I’m a Master of Martial Arts, and I’m Invincible in Resident Evil

I transmigrated into Resident Evil, but brought with me max-level martial arts and the Tang saber “Xiudong.”

A Tyrant charges at me with a roar. One punch, and I pierce its steel armor. A Tyrant bursts through a wall. I swing my blade backhanded, unleashing a three-zhang wave of killing force that cleaves both wall and body in two.

Wesker sneers that I’m just a mortal. I sheath my blade and survey the wreckage at my feet. “Who says martial arts can’t slay gods?”

While Umbrella researches the T-virus, my vital energy surges like a dragon and I master the art of holding the elixir.

While Tricell digs up ancient bacteria, I sever a thousand years of causality with one stroke.

When the “Origin Society” awakens an ancient god in Antarctica, I draw my blade atop the ice sheet and face the crystal that blots out the sky, saying just one thing:

“You seek evolution. I’ve been on the path to godhood for a long time.”

From Raccoon City to the Antarctic glaciers, from covert assassinations to pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

Wherever my Tang saber points, all becomes kindling; wherever my fist intent reaches, all becomes a path of refinement.

“Does this world need a savior?”

“No. It only needs one person with a blade, someone who can cut down every last impurity.”