High Martial Arts World

February 3rd, Magic City, Beiding District.

"Hiss~ that stings."

Feeling soreness throughout his entire body, Lu Hao slowly opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.

He was sitting cross-legged, half-naked, in a clean room, with quite a few wounds on his body still oozing blood.

Where was he?

He had clearly just gone to sleep normally, so how did he wake up covered in blood?

Could he have been kidnapped for human experimentation?

Wait.

Lu Hao suddenly smiled; he had thought of something.

He must be dreaming; it was just that this dream felt a bit too realistic.

So, Lu Hao raised his hand and pinched his thigh, twisting it one hundred and eighty degrees.

Ten seconds passed, and Lu Hao confirmed one answer: this was not a dream.

It hurt too much; he had never felt such pain before.

This sensation of pain was far too real!

It hurt so much.

Lu Hao rubbed his thigh; this only added insult to injury for his already wounded body.

Was he in a secret room, self-mutilating?

Even self-mutilation wouldn't be like this, with blood seeping out from his body.

Could it be suicide by poison?

That didn't seem like it either.

This situation was so complex that even if Conan came, it would take a hundred episodes to solve.

Just as Lu Hao was thinking about what to do, he felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

He couldn't sleep, he absolutely could not sleep.

If he fell asleep, he might never wake up again.

Lu Hao warned himself that he must not fall asleep; if he did, he would be heading straight to heaven.

With a ruthless heart and gritted teeth, Lu Hao pinched his thigh another one hundred and eighty degrees.

But it was to no avail; this drowsiness felt like it was coming from his very soul, impossible to resist, and he couldn't stay awake.

Soon, Lu Hao drifted off to sleep.

Before falling asleep, he still maintained the posture of his right hand pinching his thigh.

Lu Hao felt as if he had returned to his mother's womb during his infancy.

Safe, warm, and comfortable.

Isolated from all the chaos and clamor of the outside world, there was only endless peace and tranquility.

In the midst of the chaos, Lu Hao felt something approach and merge into his body.

Just then, a sequence of memories flooded in—memories belonging to another Lu Hao who shared his name.

Lu Hao watched the life of this "Lu Hao" as if watching a movie, his own emotions becoming infected by the experience.

Time held no meaning in the chaos, and he didn't know how much time had passed.

The chaos slowly faded, and the soreness returned once more.

Lu Hao opened his eyes, returning to that familiar yet strange training room. Following the memories, he took a jade bottle from the storage cabinet nearby.

He poured out a medicinal pill and swallowed it directly. The pill carried the fragrance of Chinese herbs, and after swallowing it, he felt energy radiating from his abdomen, repairing the wounds on his body.

He also felt a tingling sensation; the blood was visibly no longer flowing out, and the wounds began to scab over.

Looking at the remarkable effect of the pill, Lu Hao was still amazed despite having known about it previously, yet he also felt anxious about this future.

According to the memories, martial artists existed here, and there were various martial arts universities. The closest one was Magic City Martial Arts University, and the original owner's older brother was a student at this very institution.

At the same time, martial artists were revered by countless people, the unit for a martial artist's vitality was called "cal," and the Minister of Education was Zhang Tao, a Grandmaster martial artist.

Recalling this, any experienced bookworm would already know where this was.

High martial arts, vitality, cal, Magic City Martial Arts University, Zhang Tao.

When these were combined, it was the "subway, old man, mobile phone" meme.

This was the world of the famous Global Martial Arts.

It was also a world that no transmigrator wanted to come to—a world where the Three Realms were a giant chessboard, everyone was being raised like insects, and the world would end in less than four years.

Back when I read the novel, it felt incredibly satisfying; I only felt the timeline was too short, but it was a fun read, and I didn't have any deep feelings about it.

Only after truly arriving in this world did I feel the despair. A final battle in just over three years—not everyone is named Fang Ping, capable of reaching Rank 3 in a year and Rank 9 in three.

What a screwed-up world!

Lu Hao was just a background character in the original work; if not for his transmigration, he might have already died from a forced second bone-honing.

Three years. There are only three years left.

Should I just hide away and wait for Fang Ping to settle everything?

The ending was good, but that was based on the original circumstances. Now that Lu Hao is here, what if there's a butterfly effect? What if Fang Ping fails to grow as he should?

Relying on others is unreliable; I can only rely on myself.

Lu Hao thought about how to handle the future while recovering from his injuries.

In his past life, he was just a cog in the machine struggling at the bottom of society, the kind of person who could die in his sleep without anyone noticing.

And now, he had failed a forced second bone-honing, which meant his martial arts talent wasn't exactly top-tier. Failing a second bone-honing wasn't a huge deal, though; as long as there were resources, he could still cultivate his way up.

His family background was much better than Fang Ping's. It could be called a martial artist family, and the help they could provide to Lu Hao was not insignificant.

Lu Hao's father, Lu Jingxuan, was a Grandmaster powerhouse who was always working away from home, rarely seen even once or twice a year. The original owner didn't even know exactly what his father was doing.

But now, Lu Hao had his guesses; he was likely guarding some Catacomb, which was why he could only return once or twice a year.

As for Lu Hao's mother, she was a Rank 5 martial artist and the director of the Beiding District Investigation Bureau, the law enforcement agency specifically tasked with dealing with martial artists.

Lu Hao had grown up with his mother's company, and since he rarely saw his father, the original owner had held quite a bit of resentment toward him.

But the current Lu Hao felt no such resentment. His father was a Grandmaster guarding the Catacombs for the sake of humanity; that was what a Grandmaster was.

If the flaw of the Global Martial Arts world was its short timeline, its strength was its values and beliefs.

The strong protect the weak; the Apex powerhouses guard the sea mountains for centuries, preferring to die standing rather than live on their knees.

The martial arts world here could be said to be the warmest and most peaceful of all worlds. There was no backstabbing or scheming; while there were minor flaws, they didn't obscure the overall brilliance.

Under the leadership of Zhang Tao, the ethos of the martial arts world was excellent, united against external threats, giving one a sense of home.

Zhang Tao embraced everyone who fought for humanity. It was precisely because of Zhang Tao that the current prosperous martial arts world existed—a martial arts world that felt "human."

Human Emperor Zhang Tao, the leader of the human race—that title wasn't just for show.

As for Lu Hao's older brother, Lu Tianbai, he had already sacrificed himself. Last September, the school claimed he was killed by cultist martial artists while breaking through to Rank 3, and his mother maintained this story.

But now, Lu Hao understood. It wasn't any cult; his brother had likely entered the Catacombs upon reaching Rank 3 and unfortunately died after encountering enemies there.

The reason the original owner had been so desperate to force a second bone-honing was because of his brother's sacrifice; his brother had been a little genius who achieved a second bone-honing.

Although the school and his mother gave the same explanation, the original owner had sensed that something was wrong.

That was why the original owner wanted to achieve a second bone-honing, get into Magic Martial University, and find out how his brother had really died. He had overestimated himself, leading to ruptured meridians and his death.

After absorbing the original owner's memories, Lu Hao felt a deep connection to his sacrificed brother.

In the future, he too would step onto this path of resisting the Catacombs, and when the time came, he would pacify the Magic City Catacombs and avenge his brother.