High Martial: I Went All In on My Twisted Training and Became a Muscle Beast

Transmigrated to a high-martial-arts world with mediocre talent? No problem, I've got the Point-Allocation System!

Other people rely on insight to master martial arts. I just dump points into them. I maxed out basic boxing and smashed through the armor of a Tier Three beast with one punch. Just awakened a lightning ability? I poured in points until it was full, and purple lightning coiled around my arm, roasting a Tier Five beast!

While others train their qi to break through their meridians, I lift a barbell and spend points. While others comprehend sword intent, I pump iron until my muscles can withstand energy cannons!

Other people who transmigrate to high-martial-arts worlds either comprehend supreme sword intent or awaken spatial abilities.

I put points into Thunderclap Fist, wreathing my punches in purple lightning and splitting mountains in two. My muscles are tougher than alloy armor, and my friends call me a “human tank.”

At first, I only wanted to make a living with martial arts. But the more points I poured in, the more my lightning ability blasted through the continent's barrier, and my muscles endured the bites of interstellar beasts.

And now, I've gone from a laughingstock called “Muscle Freak” to fighting on the battlefield among the stars. What can I say?

I fought my way through beast hordes from a remote border town, then charged beyond the stars through rifts in space. Who says a musclebound man can only soak up damage?

I'll use my insane point allocation to punch through barriers, shatter the starry sky with lightning, and pound the title of “King of the Stars” into the head of the entire universe!