When the data flow of "Qiming No. 3" Hit Ye Xiao's consciousness, he fell into a world where martial arts and weirdness were intertwined. The door panel of the broken martial arts hall could not block the mysterious shadows, and the empty rice vat could not contain hunger. Only the virtual light screen in the palm of his hand was dazzlingly bright.
He relies on data to break down the principles of boxing that others cannot understand into muscle tracks; the weaknesses that cannot be hidden by magic objects are marked on the light screen more clearly than in daylight. Before the ruffian's fist arrived, he had already calculated the dodge angle; as soon as the low-level monster appeared, the attack's blind spot was displayed on the screen.
From the embarrassment of being kicked in, to the stubbornness to let strange things go around, Ye Xiao holds on to this chip from his hometown, and uses millimeter-level precision to find a way out for humans in a strange world——
After all, no matter how mysterious the martial arts, no matter how weird the shadows, in the data flow, they are just codes to be solved.
