Li Jianmu was born with stone bones, making him one of the lowest-ranking laborers in this world of cultivation.
Others could inscribe Heavenly Fire and Violet Lightning into their bones, but he couldn't even carve in the lowest-level Fireball spell.
He thought he'd spend his whole life as livestock in the slums, until he found a book called The Ancient Manual of Physical Labor.
Can't use magic? Then I'll rely on pure physics!
He inscribed a gravitational field into his spine, a recoil explosion into his leg bones, and nuclear fusion into his sternum.
At the tournament, lofty magical prodigies summoned storms and lightning from the sky, seeking to blast him into minced meat.
Li Jianmu grinned innocently, bent his knees, shattered a hundred miles of earth, and broke the sound barrier as he shot into the sky.
“Your spells are flashy, but this punch packs twenty thousand tons of kinetic energy!”
He threw a punch. A mushroom cloud rose, and the gods and Buddhas scattered across the sky were reduced to dust.
Once the fight was over, he dug a storage pouch out of the rubble. “This counts as compensation for a workplace injury. No objections, right?”
