[Male-oriented power fantasy + imperial examination rivalry + innate strength + high intelligence + extreme contrast + showing off and face-slapping + alternate history]
Zhao Meng, a top all-around genius in his previous life, wakes up reborn in the fictional Great Jing dynasty as the foolish son of a hunter: nine feet tall, burly, and born into a famine-stricken year.
It’s hellish difficulty from the start. His family is so poor they can’t even afford tree bark to eat.
But here’s the thing: Zhao Meng not only has overwhelming intelligence, this body is also naturally powerful, with the vitality of a dragon!
Hungry? He heads into the mountains and punches a thousand-jin tiger to death, leaving the whole village dumbfounded.
No money? He puts down a poem that astounds the world, and wealthy merchants compete to buy it for a fortune.
Everyone thinks this brute, who looks like the Black Whirlwind Li Kui, is a bloodthirsty killer, until he puts on a scholar’s robe and walks into the imperial examination hall.
County-examiner: “You’ve disgraced all that is learned and refined... Wait, this magnificent essay was written by that brute?”
Prefectural examiner: “This young man has the talent to assist a king, but he looks like the living King of Hell!”
At court, an arrogant envoy from an enemy kingdom throws his weight around, and not one of the ministers dares to speak.
Zhao Meng silently tears open his official robe, revealing knotted muscles, and lifts a thousand-jin bronze cauldron with one hand. “Confucius said, ‘Since you have come, make yourselves at home.’ That means you’ve come, so you can all be buried here. Who’s for it, and who’s against it?”
The assembled ministers tremble: He’s untouchable. Absolutely untouchable!
Early on, he shows off his brains in the examinations. Later, when the realm descends into chaos, Zhao Meng tosses aside his brush and takes up his crescent-bladed halberd.
“I’m done pretending. Compared to writing essays, I’m much better at persuading people with force!”