Punch! Realm +1! Realm +1! Realm +1!

Evening, Building 7, East District.

Dormitory 302, a four-person room.

Ye Xiao pushed the door open and stepped inside, where three people were chatting.

The conversation ceased the moment they saw him.

A boy with Yellow Hair sneered, "Yo, isn't this the special admission student from our class? An E-rank Martialist. I've heard so much about you."

Another boy wearing glasses didn't speak; he simply kept his head down, staring at his phone and pretending he hadn't seen him.

The last one, a simple and honest-looking fatty, took the initiative to walk forward and extended his right hand toward Ye Xiao.

"Hello, my name is Wang Hou!"

"Everyone likes to call me Fatty Wang; you can call me that too."

Ye Xiao nodded. "Ye Xiao."

Fatty Wang smiled comfortingly. "I know about you. Your situation... I've heard. Don't take it to heart; awakening rank doesn't represent everything."

The boy with Yellow Hair laughed loudly. "Fatty Wang, why are you comforting him? An E-rank Martialist—his life is pretty much set in stone."

"Even though our class is just an ordinary one, you have to realize that anyone who can get into Jiang University is already one in ten thousand, a top-tier talent among their peers. Anyone in this room could beat him to a pulp."

"And Ye Xiao has no grades, was admitted via special status, and awakened the lowest E-rank talent. A person like this is only fit for a training academy; he might as well be sent to the front lines as a grunt."

"Who doesn't know? Martialist is a recognized trash profession, cannon fodder on the battlefield! Mages can summon wind and rain, Sword-types can control blades from a thousand miles away, and Summoners can command creatures from other worlds. But Martialists? They're nothing!"

The dormitory was deathly quiet.

Fatty Wang wanted to say something but held back, feeling that Yellow Hair had gone too far.

At this moment, the boy with glasses finally spoke up.

"Martialists have three cardinal sins. I wonder if you gentlemen have heard of them?"

The three of them were drawn to him.

Ye Xiao was also looking at the boy with glasses, curious to hear what these three sins of the Martialist were.

"Slow cultivation! Few methods! Low ceiling!"

"First, Martialists can only rely on day-after-day tempering of the flesh, so their cultivation efficiency is far inferior to other professions. While others fly a thousand miles in a day, a Martialist is still sweating while running on the ground."

"Second, while others have long-range attacks, mental control, elemental bursts, and massive summons, Martialists can only engage in close-quarters combat. In a real war against a Demonic Beast, they can only serve as filler on the battlefield."

"Third, history records that the highest realm a Martialist can reach is merely serving as a bodyguard for an Extraordinary. No one has ever attained the Dao through this path. Truly powerful Extraordinaries are all beings who can command the elements and wield divine powers; there isn't a single Martialist among them."

"In summary, I advise this new classmate to stop practicing martial arts and go home to find a real job."

Although the words of the boy with glasses were harsh, they addressed a very realistic problem.

Based on the memories of this body's previous owner, Ye Xiao understood that the essence of this high-martial world was "might makes right."

It formed a pyramid-shaped social structure.

The top: Extraordinaries with powerful professions who hold absolute power and resources.

The middle: The descendants, subordinates, and disciples of various Extraordinaries who manage specific affairs.

The bottom: Ordinary people and low-level Martialists who are viewed as "consumables."

Ye Xiao's foster father was a professional Martialist.

Therefore, becoming a Demon-Hunting Warrior and appearing on the front lines of the battle against a Demonic Beast seemed to be the only way out for a Martialist.

It was also the only respectable way out.

Yellow Hair laughed, "I'm hungry. Shall we all go out to eat?"

The boy with glasses nodded.

Fatty Wang looked at Ye Xiao. "Ye Xiao, want to come with us?"

Before Ye Xiao could answer, Yellow Hair interrupted. "Fatty Wang, we aren't close with this guy. Why are you calling him?"

"You'd better not get too close to people like this, or you'll catch his bad luck!"

Fatty Wang looked embarrassed, caught in a difficult position.

Ye Xiao offered a way out. "Fatty Wang, I'm not hungry. You go ahead and eat with them."

Fatty Wang nodded.

"Well, alright then. Let's exchange contact information. If you get hungry, send me a message and I'll bring you something."

The two exchanged contact details.

Ye Xiao, having transmigrated here, could finally count his first friend in this world.

As Yellow Hair passed by Ye Xiao's side.

He said, "Ye Xiao, everyone is betting that you'll be expelled within a month at most."

"But I'm betting it won't even take you half a month!"

"Don't you dare make me lose!"

Ye Xiao glanced at Yellow Hair.

He didn't speak.

He walked to his bed and began to pack his things.

Late at night.

The rooftop of the dormitory building.

Two in the morning.

The entire dormitory building had fallen silent.

Ye Xiao pushed open the door to the rooftop and walked onto the empty concrete floor.

Above him, the city's night sky was stained a dark red by neon lights.

In the distance, the lights of the Martial Arts Tower were still flickering.

He took a deep breath.

He raised his fist.

Then, he smashed it fiercely into the air in front of him.

Bang--!

The fist struck the air, emitting a dull sound of wind being torn apart.

It hurt.

His hand bones felt as if they were about to crack.

But this feeling.

It was exhilarating!

But the next second--

Thump.

A dull sound, like an ancient war drum, echoed in his mind.

The sound pierced his soul, making his entire body tremble.

Then, he saw it.

He saw a faint, almost imperceptible golden light flash across his fist before vanishing.

And the strength within his body had increased to a certain degree!

[Ding!]

[You have completed one punch, the force of this punch was: 35%!]

[Obtained 1 Martial Arts Point!]

[Your realm has improved!]

[Current Realm: Mud Embryo Realm, Second Layer!]

Seeing this scene.

A smile curled at the corners of Ye Xiao's mouth.

At the same time, he realized one thing:

As long as he threw a punch, he could become stronger!

"No cultivation resources? The worst E-grade talent Martialist? I can't make it?"

"Wait until I have practiced a million punches!"

"Whether you are a god in the heavens or a demon on the earth, I will suppress and kill you all with a single punch!"

Ye Xiao stood where he was.

He looked at his own fist.

That fist was still trembling slightly--not because of the pain, but because of...

Excitement and thrill!

He raised his head and looked at the Martial Arts Tower in the distance.

That building, the tallest in the city, housed the strongest Martialist in Jiang City.

It also held the secret to his foster father's death!

The corners of his mouth slowly curled into an arc.

His foster father's voice echoed in his mind.

"Xiao'er, live on, and live like a real man!"

Ye Xiao clenched his fists, his eyes flickering with the fiery light of intense fighting spirit!

"Very well! Father!"

"If everyone looks down on me, Ye Xiao, then I will insist on living like a real man!"

Not only to avenge his foster father.

But also to prove himself.

Before transmigrating, Ye Xiao had lived in a daze, achieving nothing, feeling deeply powerless yet unable to do a single thing.

But now, it was different.

He possessed the opportunity to change the fate of his life!

He would, right here.

Prove the value of his existence!

Ye Xiao raised his fist again, putting his full strength into a strike before him.

The wind howled, a sonic boom erupted, sweeping across the entire rooftop!

BANG—!

System notifications rang incessantly in his ears.

[Your realm has improved!]
[Your realm has improved!]
[Your realm has improved!]