Eternal Achievements

The night was quiet, a full moon hidden behind the clouds.

The river churned white foam, waves rolling back and forth, constantly crashing against the moss-covered bridge piers.

On the stone beach west of the bridge arch, shrouded in shadow, a human-shaped silhouette sat on a rock.

He wore a cold, hard, faded dark trench coat, the hood covering most of his face, revealing stubble on his chin.

Not far away, an old-fashioned tape recorder was placed in the nook of a pile of stones.

Beneath the whirring magnetic tape, a powerful and impassioned Qinqiang opera played, titled "Chu Wu Guan."

The volume of the recorder was at its maximum, yet it still sounded low against the noise of passing vehicles and the river.

Feng Yuxiu paid it no mind, his left hand resting on his knee, his rough fingertips tapping rhythmically with the opera's melody.

His right hand still clutched half a piece of hard, dark steamed bun. He took a forceful bite, then slightly raised his gaze.

A corner of his face, rough and hardened by ancient martial arts methods and polished with sea salt, emerged from the shadow.

His pupils, a shade of millet color filled with ferocity, had a few bloodshot streaks creeping in. His mouth twisted into a grimace as he stared unreservedly at the distant river.

"Fist first, then leg, then grappling; internal and external martial arts, five in one."

"Soon, very soon. Next, it's time for weapons..."

Inside a hotel where a film crew was staying.

In the room of Hong Ye, a renowned martial arts actor and the lead actor of the crew.

Not many in the industry knew that the martial arts star Hong Ye possessed genuine skills.

And as the top disciple of the previous King of Weapons, after his master was injured and retired, Hong Ye was now the undisputed King of Weapons.

At this moment, in his room, the figure by the bedside seemed to be in a deep sleep.

But at a certain moment, he suddenly jolted awake, sitting bolt upright with a "whoosh," a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.

He was hunched over, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with unconcealable terror.

"I, I actually entered the world of the movie?!"

"'The Unity of the Martial Arts'!!!"

He looked down at his hands:

"Now, I've become Hong Ye, the King of Weapons, one of the main supporting characters in the film?!"

His name was Song Ren. In his previous life, he had undoubtedly been lucky, comfortable, and well-off.

His family background as a recipient of demolition compensation provided him with a modest initial capital. He had casually invested some pocket money into the crypto market through a friend's introduction, not thinking much of it as the amount wasn't large.

Years later, he coincidentally saw some trending news that reminded him of it. When he cashed out, he found his investment had multiplied a hundredfold...

Regrettably, the friend who had recommended him to the crypto market lost everything a year prior due to excessive focus on the volatile crypto trends.

Last year, that friend excitedly regrouped and enthusiastically pulled him into the nascent metaverse circle.

Song Ren dabbled in it for a few months, making a small profit, but found it uninteresting and withdrew.

Not long after, the metaverse trend took a sharp downturn, and his friend, who was poised to make a large profit, lost it all again...

In short, whether due to luck or other factors, Song Ren rarely worried about money in his life.

This also gave him more time to spend on his hobbies.

Song Ren's favorite pastime was combat sports.

In his opinion, the visceral thrill of punches and kicks, the impact, was a romance born from a man's very blood and bones!

He had experience in both unarmed combat and combat with weapons.

One night previously, after Song Ren fell asleep, he had a peculiar dream.

In that dream, his hobbies of past years seemed to transform into his true life's pursuit.

It was a dream of exhilarating martial arts.

In the dream, he seemed to unleash unprecedented martial arts talent.

He became obsessed with martial arts, not only mastering both the Southern Fist and Northern Leg styles, the two major martial arts categories, but also successfully challenging martial arts and combat masters from around the world.

Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Sanda, Jiu-Jitsu, Krav Maga...

Various styles and distinct forms of combat deeply captivated Song Ren in his dream.

Taizu Quan, Baji Quan, Xing Yi Quan, Hong Quan, Sanshou, Tan Tui, Chuo Jiao...

And those martial arts essences that had once shone brilliantly in history were displayed by Song Ren again and again in the dream.

So-called martial arts practice was no longer simply about strengthening the body.

Those weak justifications were merely ripples drowned out in an era of peace.

It is said that in arts, there is no number one, but in martial arts, there is no number two.

Martial arts strengthen the body in times of peace and kill in times of war.

In this adrenaline-fueled dream, Song Ren experienced life-and-death struggles again and again.

The scenes, as if etched into his bones, made him tremble with excitement even in his sleep.

And at the very last moment of the dream, a captivating voice seemed to flood his ears.

[An immortal legacy, forged through killing—is this your deepest desire?]

[Then, do you wish to experience the ultimate pleasure of a life where there is no second place in martial arts?]

[Do you want to feel the thrill of a world filled with blood, violence, martial arts, and even monsters and demons?]

[Do you want to savor the carefree attitude of one who disregards life and death, and the defiant spirit of one who fights back without hesitation?]

Dazed, and stimulated by the surge of adrenaline, Song Ren impulsively agreed in his dream…

Then, the voice seemed to sigh with relief:

[Congratulations, I have finally found a qualified boss. This system is called the Myriad Wish Machine, from the hyper-dimensional universe. Please take care of me, boss.]

"..."

Song Ren hadn't snapped out of that ultimate martial arts dream yet, but he had a small regret about the last words in his mind.

Where was the 'ding'?

Why didn't he hear a 'ding'!

Then…

He drifted off into a daze and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Song Ren's memory had been filled with a concept akin to an "instruction manual."

The Myriad Wish Machine, which was the system bound to Song Ren.

It came from the hyper-dimensional universe, and its function was to draw out the wish of a certain character from a movie or TV show and form a wish line.

As its host, he needed to enter that movie or TV show world and complete the corresponding wish mission.

Song Ren was unfortunately chosen, and he had agreed…

And this time, the first wish line received by the Myriad Wish Machine was from the movie world of [The Unity of the Martial Arts].

[Wish Granter:

Hong Ye the King of Weapons, on the brink of death—

If I could do it all over again, I would choose Li—no, if I could do it all over again, I wouldn't lose to a mere paper cutter again!]

[At that time, I will prove to everyone who the true King of Weapons is!]

[Hong Ye's wish requirement: Please, boss, take the place of Hong Ye the King of Weapons and defeat Feng Yuxiu with weapons.]

Clarifying his thoughts, Song Ren gradually calmed down.

He naturally had a strong heart, but at this moment, he couldn't help but pinch his brow.

What a scam!

He had now taken on the identity of Hong Ye the King of Weapons from the movie.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was Hong Ye.

But this appearance was merely a special camouflage formed by the wish system.

In reality, Song Ren had entered this world with his original body.

This meant that his current physique was only at the level of a martial arts enthusiast.

This level was not only inferior to the original supporting character Hong Ye the King of Weapons, but even more so to Feng Yuxiu, who had slit Hong Ye's throat with a paper cutter in the original story.

This—

After experiencing such a passionate dream, Song Ren couldn't help but feel a bit dejected by reality.

Feng Yuxiu?

Was this a joke?