The System Only Arrived After Ten Years in the Martial Arts World

Rumors are always three parts truth and seven parts hearsay.

Some say that one man had no rivals left across the three provinces and called himself the Seeker of Defeat, only to be tapped by an old plaster salesman on a bridge the next day. He was bedridden for three months, and never mentioned seeking defeat again after he got up.

Some say two peerless masters once arranged to duel atop the Drum Tower in the prefectural city. The next day, two rows of official boot prints appeared beneath the tower, stretching from the street all the way to its entrance. Neither master was ever seen again.

And some say that three hundred men once surrounded the entrance to Shaolin Temple. They never made it inside, and everyone who returned had gone mad, repeating only one sentence: "There's an old man sweeping leaves at the gate."

No one can say whether these rumors are true.

But they have nothing whatsoever to do with Tang Hui right now.

At fifteen, he was adopted by the master of the Cai family. On his wedding night, he arrived from another world and awakened a talent for martial arts on the spot. From then on, his potential for martial training was limitless, but he could never break through the entry level. Over ten years, he wore out two copies of his cultivation manual, sought guidance from three old boxing masters, and watched his qi dissipate as soon as it reached his chest. He never even made it to the Ninth Rank.

On the night of the old master's eightieth birthday, the board in his mind lit up.

Was it a scheme, a stroke of fortune, or had the thing he had waited ten years for finally arrived?

He couldn't be bothered to figure it out. He just wanted to use this power to take a good look around the martial world.

Ten years of dreaming, now his blade is drawn. Bound by nothing, his martial path knows no bounds.