The Whole Nation Trains in Martial Arts, but Only My Saiyan Talent Reigns Supreme!

[Urban high martial arts] [Decisive and ruthless] [No heroine] [A world teeming with races] [Fast-paced] [Congratulations, Host, you've obtained an SSR-grade martial arts talent: Saiyan bloodline!] [Your talent's unusual appearance has been hidden. You can choose to display it whenever you like.] [Bloodline Talent: Lv. 1, Unyielding Warrior. Each time you recover from a serious injury, your combat power increases significantly!] [Passive Talent: Lv. 1, Extreme Recovery. Restores 1% of your HP every second.] "Ning Chuan, you've lost all your cultivation. You're no match for my boyfriend, so just forfeit the replacement match... What, you took him out with one punch?!" "Ning Chuan, the school team's captain and vice-captain want to talk to you. Don't let your temper get the better of you. You're only a first-rank martial artist, you can't beat them... What, you actually took them both on and pummeled them into the ground?!" "Ning Chuan, this is an S-rank technique passed down through my family. I've practiced for over a decade and only just reached the minor mastery stage. My elders all say I'm the most talented cultivator in decades. I can teach you if you want... What? You reached perfection in five minutes?!" "Ning Chuan, why did you put the top school among the six major academies as your first choice? Didn't your teacher tell you to stay humble, patient, and grounded?... You've already been guaranteed admission to a combined bachelor's, master's, and doctorate program?!" In a high martial arts world, countless races vie for power. With billions of foreign prodigies standing in their way, where can humanity find hope? Ning Chuan, bearer of the Super Saiyan bloodline, chuckled. "Being a genius is merely the price of admission to meet me!" "I alone am the Super Saiyan God,