My Sword is Three Zhang Long, Invincible Under Heaven

One point equals 1%, meaning Zhao Cheng only needs 69 Simulation Point to complete the conversion of his swordsmanship.

Since Zhao Cheng practices twice a day, he can add about 2% to his conversion rate.

With diligent practice, it would take him about thirty-five days.

Zhao Cheng calculated that if he used all his future Simulation Point to exchange for proficiency, combined with his own training, he could complete the conversion in about eleven days.

Of course, his swordsmanship will surely improve in the meantime, and it is highly likely he will grind to lv9 in ten days. Although the conversion rate would decrease as a result, he is guaranteed to reach lv8 in reality within eleven days.

Such speed is simply shocking.

However, if he hoards all his Simulation Point to play it safe, he could save up the 300 Simulation Point for Coward's Savior in just seventy-four days.

That is assuming he has no new gains; otherwise, it could be even faster.

Yet, even if Zhao Cheng spends everything on the conversion rate, while the immediate benefits are greater, the long-term gains are higher the sooner he redeems Coward's Savior.

Right now, he practices twice a day with a conversion rate of only 2%, but once his body is reshaped, the conversion rate will absolutely skyrocket.

Just like his Hyper-Dimensional Body in the simulation, because of his extraordinary talent, he went from lv4 to lv7 in a mere moment; there was no such thing as "conversion" at all.

That is the benefit of talent.

Whether to choose immediate benefits or long-term ones—once this thought crossed Zhao Cheng's mind, he immediately chose the long-term.

He currently has no deep grudges, no six-month pacts, and certainly no mysterious organizations hunting him down. He lives in a peaceful society with no external dangers pressing upon him.

He lacks everything except time.

As for low-probability accidents, if he were to walk out the door and be crushed by a meteorite or hit by a car, if he were truly unlucky to that extent, he would accept it.

Finally, there is the Evolution Point. This point is used to increase one's realm, but since Zhao Cheng's current realm is in the middle of conversion, it can only be used to increase the conversion rate.

Whether to consume one Evolution Point to increase the conversion rate by 20%.

The effect of the Evolution Point seems quite fierce, but considering that his so-called conversion only increases by 6%, it is understandable.

Zhao Cheng pondered for a moment and felt the cost-effectiveness was not high.

Cultivation in this world is ultimately about establishing oneself through swordsmanship and improving one's realm through swordsmanship; that is the right path. If one points their way to a higher realm directly without improving their swordsmanship, it is twice the effort for half the result. Conversely, if the swordsmanship improves, increasing both his five-dimensional attributes and his realm becomes effortless.

Therefore, Zhao Cheng concluded that among the three types of points, Skill Point has the highest cost-effectiveness, and the most effective way to use them is not to add them to his main body, but to directly add them to the skills of his Hyper-Dimensional Body.

After studying the three types of points, Zhao Cheng did not spend them, intending to save them for comparison once his attributes improved in the future.

He will wait until their cost-effectiveness increases before spending them where needed.

Afterward, taking advantage of his refreshed state upon waking, Zhao Cheng directly opened the Heavenly Phoenix Soaring Fist (Blue) (Middle Volume) in the Panel's item bar.

In the instance dungeon, he had only taken a rough look and had not studied it in detail.

A crystallization of extraordinary power from an entire world and civilization, even if it is just a fragment, is naturally not something simple.

Zhao Cheng has no talent for fist techniques. Even though this manual is so useful and the annotations are so detailed—comparable to a master teaching him hand-in-hand—Zhao Cheng was still lost in the clouds upon his first reading.

Fist techniques are not simple things, especially those involving the extraordinary.

Because he could not quite understand it, Zhao Cheng even started to slack off. Looking at the fist technique, he associated it with the Grunt in the Heavenly Phoenix Pavilion, and then with the small boss at Moyun University.

"If I practice the fist technique from that world, won't I turn into a muscle giant too!"

"But then again, the larger the body, the stronger the power it can contain, especially when there is no high-level concentrated energy—big is strong!"

"The power system there clearly leans towards the body, maximizing the body's potential and increasing physical strength. It's not like the swordsmanship of reality, which, while also Refining the Body, leans towards a qualitative change on the spiritual level, and eventually, the primordial spirit becoming a sword to kill enemies from a thousand paces away."

"However, although it leans towards the spirit, the bodies of those sword masters are also terrifyingly strong. Every sword master is sturdy; they just aren't as exaggerated as three meters tall."

Thoughts flew through Zhao Cheng's mind.

"But thinking about it carefully, becoming like that is also quite cool!"

"Once I cultivate the Qi from the dungeon to maximize my physical body, and then combine it with the ultimate spirit cultivated by reality's swordsmanship—with my height of over three meters and a three-meter-long greatsword, who in heaven or earth could take a single strike from me?!"

"Confucius could lift a city gate with one hand; I could lift two!"

Zhao Cheng's thoughts drifted further and further away.

As for the fact that he has no talent for fist techniques, he had a vague idea about that.

The solution already exists in reality: treat sword techniques as fist techniques.

Since sword techniques can be footwork, movement techniques, or cultivation methods, why can't they be fist techniques?!

As long as his talent in the simulation is stacked high enough, nothing is a problem.

Moreover, he has a huge advantage in the simulation: he is not afraid of death and can try and fail at will. He can practice however he wants, and if he dies, he just starts over.

Just like that, his thoughts drifted for who knows how long before Zhao Cheng's consciousness returned.

Afterward, he looked at the fist technique on the panel with even more enthusiasm.

Don't rush if you can't learn it; just treat it as reading casual books. Get familiar with it slowly. In any case, he has plenty of time, and learning and reading more is never a bad thing.

Just like that, an entire afternoon vanished without him noticing, and the time Zhao Cheng actually spent studying the manual was less than one-fifth of the time he spent letting his imagination run wild.

Thinking about holding a three-meter-long greatsword, killing gods and Buddhas, lifting city gates with one hand and doing squats, or whether you could block a strike that contains thirty punches...

In short, his heart was surging with excitement, and his emotional recovery speed even exceeded that of aimless daydreaming.

"Old Zhao, what are you thinking about? You look so happy!"

At the end of the school day, Zhou Yu nudged Zhao Cheng.

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng didn't react immediately and replied subconsciously, "I was thinking, is a three-foot sword too weak? A real man should use a greatsword. If your sword is three feet long and mine is thirty feet long, you've already lost in terms of Momentum."

Zhou Yu fell into deep thought upon hearing this. After a few seconds, he said, "Theoretically, that's true, but are you sure that's a sword and not a Ship-Slaying Blade?!"

"In reality, where are you going to find a Gundam to pilot?!"