At 35, I Took the UFC by Storm

[Middle-aged]+ [Reborn]+ [System]+ [No Female Lead]

A middle-aged man wakes from a dream!

[Host]: Hua An

[Age]: 35

[Strength]: 15

[Agility]: 8

[Skills]: Bajiquan Level 3, Kickboxing Level 2...

The day the System attached itself to him, Hua An had just used his phone to photograph proof that his wife was cheating.

"Every bit of effort counts. Every punch levels you up."

He quit his ten-year job as an auxiliary police officer. Sold his house. Took 300,000 in compensation. Then boarded a train to City A alone.

At the Fierce Lion Boxing Gym, Zakhar eyed him up and down with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "You? Trying to make it as an elite fighter?"

Hua An tapped "Confirm Training" on the panel.

Bajiquan and kickboxing successfully fused. Brazilian jiu-jitsu added. Muay Thai knees leveled up to Level 2.

His skills improved, his fists grew harder, and his face got battered, until he started hitting back.

The road to the elite, the middleweight championship.

From UFC pro fights to the official rankings, he fought his way up from the points table.

On the night of the title belt, the whole arena chanted one name:

"Hua An! Hua An!"

He stood in the center of the cage, the championship belt cinched tight around his waist, blood trickling from his brow to the corner of his mouth.

Thirty-five wasn't the end. It was the beginning.