C2 One Hit Kill!!

In the Fence Yard, the courtyard lay empty, bathed only in the soft glow of moonlight.

Gazing at the celestial stars and the full moon, Xu Ming's lips curled into a bitter smile.

The stars above were strikingly familiar, and the moon was identical to the one he knew. Yet, he had no idea how far this world was from Earth. They might share names, but their destinies had diverged.

"Darling, was it you who brought me here?"

Holding the ring, a surge of emotions washed over Xu Ming.

He had perished in his past life, yet here he was, having crossed over into the game. This realization sparked a sudden thought in Xu Ming.

If he could cross into this game world, was it possible to cross back to Earth?

As if in response to his thoughts, the mechanical voice echoed once again.

"The ranks of martial artists on the Martial God Continent are divided into twelve levels: Martial Disciple, Martial Artist, Martial Master, Martial Spirit, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Ancestor, Martial Sovereign, Martial Saint, Martial God, and Sovereign!"

"Once you reach the Sovereign Stage, you'll be able to rip through the fabric of space-time, effortlessly traverse the space-time tunnel, and you could return to Earth!"

Could I really return to Earth?

This revelation reignited a spark of hope in Xu Ming's heart.

"Yes, the Martial God Continent is immeasurably vast, a stark contrast to Earth. This Martial Artist World brims with endless possibilities!"

"If I can ascend to the pinnacle of this world, perhaps there's a chance I can go back!"

Despite his optimism, Xu Ming was acutely aware of the immense challenge that lay ahead.

On the Martial God Continent, there were formidable warriors who could obscure the heavens with a wave of their hand or cleave rivers with a single finger, and immortals who watched the eons pass with a mere smile.

Currently, Xu Ming was merely at Martial Dao Grade Eight.

He sighed, contemplating the vast gulf between worlds and the daunting journey that awaited him.

"Xu Ming, you are now the rightful master of the Martial God Ring. It harbors many secrets yet to be uncovered, and it's up to you to unravel them."

Lost in thought, Xu Ming was brought back to reality by the mechanical voice, which spoke for the last time.

"Don't go, brother, I've still got so many questions for you!"

Xu Ming's mind was brimming with unanswered questions, but no matter how much he called out, the voice did not respond again.

Shaking his head, Xu Ming returned to his room. Having been laid up for several days after Xu Yang's attack, his stomach was now rumbling with hunger.

Rummaging through the kitchen, Xu Ming found a chunk of wild boar meat and unceremoniously tossed it into a pot to cook.

"The soup's ready, and there's a good amount of pork. I wonder how many Gene Points I'll gain from this."

Before long, the savory aroma of the meat wafted through the air. Xu Ming eagerly lifted the pot lid, fished out a hefty piece of fat, and without regard for the heat, began to chew on it voraciously.

"I've only gained 36 Gene Points. It's a shame this wild pork lacks seasoning; it would have been so much more delicious..."

Sipping the rich broth with a look of wistfulness, Xu Ming's eyes sparkled with determination.

"With the ability to alter my genes and continuously evolve my bloodline, I have what it takes to reach the pinnacle!"

On the Martial God Continent, martial arts are a way of life, and nearly everyone practices cultivation. Yet, not everyone can reach the summit.

Only those with a superior Bloodline Level can go further and achieve greater heights. Bloodline is everything!

The higher the Bloodline Level, the quicker the cultivation speed, and the greater the future accomplishments.

For most warriors, their bloodline is set from birth, but Xu Ming is an exception. Thanks to the Gene Evolution System in his Martial God Ring, his bloodline has the potential for ongoing evolution.

Even Xu Yang, who had just roughed up Xu Ming, possessed a mere ordinary Grade Nine Bloodline. Despite having a Grade Nine Bloodline, it took Xu Yang eleven years just to reach Martial Dao Grade Seven, underscoring the critical role of one's bloodline!

"The level of the bloodline is paramount. As my bloodline ascends, my cultivation speed will accelerate, enhancing my potential. I'm on the verge of breaking through to Martial Dao Grade Nine tonight..."

With these thoughts, Xu Ming closed his eyes and began his cultivation. Wisps of Spiritual Energy drifted from around him, seeping into his body, as his presence grew increasingly formidable.

Xu Ming had hit a wall at Martial Dao Grade Nine for several days now. Tonight presented itself as a chance, perhaps a breakthrough was within reach. He felt it strongly.

"Crack crack..."

Suddenly, his body resounded with nine bone-cracking sounds. Xu Ming's aura faltered, then surged upward.

The Spiritual Energy around him whirled into chaos, then dissipated. His aura settled firmly at Martial Dao Grade Nine.

"Hehe, with the Martial God Ring in my possession, reaching the pinnacle is no longer just a dream for me, Xu Ming!"

His fists clenched, hope swelled in Xu Ming's chest. As long as he could survive, evolving into a Martial Sovereign was just a matter of time.

But then, Xu Ming's brow furrowed. His senses, now more acute than ever, detected someone nearing.

And he knew exactly who it was—Xu Yang.

Despite his modest talent, Xu Ming was still the son of the Xu family patriarch. In public, Xu Yang would never dare to kill him, but under the cover of night, it was a different story.

As expected, the door was violently kicked open.

"Little bastard, you're quite the survivor, aren't you? Still alive and cultivating, but this time, I won't give you the chance to live."

The intruder was none other than Xu Yang, flanked by two burly men. Their intent to end Xu Ming's life was clear.

"Xu Yang, perfect timing. You left me injured and bedridden, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. Now, you've come to me, courting death."

Xu Ming rose to his feet, facing the newcomer.

"Oh, kid, you think your father's title shields you? This is the family farm, not the main compound. Killing you and dumping your body in the wilds—no one will trace it back to me."

Indeed, half a year ago during the Xu family disciple assessment, Xu Ming's martial arts aptitude was deemed lacking, and he was relegated to this farm.

The Xu family had no use for the ineffective, regardless of their lineage. Once deemed unworthy, one's fate was to serve the family in the most menial of ways.

Xu Yang, who was not lacking in talent, concocted an excuse to accompany Xu Ming to the farm. It was clear that he had harbored murderous intentions towards Xu Ming for some time.

"I've been thinking the same thing. On a night as dark as this, with the wind howling, it's the perfect time for murder. And after I kill you, no one will know it was me."

Xu Ming simply smiled with indifference.

"Hmph, a stubborn fool to the end!" Xu Yang signaled with his eyes to the two men behind him, and they immediately stepped forward.

"Kid, don't come haunting us after you're dead. We're just here for the money..."

In their eyes, killing Xu Ming was as easy as slaughtering a chicken, since his reputation as a weakling had already spread far and wide throughout Four-direction City. He was merely a Martial Dao Grade Two after all.

The brothers attacked simultaneously from both sides, effectively cutting off Xu Ming's escape. It looked like they were ready to end Xu Ming's life with a mere two punches!

"Bring it on..."

Xu Ming internally roared, his eyes brimming with excitement. Having been in this world for half a year, he had yet to truly test his mettle against the people of this world.

A violent streak ran deep in Xu Ming's bones. Now, facing a Martial Dao Grade Eight warrior, Xu Ming's body trembled slightly with sheer excitement...

Xu Ming lifted his arm, his energy surging. His right arm appeared to swell, his fist shining with a pearly glow. Dodging the man on his right, he threw a punch with reckless abandon.

The Eight Extremes Fist, a technique that could overpower tenfold, was Xu Ming's to command. At Martial Dao Grade Nine, his strength and reflexes were a cut above theirs...

"Thud..."

With a muffled impact, Xu Ming crouched and weaved through the phantoms, landing a punch squarely on the chest of the man to his left.

The thud was followed by a blood-curdling scream.

He was dead in one hit!