Wasteland: While Others Mutate, I Master Extreme Martial Arts

In the 200th year of the Wasteland Era, giant beasts run rampant, plutocrats monopolize gene serums, and ordinary people are reduced to cannon fodder and prey.

Su Ye, a low-ranking civilian, is forcibly drafted as a grunt in a death squad. He expects to die, but instead awakens the [Ultimate Martial Arts Panel]!

Kill a radiation rat: Vitality +1! Kill a berserk ghoul: Vitality +10!

Vitality can be spent to strengthen the body without limit and develop martial arts without end.

“You spend one thousand Vitality to evolve the basic military fist into [Great Wilderness Dragon-Subduing Fist]!”

“You spend ten thousand Vitality to evolve the standard saber technique into [Tyrant Thunder Battleship-Splitting Saber Art]!”

Gene warrior: “My body was enhanced with an S-grade serum. I can take heavy machine-gun fire head-on!”

Su Ye punches through his power armor and crushes his heart. “Is that so? How about a taste of my Eight Extremes Collapse, boosted by one million Vitality?”

Mutant beast king: “I am the tyrant of the wasteland! My scales are impervious to blades and bullets!”

Su Ye silently draws the battle-scarred alloy blade from his back. Lightning coils around it, and one slash splits the sky.

From cannon-fodder grunt to supreme commander of humanity, Su Ye believes in one truth: no matter how big the caliber, it can't beat my fists!