Transmigrating into a Martial Arts World, I Can Simplify and Modify Techniques

Young man, I can tell from your remarkable bones that you're a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy. I have a secret manual here. It's not ninety-nine, not eight hundred and eighty-eight. For just one hundred and eighty-eight, you can take it home, and I guarantee you'll become a grandmaster of martial arts.

The young Gu Feng's eyes were clear and foolish. At that age, when his adolescent fantasies were burning bright, what boy didn't dream of becoming a peerless master?

Gu Feng was no exception. After the old man talked him into it, he paid without a second thought, handing over all the lucky money he'd planned to spend on toys.

The two of them left with smiles on their faces.

To this day, he still can't forget the beating he got from both his parents when he came home.

But that couldn't stop him from dreaming of becoming a peerless master, so he secretly practiced the so-called secret manual every day.

He could already picture himself roaming the martial world in style, with a crowd of underlings following behind him.

But in the end, two whacks from his mother shattered his dreams of roaming the martial world.

Then the day came that changed everything. He was heading home from work as usual.

As he listened to music through his headphones, shutting out the world's troubles, a sudden scream from the crowd made Gu Feng look up without thinking.

What appeared before his eyes was an anime-style intersection. No, a pink dump truck! Before Gu Feng could even curse, he lost consciousness.