Grinding Proficiency in a High Martial World

Others' martial paths rely on talent, mine relies on "proficiency".

Chen Mo, an ordinary wage slave crushed by mortgage and car loans, wakes up one day back in his senior year of high school.

Before his eyes is the bright red college entrance exam countdown, around him is the vibrant flush of youth.

But this world is a bit different—martial arts is the true path to the heavens.

Cultural classes? Barely able to memorize.

Martial arts classes? The original owner couldn't even sense his qi and blood.

Double-subject slacker, starting directly on hell difficulty.

Until he sees a line of text appear before him:

Others cultivate bitterly for three years, inferior to my three days of grinding.

Others have epiphany breakthroughs, inferior to me filling my progress bar.

From Black Tiger Stake to Starry Sky Martial Techniques,

From the bottom of the class to martial arts genius,

From Blue Star exam halls to Star Sea battlefields.

When alien warships blanket the firmament, higher civilizations revere martial might,

As global powerhouses gaze despairingly at the starry skies.

Chen Mo opens his panel, looking at that line of text finally maxed out—

"You say martial arts has limits?"

He takes one step forward, and behind him emerges an entire civilization's martial lineage.

"That's just my proficiency...... not fully grinded yet."