Proficiency Panel!

In a quiet alley, a murmur rang out.

"Ugh... What happened to me?"

"Why does my head hurt so much?!"

The young man rubbed his head and slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings.

He found himself in a deep, shadowy alley. The sky was dark, and only a few glimmers of starlight fell into it.

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, the young man asked in confusion, "Huh?! Wasn't I dead? How did I end up here?"

As he puzzled over it, a flood of strange yet familiar memories surged into his mind.

The jumbled memories made the young man feel as if his head were splitting open again. It took quite a while before he slowly returned to normal.

"So I really did transmigrate, and this body's name is Lu Feng too!" The young man spoke with an incredulous look.

He had been a deliveryman in the twenty-first century. While making a delivery, he had collided with a hundred-ton truck, and that was how his soul had ended up in this body.

The original owner of this body had been a constable living in ancient times. Though the two of them were worlds apart, the one thing they had in common was their name: Lu Feng.

After sorting through the memories in his mind, Lu Feng slowly got to his feet, a trace of helplessness and annoyance on his face.

"Ah, well. Since I'm here, I'll make the best of it. First, I'd better get out of here."

With that, he started toward the alley's exit, but a sticky sensation came from his hand.

He looked down and saw that the hand he'd used to rub his head was covered in blood.

"This..."

Seeing this, Lu Feng hurriedly checked himself over. There was a finger-length gash on his head.

Fortunately, the wound had already begun to heal. The blood on his right hand had come from his own head.

"I remember now. The original owner was invited to dinner by the Caobang Gang tonight. After eating and drinking his fill, he was attacked by a villain on his way home."

As for who had attacked him, that was anyone's guess, but the incident definitely had something to do with the Caobang Gang.

The reason he had transmigrated into the original owner's body was most likely that the original owner had been killed in the attack, which had led to what was happening now.

At the thought of this, Lu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"No, this place isn't safe. I have to get home as quickly as possible."

As he spoke, Lu Feng strode out of the alley. The wound on his head had not fully healed, though, so he could only grit his teeth against the pain as he made his way back to the original owner's home.

Fortunately, he encountered no further danger on the way. Once he got home, he locked the front door.

Then he took out a bandage and gave his head a quick, simple dressing.

Only after finishing did Lu Feng sit in a chair and close his eyes in thought. He carefully examined the original owner's memories, hoping to discover who had attacked him.

After searching through them, he realized that the world the original owner lived in was not a traditional ancient dynasty.

It was a world with a wuxia flavor!

For instance, the original owner himself had practiced a family-inherited martial art called Cloud-Dispelling Palm. It wasn't a top-tier art, but it was still considered a martial art of ranked quality.

Mastered to Greater Completion, it could shatter stone and cleave water; a single palm strike could take a life.

Unfortunately, the original owner had never had much talent for martial arts. He had also been lackadaisical and halfhearted about training, so after six years of practice, he had only brought Cloud-Dispelling Palm to the entry level.

As for the original owner's position as a constable, he had inherited it from his late father.

A constable might be the lowliest of minor officials, but at least it was a government job, and it paid two taels of silver each month.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to support himself.

After examining the original owner's memories, Lu Feng still hadn't discovered who wanted him dead.

"Hm, never mind. Since I can't figure it out, I might as well try out this family martial art first!"

As someone from the twenty-first century, he was deeply interested in the martial arts of this world.

Then he got up and went into the courtyard. Facing a tree, he raised his hand and struck it with his palm.

"Bang!"

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The thick-trunked tree merely shook its branches. The blow caused no great disturbance.

That strike hadn't been Cloud-Dispelling Palm, just an ordinary palm strike.

Judging from the tree's reaction, the force behind it was already beyond that of an ordinary person.

Lu Feng looked at his right hand, then immediately used the first form of Cloud-Dispelling Palm, Flowing Water, Moving Clouds, and struck the tree.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud rang out. The tree shuddered slightly, and a shallow palm print appeared on its trunk.

This strike was clearly much more powerful than the last. If it had landed on an ordinary person, it could definitely have broken their bones.

"Whew! So the martial arts in this world really are that powerful!" Lu Feng's face lit up with delight.

Just then, a virtual panel appeared in front of him, along with a prompt.

[You used Cloud-Dispelling Palm once. Proficiency +1]

[Name: Lu Feng]

[Age: 19/50]

[Realm: Third-Rank Martial Artist]

[Cultivation Method: None]

[Martial Skill: Cloud-Dispelling Palm (High-Grade, Lower-Tier, Entry 55/100)]

Seeing the strange panel before him, Lu Feng froze for a moment. Then he understood.

The panel before him was probably his cheat.

Lu Feng stood in the courtyard and tried talking to the panel, but no matter how he called out, the virtual panel didn't respond.

"Hm?! Could it not be the kind of system that talks?"

He had activated the panel by using Cloud-Dispelling Palm just now. If that was the case, he might as well try again.

So Lu Feng once more circulated the internal force in his body, then struck the tree with another Flowing Water, Moving Clouds.

A muffled thud sounded, and another prompt appeared on the panel.

[You used Cloud-Dispelling Palm once. Proficiency +1]

The 55 in the Cloud-Dispelling Palm entry on the panel had also changed to 56!

Seeing this, Lu Feng had a rough idea of what his cheat could do.

By his reckoning, once he had practiced Cloud-Dispelling Palm a hundred times, the martial skill would advance from Entry to Lesser Completion.

The High-Grade, Lower-Tier listed after Cloud-Dispelling Palm referred to the quality of the martial skill.

And the Third-Rank Martial Artist listed there referred to his current Martial Realm.

"So that's how it works!" Lu Feng stroked his chin and pondered. "According to what the original owner's father said, if he trained Cloud-Dispelling Palm to Lesser Completion, he could break through to Fourth-Rank Martial Artist. Even reaching fifth rank might be possible."

At the entry level, Cloud-Dispelling Palm could only be used for its first three forms. Its power and adaptability both left much to be desired.

He remembered that the original owner's father had trained this martial skill to Lesser Completion. A single palm strike from him could snap a small tree as thick as a bowl.

But the original owner himself had far too little talent for martial arts. Even if he trained diligently, he could at most bring this martial skill to Lesser Completion. Greater Completion was out of the question.

On top of that, the original owner hadn't cared much about martial arts, so it would have been difficult for him to make something of himself in this life.

Fortunately, now that he had the Proficiency Panel, mastering any martial skill he practiced would be a piece of cake.

After figuring out what his cheat could do, Lu Feng stood in the courtyard, lost in thought.

Though he now had a cheat, his own strength was still too low, and there were also villains trying to kill him.

So he had to improve his strength as quickly as possible and find out who wanted him dead.

He might no longer be the original owner, but the villains who wanted him dead wouldn't know that.

Lu Feng gently touched his injured head, then said helplessly, "Hm, I'd better get a good night's rest first."