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In the eighteenth year after traveling through the world of Gaowu, Zheng Zhi fell into the lowest point in his life. His parents died young and he was living under someone else's roof. He failed the college entrance examination and the threshold for martial arts university was like a natural chasm. Tuition fees for private universities are high, and borrowing a "military loan" is the door to hell. If the money is not paid, all organs will be mortgaged. Desperate, Zheng Zhi was deceived into a dead end by a pyramid scheme organization using the university's "special recruitment" quota. In a desperate situation, a mysterious bracelet quietly appeared on Zheng Zhi's wrist. [Restricted parts: right hand] [Removal progress: 20%...50%...99%] [Restrictions lifted. ] Since then, Zheng Zhi's right fist has exceeded the limit of human strength. One punch, breaking the deadlock. One punch, blasting the way out. One punch, destroying all obstacles in the world. Just as Zheng Zhi was invincible on the road to martial arts, he slowly discovered that he had more than one limitation. Physical limitations, sensory limitations, mental limitations... But what Zheng Zhi didn't realize was that as he became stronger, he seemed to disrupt the original pattern of the world, destroying the monopoly and hegemony created by those who claimed to be the pinnacle of martial arts. Facing the ultimate malice in this world, Zheng Zhi said coldly: "Everyone wants me to die, but you should have died long ago." "All restrictions, lifted!"

I don't know since when, the world has turned into a ranking competition. The participants are all humans, and the organizers and viewers are the gods above humans. The higher the ranking score, the easier it is to win the favor of the gods and get anything you want, including becoming a god. "Mr. Yin Feng, there are rumors that you are close to the status of a god? I'm afraid your ranking points are already in the tens of thousands, right?" "Don't make trouble... Although I am very close to a god, being extremely close to a god is still a bit exaggerated." "Then what god are you close to?" "Well, what? I can't talk about God, but everyone calls me... God." "... Maybe they were wrong, you are crazy." The reporter sighed and left the table helplessly, leaving Yin Feng alone, sitting on the leather sofa with a playful smile. Become a god? It was so boring that Yin Feng wanted to reverse the roles and let the gods play a ranking match, while he shook his glass and looked down at everything. "Lost god, please don't drop the little pearl."