Are you telling me there's no martial arts in this world? So-called masters are just regular practitioners, and practice makes perfect?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

This panel shows the realm, which means that cultivation is possible in this world. How can there be no martial arts?

It must be hidden too deeply, and martial arts are strictly controlled.

At this point, in order to get in touch with martial arts, Lin Fan worked hard to get ashore, wanting to become a member of the Public Security Bureau, contact upper-class people and learn the secrets of martial arts.

It was not until he knocked down the ten most recognized masters of the day with a single stick that he suddenly realized that they were not lying and that there was really no martial arts in this world.

He looked at his body which was invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire.

He looked at the city wall that was smashed by his punch, and the deep pit that was created by his stomping on the ground.

At this moment, he smiled and said to the person in front of him in a warning tone:

"Please don't act recklessly in my world. Thank you for your cooperation."

Also known as: "Beat the Bloodline Celestial Dragon with a Mortal Body", "Bloodline? I've been fully vaccinated since I was a child, and my stats are already maxed out"

In this fantasy world where magic and machinery coexist, Sherlock, a commoner, faces a difficult task in becoming a powerful wizard or warrior, ascending to a position of power. Fortunately, fate favors those who work hard. In this world, Chinese and English have become ancient scripts that represent mystery and power. They record magical rituals from the Age of Gods and the origins of steam... "What did I work hard for?" "I worked hard to be reborn in my past life! Otherwise, how would I understand Chinese after traveling through time?" (A Final Fantasy-like worldview + magic + steam machinery)

Transmigrating to another world, you're trapped in an attic and become a madman. Your only golden finger is just for sarcastic remarks. [Bad news: Your uncle is planning to make you disappear from the family tree with dignity.] [Good news: The beautiful widowed countess attending the banquet needs a new puppet husband to protect her territory.] So, Dashian becomes the contracted husband of this "internal and external troubled countess." [Bad news: From your cheap uncle to the surrounding hungry wolves, from the mole in the castle to the inquisitor of the church, everyone is lining up to make you and your new wife disappear.] [Good news: It seems that your shadow... can eat all their magic and holy light as a snack?] So, in order to be a good husband to this countess, the ordinary Dashian decides to start with the first thing: fill his stomach and become...

Ruan Hu became a demon. He turned into a beast on the ridge of the palace, staring at the mortals all day long.

On the first day, he watched the emperor listen to the poem in the imperial garden.

On the second day, he watched the emperor watch the dance and listen to the music in the palace.

The emperor changed beauties one after another, and they had fun every night.

His words could decide life and death, and he could take and give.

On the fourth day, Ruan Hu pushed the emperor into the lake.

He became the emperor.

When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"