In the vast, mysterious expanse of space, a miniature spaceship traveled alone between star systems like a lost star.
Wumu, a young man dressed in a plain martial arts uniform, sat quietly in the ship's training room, surrounded by a training environment constructed with virtual technology.
"Activate Bajiquan training mode." Wumu's voice was calm yet powerful. At his command, the entire training room's scenery changed instantly, and a virtual opponent appeared.
Wumu slowly rose to his feet, his eyes locked firmly on the virtual enemy. Then his body erupted with astonishing speed and strength.
Every punch and kick came with the howl of rushing wind, displaying the essence of Bajiquan to its fullest in his hands.
The sound of fists cutting through the air echoed through the training room. Wumu seemed to be in a space isolated from the world, with only him and his virtual opponent battling fiercely in this boundless virtual world.
After a stretch of training ended, Wumu was drenched in sweat. He stood quietly where he was, slowly steadying his breathing.
"Next, Tai Chi."
He spoke softly, and the training environment changed again, presenting an even stronger virtual opponent before him.
Unlike the ferocity of Bajiquan, Tai Chi emphasized the union of softness and force, with movement and stillness in harmony.
Wumu's every movement was fluid yet powerful, every form and stance conveying a sense of beauty.
As his training deepened, he could feel the ki within his body gradually growing stronger, and his breathing seemed to fall into step with the rhythm of the universe.
Between training sessions, Wumu did not neglect to explore the ship's mysteries. Though small, the ship was equipped with an advanced artificial intelligence system capable of automatic navigation, allowing Wumu to devote more time and energy to cultivation.
He often communicated with the ship's artificial intelligence, learning about the universe and broadening his horizons.
After finishing his training one day, Wumu returned to the observation window and quietly gazed out at the sea of stars.
He knew his journey had only just begun, and the real challenges still awaited him far ahead.
But his heart was full of confidence and anticipation, for he firmly believed that as long as he cultivated without ceasing, he would one day reach the pinnacle of martial arts, explore the depths of the universe, and find his own path.
"Display the current star map."
Wumu's voice rang out in the control room. An enormous star map immediately unfolded before him, every star system and every planet clearly visible.
Wumu's gaze roamed over the star map as he searched for traces of Turles.
Finding one person in this boundless universe was like fishing a needle out of the sea, but Wumu had no intention of backing down, for he knew this was his only chance, the key to a leap in his strength.
"Turles, when I find you, it'll be a new beginning for me."
Wumu spoke under his breath, a resolute light flashing in his eyes.
The ship continued traveling through the universe, flying toward the unknown distance and leaving a trail like starlight behind it.
Time passed slowly in the universe, and Wumu's cultivation never ceased.
Whether advancing his Bajiquan, deepening his understanding of Tai Chi, or improving his hidden force, he constantly pushed past his own limits.
Amid this sea of stars, Wumu's spirit grew more resilient, and his martial path slowly unfolded in the boundless universe.
During his long journey between the stars, Wumu finally discovered an inhabited planet-it was called "Carlos."
Planet Carlos's surface was covered in dense forests and broad rivers, with a mild climate suitable for human habitation.
The planet had abundant natural resources and a sparse population, but a trace of life could still be felt.
Wumu decided to stop here to rest, giving himself and his ship a brief chance to catch their breath.
Landing in a small town in a peaceful region, Wumu felt a peace and tranquility he had not known in a long time.
The townspeople wore simple clothes and smiles on their faces. Their leisurely pace of life stood in stark contrast to the turmoil of the universe outside.
Here, Wumu saw no sign of battle or conflict. Everything seemed so harmonious.
Wumu followed a winding path toward the nearest marketplace.
People bustled through the lively marketplace. Vendors hawked all sorts of goods, offering everything from fresh fruits and vegetables to handicrafts.
Still, the dazzling array of goods made his eyes light up.
He easily found the supplies he needed for daily life, while also enjoying simple conversations with the vendors.
In the process, he felt the townspeople's warmth and friendliness.
But Wumu did not want to learn too much about this planet. He only wanted somewhere to rest and replenish his essential supplies.
In a corner of the marketplace, he found a small inn.
Though small, the inn was clean and tidy. Its owner was an amiable middle-aged man who warmly welcomed Wumu when he saw that he was an outsider.
Wumu rented a room and, after briefly washing up, lay down on the bed to rest. Outside the window was a night sky glittering with countless stars, giving Wumu an indescribable sense of peace, and he soon drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Wumu was awakened by a commotion.
He quickly dressed and left his room, only to see a crowd gathered outside the inn, their faces filled with fear and unease.
As it turned out, a band of space pirates had barged into town and were brazenly searching the streets for targets to plunder.
Wumu grumbled inwardly, What a pain. I only wanted some peace and quiet to rest, but instead I ran into this.
However, as he intended to walk away and avoid trouble, several pirates spotted him and blocked his path.
One of them wore a Scouter and scanned Wumu.
"Hahaha, how does this guy only have a power level of five? What a weakling!" The pirates all jeered.
"I thought some powerful traveler had come to this lousy planet, but he's just trash with a power level of five. Hahaha..."
The pirate leader laughed arrogantly.
"Kid, hurry up and hand over whatever valuables you've got. Do you know our power levels? Mine's as high as five thousand five hundred, and even the weakest of them has four thousand. Know what's good for you, and we might let you leave."
Wumu laughed inwardly. During these months of traveling through space, his power level had long since reached twenty-seven thousand. Upon arriving on this planet, he had already suppressed his true power, simply because he did not want to invite needless trouble.
Faced with the pirates' mockery, he merely smiled faintly and thought, Go ahead and laugh for a while.
"Oh? You're all powerful fighters with power levels of four or five thousand? Then I'm truly trembling."
Wumu deliberately put on a frightened look while silently preparing a plan to strike back.
Seeing that Wumu seemed frightened, the pirates grew even more smug and began surrounding him, ready to attack.
Just then, however, Wumu suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, firing a Ki Blast straight at the nearest pirate.
The next moment, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot. Wumu was already behind the pirate leader, landing a punch on his back.
The pirate leader cried out in pain and was sent flying by the sudden force.
The other pirates were shocked at the sight, then quickly reacted and fired Ki Bullets at Wumu.
But Wumu moved like a phantom, weaving among the pirates. Every strike hit a vital point with unerring accuracy, leaving the pirates no time to react.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wumu swiftly subdued a leader. The others, seeing the situation turn against them, all fled.
Wumu did not pursue them, but neither could he simply let them leave. Standing where he was, he gathered ki between his hands.
"Divine Wind...Wave!"
An azure wave of light surged toward the fleeing pirates.
"Aaahhh..."
Not one remained; all were reduced to ashes.