Crimson Martial Arts Modifier

"Crimson Martial Arts Modifier?!"

Hearing that voice, Su Ti, who had been ferocious and ready to fight to the death just a second ago, suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief.

In his previous life, he had been hopelessly addicted to a web game called Heavenly Martial Arts Competition. Every day, he fought a group of wealthy middle-aged men on the server, competing for the title of strongest player.

This kind of game was somewhat like Legend of Hegemony. Whoever threw the most money at it was the strongest.

But with his monthly income of just three thousand yuan, he obviously could not compare to those absurdly wealthy middle-aged tycoons. Although he had seized an early advantage through skill at the start of the server, once the top-up system opened, those rich players quickly trampled him beneath their feet and ruthlessly crushed him.

But as a former programmer, he refused to admit defeat. If he could not outspend them, then he would out-tech them.

For this third-rate web game, he quickly developed a cheat program by exploiting its loopholes.

Though Heavenly Martial Arts Competition was a web game, it had its own unique features. Otherwise, Su Ti would not have become so addicted to it.

Its main feature was that players could fuse different martial arts together and create their own exclusive techniques.

The downside, however, was that learning and leveling up a martial art was extremely difficult, while fusing martial arts had an equally high failure rate. Once fusion failed, all previous martial arts proficiency would be lost.

This directly meant that anyone who wanted to fuse advanced martial arts had to spend money to raise their proficiency. If fusion failed and that proficiency was wiped out, they had to start all over again.

So Su Ti's cheat program was very simple: instantly max out a martial art and guarantee a hundred-percent fusion success rate.

With that cheat program, he slaughtered his way through the game and easily dominated the server. But because his cheating was too blatant, the officials quickly banned his account.

He had never expected that this cheat program would travel through time with him.

Looking at the row of pale-red light screens before him, bearing the words Crimson Martial Arts Modifier, Su Ti could not help pinching his own face to confirm that it was real.

Just then, a series of footsteps sounded outside the door.

The footsteps were hard and crisp. They were clearly leather shoes, and judging from the sound, there was more than one person.

"It's those three men in black suits!"

Su Ti had just obtained the cheat program and had not even had time to rejoice before his heart tightened. Their purpose was obvious: they had come to force him, this "dessert," onto the stage.

He was out of time!

In that critical moment, Su Ti focused his mind on the light screen before him. If anything could save him now, it was this martial arts cheat program that had traveled through time with him.

The cheat program's abilities were his only chance of survival.

Following the method he had seen in novels, Su Ti focused his attention on the cheat program's name. With a swish, the light screen shattered and reassembled. The cheat program fully opened, revealing its contents.

The contents were extremely simple, with only two lines.

Attributes: Strength: 0.5, Agility: 0.5, Constitution: 0.5, Intelligence: 1.2

Martial Arts: Comprehensive Fighting Techniques (Beginner Level 9%)+

Energy: 100%

Su Ti froze when he saw the modifier's contents. Compared to his previous life, it had changed greatly. Not only was there an extra attribute section that he did not yet understand, there was also an energy percentage whose purpose he did not know. He wondered whether those changes had been brought about by time travel.

Fortunately, the familiar martial arts section remained. This section was brutally straightforward: click the + behind a martial art to upgrade it unconditionally, or drag two different martial arts together to fuse them with a hundred-percent success rate.

So after giving the attributes a hurried glance, Su Ti shifted his gaze to the only martial art he possessed: Comprehensive Fighting Techniques.

There was no need to think about it. This martial art definitely had not belonged to the original owner of the body. It came from the few months he had spent learning comprehensive fighting techniques when he was young before crossing over!

With only one martial art, fusion was impossible. That left only the function that could instantly max out a martial art.

The footsteps outside were drawing closer, and the sense of danger was growing stronger. Su Ti could not spare attention for anything else and fixed his gaze directly on the + behind Comprehensive Fighting Techniques.

Boom!

A massive torrent of information flooded Su Ti's mind, while countless streams of heat poured into every limb and bone. In that instant, endless comprehensive fighting techniques, moves, striking techniques, takedowns, and ground techniques flashed through his mind and surfaced within every muscle and nerve.

It was like receiving the original owner's memories, yet also unlike that.

The original owner's memories had merely been ordinary memories.

But this torrent of information contained not only all kinds of fighting experience in his mind, but also a vast amount of muscle memory for punches and kicks.

With those muscle memories infused into him, Su Ti felt as though he were an expert who had trained in comprehensive fighting techniques for decades. Every technique was deeply ingrained in him.

When he looked at the system again, it had become:

Attributes: Strength: 0.5, Agility: 0.5, Constitution: 0.5, Intelligence: 1.2

Martial Arts: Comprehensive Fighting Techniques (Mastery Level)

Energy: 30%

Su Ti swept his eyes over the attributes. They had not changed in the slightest, but Comprehensive Fighting Techniques had leaped from Beginner Level to Mastery Level, and the + behind it had disappeared. This meant that his progress in this martial art had reached its limit.

And that was indeed the case. Countless combat experiences and muscle memories surged from his body. Su Ti had gone from a fighting novice to a master of Comprehensive Fighting Techniques in one step!

The sound of a key turning in the lock rang out. With a click, the door opened.

The first man to enter wore a black mask with patterns on it, and his gaze held a trace of surprise. He had expected to see someone cowering in the corner in fear, trembling or even crying his eyes out, but instead—

The young man standing before him was thin and short, yet there was not a trace of fear in his eyes. He stood perfectly straight, as calm as a battle-hardened fighter.

While the black-patterned mask man assessed Su Ti, Su Ti assessed him as well.

Mastery-level Comprehensive Fighting Techniques had not improved his physical fitness by even the slightest bit, but it had calmed his thoughts and made his reflexes begin analyzing his opponent.

"Visually, he's at least ten centimeters taller than me and weighs at least eighty pounds more. The difference in strength and weight is overwhelming. Unless I attack vital points, ordinary striking techniques will be completely ineffective against his build. I can only win through grappling."

"His fists are callused, and he's strong and powerfully built. He clearly has some fighting skill. But his body habitually leans to one side. Judging from his stance, his right knee has an old injury. That's his weak point. On top of that, he isn't on guard against me right now. If I suddenly explode into action, attack from the right, and use a Heel Hook, the success rate is above seventy percent."

With just one glance, Su Ti had calculated both sides' builds, advantages and disadvantages, and a way to win.

But after the other two men in black suits entered, he immediately withdrew his gaze and abandoned the idea.

Comprehensive Fighting Techniques was an unarmed one-on-one combat art. It did not have the ability to challenge multiple enemies at once.

Forget three people. Given the size of these men in black suits, he could not even guarantee that he could beat one of them.

"Looks like you're ready."

The man in the black suit with the patterned mask crossed his arms and looked Su Ti over with an amused gaze. This guy had even made crude hand wraps out of cloth strips. After capturing so many sacrifices for the competition, this was the first time he had seen a dessert remain so calm before going onstage.

"Cut the crap. Lead the way."

Su Ti shot him a cold glance. He knew there was no avoiding this, so he walked straight toward the door.

"How the fuck are you talking to our boss?!"

A lackey beside him roared in anger and moved to grab Su Ti, intending to teach him a lesson.

"Hey, let him go."

But at that moment, the patterned-mask man stopped his lackey instead. A cruel smile appeared beneath his mask.

"If we keep sending dead pigs onto the stage, the audience will get bored. Sometimes, they need to die in new ways."

Su Ti passed through a narrow, pitch-black corridor with the three men in black suits following behind him. Suddenly, a bright light appeared ahead.

He emerged from the passageway, and an open abandoned building came into view.

He was currently on the first floor inside the building. Before him stood an octagonal cage roughly eight meters in diameter, welded together from steel bars.

The octagonal cage was covered in bloodstains, and there were even fresh scraps of flesh and hair stuck to the steel bars.

Below the cage, two human-shaped objects covered in white sheets lay silently, though horrifying bloodstains were still visible beneath them. In the fenced area nearby, numerous people wearing all sorts of masks erupted into excited cheers and screams when they saw Su Ti emerge.

"Third one! The third one!"

"He's even skinnier than the last one. He doesn't look like he can take a hit!"

"One minute! I'm betting he gets beaten to death in one minute!"

Hearing those piercing screams, Su Ti's eyes swept across the two corpses beneath white sheets, with horrifying crimson blood exposed beneath them. His fists clenched tighter without realizing it.

"Welcome, everyone, to our Death Fighting Competition! Next is today's third random challenge match. A random passerby selected from the streets by our organizers will face a professional fighter from the Death Fighting Competition. How long will our third random contestant survive before dying? Let us wait and see!"

On the second floor of the abandoned building, Silver-Patterned Mask Man, dressed in a designer suit, had one arm around a scantily clad masked woman while he roared excitedly into a microphone.

Silver-Patterned Mask Man was clearly a man of high status. He was surrounded by bodyguards in black masks and black suits, making him stand out like a crane among chickens.

"Distinguished guests, you have three minutes to place your bets. In three minutes, the match will officially begin!"

"Now, let us invite both fighters into the ring!"

As soon as Silver-Patterned Mask Man finished speaking, two hands landed on Su Ti's shoulders from behind.

The man in the black suit with the patterned mask walked in front of Su Ti and extended a hand slightly, full of malice.

"Please."

Without saying a word, Su Ti walked straight toward the ring.

All along the way, countless gazes examined him—excitement, bloodlust, screaming.

At last, he reached the side of the ring. The black-patterned mask man took out a key and opened the large lock at the entrance to the ring.

He pulled open the door, and Su Ti stepped inside. At the same time, another person emerged from the door on the other side of the octagonal cage.

He wore a half-face Black Bear mask. He was tall and broad, with thick arms and a wide waist. Together with the mask, he looked like a Black Bear standing upright.

To ordinary people, this build might appear fat, but in reality, it was the most deadly kind.

Many wrestlers had this sort of physique: broad shoulders, thick waists, and dense muscles hidden beneath their fat. Both their strength and ability to take hits were extremely powerful!

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, cheers erupted below.

"Black Bear! Black Bear!"

"Open Coconut! We want to see Open Coconut!"

"One minute! I bet you'll beat him to death in one minute!"

Anyone with eyes could see the disparity in strength between Black Bear and Su Ti.

Su Ti was 171 centimeters tall and weighed around sixty kilograms. His frame was small, making him look thin and slight.

Black Bear was 175 centimeters tall and weighed 110 kilograms. His arms and legs were thick, his shoulders broad and waist wide, and his horizontal build was nearly twice Su Ti's! Forget fighting skill—their body sizes alone were already completely one-sided.

On top of that, Black Bear was a D-Class Fighter in the Death Fight. In the previous two matches, he had brutally killed his opponents with his signature move, Open Coconut. Anyone with a brain would bet on Black Bear winning; the only question was which minute they would bet his opponent would die in.

Black Bear smiled foolishly, completely unconcerned about his opponent. He stretched out his hands, still stained with red and white matter, and enthusiastically greeted the audience below.

Unlike Black Bear, whose certain victory showed in his contempt, Su Ti had not taken his eyes off Black Bear since he entered the ring. He continuously studied his opponent's build, posture, and even breathing, trying to find a weakness.

Through careful observation, his Mastery-level Comprehensive Fighting Techniques quickly drew several conclusions.

"With his weight class, the gap between us is simply too large. My striking techniques will definitely be useless, and ordinary takedowns and ground techniques won't work either. If I use them recklessly, I'll only put myself in danger."

"Judging from Black Bear's build, his hands are huge and his forearms are extremely thick. His grip strength and arm strength must be astonishing. I need to avoid being caught by those hands."

Thinking this, Su Ti glanced at the steel bars around the ring. Fresh human flesh and hair still clung to four sections of the bars. That was definitely not a coincidence, but the result of one of Black Bear's moves. If Su Ti was right, his two "predecessors" had died beneath that very move.

But he was not without a chance of winning.

Black Bear had been greeting the audience the whole time and had not looked at him even once. That contempt could be exploited.

Also, Black Bear had an injury in his left ankle joint. That old injury made him inflexible when turning. When greeting the crowd, he habitually pivoted with his right foot. Since the left side was his weak point, it could also be exploited.

Not only that, Black Bear was slightly short of breath when he breathed. From the way he deliberately drew in his chest, Su Ti could tell that Black Bear's fifth and sixth ribs on the left side were fractured and had not fully healed. He had entered the match injured.

He habitually raised his left hand, meaning he was left-handed. His left and right legs were uneven in length as well, likely due to habit.

Mastery-level Comprehensive Fighting Techniques gave Su Ti an all-seeing view. He found every habit and weakness on Black Bear's body, and based on them, he quickly devised a specific strategy to deal with Black Bear.