Dreamscape

"Sanshou is not just for show."

"Fast! Accurate! Ruthless! Strike like lightning, kick like a blade."

Nanjiang City, Yan Wu Academy.

The coach's voice echoed through the hall as Chen Feng, sweat dripping from his face, threw a right punch forward.

Swish!

His fist was straight, his elbow slightly bent.

This was the most basic Straight Punch, one of the fundamental Sanshou moves he had recently mastered at the academy.

Without pausing, he stepped forward, Five Fingers Gripped Tightly, and threw a left punch.

Swish!

With a distinct bend in his elbow, it was a fairly standard Left Hook.

Such a Scene was not particularly eye-catching within the academy; Looking Along the Flow, one could see a full twenty or thirty students practicing Sanshou moves in this spacious Practice Room.

Whether it was a Splitting Punch, a Stomp Kick, a Swing Punch, or a Step-in, everyone maintained a solid center of gravity with decent form.

Some were even striking sandbags, moving on to the next stage of training.

For a Time, sunlight spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the faces of those drenched in sweat.

Swish!

Without looking aside, Chen Feng threw another punch.

And this time.

[Progress +1]

[Sanshou: Uninitiated (82%)]

As the panel automatically appeared before his eyes, Chen Feng finally stopped his movements and caught his breath.

With a thought, he wiped the sweat from his face and quickly saw more information floating before him.

[Name: Chen Feng]

[Age: 22]

[Strength: 8.2]

[Agility: 8.1]

[Physique: 8.1]

[Willpower: 8.8]

[Skill: Sanshou (Uninitiated, 82%)]

"Still a little short."

As the thought flashed by, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes.

This was a panel he had received in a dream a week ago, after transmigrating into this world.

Its specific function was to reflect his current physical data and the proficiency of his skills.

Tap, tap!

Glancing at the others who were still practicing, Chen Feng felt thirsty.

He walked over to the empty space by the floor-to-ceiling windows, picked up his sports water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a long drink.

Gulp! Gulp!

Sweat slid down his skin as the water flowed down his throat.

This feeling of exhaustion mixed with fulfillment made Chen Feng feel quite satisfied.

A week ago, he had been an ordinary office worker on Earth who died suddenly from staying up late to play games.

Now, having luckily transmigrated to this parallel world similar to Earth, he had managed to barely adapt to everything over the past week.

Earth Star, Chi Kingdom.

This was the country where his original self resided, one of the two poles of the current world.

As for the original owner, who shared his name, he was an ordinary college graduate who had been unemployed since graduation and had only recently joined the academy as a Sanshou student.

Because he had fallen ill with a fever a week ago, Chen Feng had taken over his body.

The Other Party's parents were ordinary people who had passed away two years ago.

He still had an older sister who was a doctoral student at a local research institute, working and studying simultaneously with excellent grades.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng stopped drinking and looked at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

Standing nearly 1.8 meters tall, he wore a black crew-neck short-sleeved shirt and looked somewhat lean.

At twenty-two, with sharp, slanted eyebrows, a buzz cut, and fairly rugged features.

"No matter what this world is really like."

"First, survive."

"Then, become strong!"

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he recalled the strange dreams he had encountered every day since transmigrating.

Chen Feng quickly set down his water bottle, walked to the Practice Field, and continued his Sanshou training.

Time passed, and two hours later, the progress of his Sanshou skill rose once again.

[Sanshou: Not Yet Initiated (83/100)]

"If I can maintain this pace, I should be able to successfully reach the initiation stage in another week."

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Chen Feng nodded to himself.

Clap, clap!

With the day's practice coming to an end, the coach, who had been standing in the open space ahead, clapped his hands to signal that the class was over.

"That's all for today."

"If any students still have questions regarding Sanshou, you can come find me privately."

Words Fell, Chen Feng took a moment to catch his breath and rest, not lingering for too long.

He tidied up, went to the locker room to wipe off his sweat, and changed out of his soaked clothes.

Before long, he left the martial arts gym.

The journey was silent, lasting half an hour.

The crowded No. 12 bus arrived at the stop, and Chen Feng stepped out from the back door.

Looking Along the Flow, the nearby residential area was filled with old concrete buildings, and the surrounding streetlights were somewhat rusted and slightly yellowed.

Fruit wholesale shops occupied the ground floor, with the sounds of trucks loading and unloading and people talking constant.

The corners of the ground were damp, and flies buzzed around the trash cans.

This is the only inheritance left by the original owner's parents: a dilapidated, small apartment.

Usually, only Chen Feng lived here alone.

Buzz, buzz!

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Chen Feng stopped in his tracks, took out his phone, and saw a message notification along with a transfer of one thousand yuan.

[Chen Yun: Xiao Feng, the research institute is very busy this weekend, so I won't be able to come back for now.]

[You've been practicing boxing lately, so make sure to eat nutritiously. Just take your time looking for work; I will find a way.]

After reading the message, Chen Feng fell silent.

Chen Yun was the original owner's older sister, and during this time, he had felt a great deal of concern from her.

Although she was a doctoral student, because she was still in the internship stage, her salary was actually not high, consisting only of a few thousand yuan in internship subsidies.

But Yet, she was incredibly good to the original owner; whether it was the tuition and living expenses for his two years of schooling or the training fees for boxing, it was all provided by her.

[Received.]

He did not refuse, because as graduation meant unemployment, Chen Feng was indeed strapped for cash.

He subconsciously typed the word "thanks," but thinking of the original owner's tone, he ultimately deleted it silently.

[Chen Yun: I'm going to get busy now, there are many things to do on the project. Smile.jpg]

[Okay.] Chen Feng didn't want his abnormality to be noticed, so he replied briefly.

Afterward, he put away his phone and quickly walked up to the fifth floor in one breath, returning to his two-bedroom apartment.

An old sofa, a black-screen television.

The floor tiles were gray and black, and the decor was simple.

Chen Feng took a small bag of beef out of the refrigerator, boiled it simply, and paired it with rice to Deal With his meal.

Whether in his past life or now, he didn't really know how to cook.

But thanks to the energy consumed by boxing, he was too hungry to care about the taste, wolfing it all down until the plate was clean.

He washed the dishes and tidied up briefly.

Before long, he returned to the bedroom.

A simple white wardrobe, a wooden desk and chair, and a large bed.

Taking out his phone, Chen Feng lay half-reclined on the bed and began to browse nearby job postings.

Living off others and waiting for death was not his style, and he couldn't bring himself to continue sucking blood from the original owner's sister.

Therefore, he still wanted to find a job himself first, ensuring he could support himself independently while balancing his boxing practice.

"Supermarket Cashier: Six days on, one day off, 8:00 AM to 12:00 AM, two shifts of sixteen hours, no educational requirements, monthly salary 3,500 yuan."

"Bar Security Guard: Six days on, one day off, 6:00 PM to 3:00 AM, no educational requirements, monthly salary 5,000 yuan."

"Company Clerk: Weekends off, 9-to-6, associate degree or higher required, monthly salary 3,000 yuan."

As the recruitment listings scrolled by one after another, Chen Feng began to get a general idea.

Before long, the exhaustion from practicing martial arts washed over him, and he felt his eyelids beginning to fight each other.

Without forcing himself to stay awake, Chen Feng simply put down his phone and lay flat on the bed, taking advantage of the sensation.

"Beep-beep!"

"Whose car is this? Move the damn thing!"

The irritable shout of a passerby drifted up from downstairs, but Chen Feng only felt his consciousness slowly drifting away.

The memories of the original owner appeared once again like a slideshow, playing back scenes from the past.

The wailing at his parents' funeral, the lethargy of spending his college days playing video games.

The inability to confess to the girl he liked, the envy of classmates showing off in their designer clothes and sneakers.

Four years spent studying hotel management, only to end up as a waiter with a meager salary.

Unemployed upon graduation, using the excuse of practicing martial arts to escape from everything.

Resentment, inferiority, confusion.

Chen Feng continued to digest the memories and emotions of the original owner as his consciousness sank, and everything around him fell into absolute silence.

Time passed, and the night deepened.

Mist churned, dim and dark.

As his consciousness fell into an infinite slumber, Chen Feng suddenly felt his body move, his feet stepping into thin air.

Hum!

Instantly, his eyelids twitched, and Chen Feng opened his eyes.

Everything around him was enveloped by a thick Black Mist; that peculiar Dream World had Appeared Again.