Martial Arts, Leveling Up: Starting as an F-Rank Tank

Long Zifei. He was the weakest, an F-rank adventurer, a “walking target” and “punching bag” in his teammates’ eyes. He was also the senior apprentice of a declining martial arts school, and the last inheritor of traditional Chinese martial arts, Xingyi Fist. His master had vanished, his master's wife was gravely ill, and the school was about to be demolished. His younger siblings depended entirely on him to earn a living by “taking hits” inside the portals. Then came a deadly betrayal. Branded a “sacrifice” to be claimed as spoils, he died on a blood-red altar in a dungeon. At the brink of death, Long Zifei awakened. A sharp-tongued demon god calling himself “Master” moved into his head. “Idiot. All that power, and you're still useless.” “You lecher. Can't take your eyes off an S-rank beauty like Lu Feifei?” “Agility 3, Perception 3. Are you just tickling the monsters? Spend your points! Put them all in!” A rudimentary stats panel unfolded before his eyes: traditional martial arts + stat points = ? When an F-rank tank gained S-rank agility, S-rank perception, S-rank strength... Long Zifei realized that this world didn't seem so scary after all. (Traditional martial arts, urban superpowers, harem, plot-driven, stat allocation, not a gimmick or wild fantasy, transmigrate between two worlds, play the pig to eat the tiger, partially feel-good.)