My Martial Arts Depends Entirely on My Own Points.

In this cruel galaxy ravaged by alien evil gods, power is the only truth. Li Feng didn't believe in fate or cultivate emotions, he only believed in the hardness of his fist and the cold numbers on the system panel. [Strength +1] [Agility +1] [Physique +1]... [Skill "Starburst Fist" → Completed]! Kill enemies and you will become stronger! Simple, direct and efficient! Academy genius? Explode with one punch! Interstellar aliens? Tear it apart and devour it! Boss? Swallow it down to the dregs! From the bottom of the planet to the top scorer in the interstellar college entrance examination, from the freshman in the military academy to the boss who makes the star sea tremble. He doesn't care about the survival of mankind, he only cares about where to harvest the next attribute points. This is an absolute egoist's interstellar martial arts journey, a dark storm that only adds points! All living beings are firewood, but I burn the sea of ​​stars.