[High Martial] [No Female Lead]
Martial arts geniuses cultivate techniques and transplant organs, building a future with money and human lives.
But I was a peerless prodigy, framed by the wealthy, ruined financially, and left with my family destroyed. They tore me apart until all that remained was my skeleton.
Now I've decided to sprinkle their divine weapons, exotic beasts, martial arts techniques, and black technology with thirteen-spice seasoning, making them my next meal on the path to power.
You perfected your Iron Shirt technique. Can it match the hardness of my steel body?
You trained with a fast blade your whole life. Can it match my supersonic bullet fist?
You're the fastest in the world at lightness skills? Why not compare yourself to my light speed?
You have a mech? I'll devour it, transform into a ten-thousand-meter giant, and smash you to pieces with one punch.
You have technology? I only need a pinch of thirteen-spice seasoning, and all your technology will be mine.
You're the world's number one Martial Saint, and everyone submits to you?
That's perfect.
As long as I get a tiny piece of your tissue, even a drop of your urine, I'll become a saint in an instant.
