so much about you."

The other boy wearing glasses didn't say anything, he just looked down at his phone and pretended not to see it.

The last one was a kind-looking, chubby man who stepped forward and extended his right hand to Ye Xiao.

"Hello, my name is Wang Hou!"

Everyone likes to call me Fatty Wang, you can call me that too.

Ye Xiao nodded: "Ye Xiao."

Fatty Wang smiled and comforted him, "I know you. I've heard about your situation. Don't take it to heart; awakening level doesn't mean everything."

The blond-haired boy laughed loudly: "Fatty Wang, why are you comforting him? An E-level martial artist, that's how his life will be."

"Although our class is just an ordinary class, you should know that the students who can get into Jiangda University are already geniuses who are one in ten thousand, the best of their peers. Any one of our classmates can easily beat them."

"Ye Xiao has no achievements, was specially recruited, and awakened only the lowest-level E-grade talent. This kind of person only deserves to go to the training academy; he should be sent directly to the front lines as a common soldier."

"Who doesn't know? Warriors are universally recognized as a useless profession, cannon fodder on the battlefield! Mages can summon wind and rain, swordsmen can fly thousands of miles on their swords, and summoners can command otherworldly beings. And what about warriors? They're nothing!"

The dormitory was eerily quiet.

Fatty Wang hesitated, feeling that what Huang Mao had said was a bit too much.

At this moment, the boy with glasses next to him finally spoke up.

"A warrior has three cardinal sins; have you all heard of them?"

The three people's attention was drawn to it.

At this moment, Ye Xiao was also looking at the bespectacled man, wanting to hear what the three deadly sins of a martial artist were.

"Slow cultivation! Limited methods! Low potential!"

"First, martial artists can only rely on tempering their bodies day after day, so their training efficiency is far less than that of other professions. While others can fly a thousand miles a day, martial artists are still running on the ground, sweating profusely."

"Secondly, while others can use ranged attacks, mind control, elemental bursts, and summon armies, warriors can only engage in close combat. In a real battle against monsters, they can only serve as a line-filler on the battlefield."

"Third, historical records show that the highest level a martial artist could achieve was to serve as a bodyguard for extraordinary beings; no one had ever attained enlightenment through this. Truly powerful extraordinary beings were all beings who could command the wind and rain and possessed supernatural powers; there was no martial artist as a profession among them."

"In conclusion, I advise this new student to stop practicing martial arts and go home to find a job instead."

Although what the bespectacled man said was unpleasant, it was a very real problem.

Ye Xiao relied on the memories of the body's previous owner.

He knew that the essence of the high-martial arts world he was in was "respect for strength".

A social structure that forms a pyramid.

Top tier: Superhumans with powerful professions who wield absolute power and resources.

Middle level: The descendants, subordinates, and disciples of the extraordinary individuals, who manage specific affairs.

The bottom level: ordinary people and low-level warriors who are considered "consumables".

......

Ye Xiao's adoptive father was a professional martial artist.

So he became a demon hunter, appearing on the front lines of the battle against monsters.

This seems to be the way out for a warrior.

It is also the only decent way out.

The blond-haired guy laughed and said, "I'm actually hungry, how about we go out for dinner together, guys?"

The man with glasses nodded.

Fatty Wang looked at Ye Xiao: "Ye Xiao, shall we go together?"

Before Ye Xiao could answer.

Yellow Hair interrupted, "Fatty Wang, we don't even know this guy, why are we calling him?"

"You'd better not get too close to this kind of person, or you'll get bad luck with them!"

Fatty Wang looked embarrassed, caught in a dilemma.

Ye Xiao then came to the rescue, saying, "Fatty Wang, I'm not hungry. You go eat with them."

Fatty Wang nodded.

"Okay, let's exchange contact information. If you get hungry, just message me and I'll bring you something."

The two exchanged contact information.

Ye Xiao, who transmigrated here, has made his first friend in this world.

As the blond-haired man passed by Ye Xiao.

He said, "Ye Xiao, everyone is betting that you'll be expelled from school in a month at most."

"However, I bet you won't last more than half a month!"

"You'd better not let me lose!"

Ye Xiao glanced at the blond-haired man.

He didn't say anything.

He walked to his bed and began to pack his things.

......

late at night.

The rooftop terrace of the dormitory.

Two o'clock in the morning.

The entire dormitory building fell silent.

Ye Xiao pushed open the door to the rooftop and walked onto the empty concrete ground.

The city's night sky overhead was dyed a dark red by neon lights.

In the distance, the lights of the Martial Arts Tower were still flashing.

He took a deep breath.

Raise your fist.

Then, he slammed it down hard into the air in front of him.

boom--!

The fist slammed into the air, producing a dull thud.

It hurts.

The bones in my hand felt like they were about to crack.

But this feeling.

Very cool!

But the next second—

thump.

A deep, muffled sound, like an ancient war drum, echoed in my mind.

The voice pierced his soul, making him tremble all over.

Then, he saw it.

He saw a faint, almost imperceptible golden light flash across his fist, disappearing in an instant.

And the power within his body has also been enhanced to a certain extent!

【Ding! 】

You have completed a punch, with a power of 35%!

[Gained 1 Martial Arts Points!]

Your level has risen!

[Current Realm: Clay Embryo Realm, Second Level!]

Seeing this scene.

Ye Xiao had a smile on his lips.

At the same time, he learned something:

You can become stronger by throwing a punch!

"No cultivation resources? The worst E-rank talent martial artist? I'm not good enough?"

"Once I've mastered a million punches!"

"Whether you're a celestial being or a demon on earth, I'll annihilate you all with a single punch!"

Ye Xiao stood still.

He looked at his fist.

That fist was still trembling slightly—not because of pain, but because…

Exciting and exhilarating!

He looked up at the Martial Arts Tower in the distance.

The tallest building in the city houses Jiang City's strongest martial artist.

It also holds the secret of her adoptive father's death!

A slow smile curved the corners of his mouth.

The voice of her adoptive father echoed in her mind.

"Xiao'er, live on, live a life worthy of being called human!"

Ye Xiao clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with intense fighting spirit!

"Yes, Father!"

"Everyone looks down on me, Ye Xiao, but I'll prove them wrong!"

Not only to avenge his adoptive father.

They also need to prove themselves.

Before his transmigration, Ye Xiao was in a daze, aimless and unproductive, feeling powerless yet unable to do anything.

But it's different now.

He had the opportunity to change his life!

It has to be here.

Prove the value of his life!

Ye Xiao raised his fist again and, with all his might, slammed it towards the person in front of him.

The wind howled and sonic booms echoed across the entire rooftop!

boom--!

System notifications kept ringing in my ears.

Your level has risen!

Your level has risen!

Your level has risen!