God of Combat, Starting with Grinding Proficiency at the Training Camp

After transmigrating to a parallel world, Lu Ran finds that he has a built-in career System panel... As long as he grinds for experience, he can level up. All he needs to do is say, “Deep Blue, add points”!

Lu Ran plans to quietly grow stronger and wait until he reaches his full potential before making his debut.

But when a witch from the inner world comes knocking for a meal, he can only respond with an angry punch, beating the obnoxious woman to death. From then on, the path to invincibility lies wide open before him.

A witch comes looking for revenge? He’ll beat her until even her own mother won’t recognize her!

Cursed spirits descend, their restrictions lifted. Countless sorcerers break through the world’s barrier, intent on raising all of humanity as livestock. Are martial artists left to huddle together just to survive?

No problem. Lu Ran will take care of it.

High-ranking cursed spirits? Seven Sin sorcerers? One punch each, and he wipes them all out!

At the Cursed River battlefield, a true god descends, intending to destroy the world, erase the countless sins of humanity, and remake it as a peaceful haven?

No worries. If you won’t come to your senses, my fists will knock some sense into you.

“In front of me, Lu Ran, all you thousand-year-old pieces of crap are still just pieces of crap!”

Ahem, now for the proper synopsis:

On the night of the blood moon,

Lu Ran stares coldly down from a helicopter at the ruined city sprawled beneath him, its skyline ablaze. Countless martial artists from the outer world and sorcerers from the inner world fight to the death below, torrents of flesh and metal colliding as martial force and sorcery flare in a thousand colors.

Beneath the hellish glow, everything has descended into primitive chaos and madness.

Lu Ran leaps from the helicopter, like a blazing meteor falling from the sky.

He crashes into the battlefield and looks up at the rusty-red mist of blood swirling around him. A cruel smile curls across his lips.

“This world is sick. It needs to be cured with fists and forged anew in blood.”