Martial Arts Survival System

A grain of rice can crush a whole family. One fist is meant to punch through this cannibalistic world. Lin Wu opened his eyes and saw the last seventeen grains of brown rice at the bottom of the broken clay pot. The Black Dragon Gang's "spring care fee" has to pay 90 pounds, and the county government has just taken away 40% of the tax. If he couldn't hand it over after three days, his legs would be broken and his family would be ruined. In this Daxuan Dynasty where demons are looming and martial arts are respected, the lives of low-level farmers are worthless than grass. He grasped the broken skill "Rang Niu Jin" that his father had sacrificed his life for. In this world where the poor are poor in culture and rich in martial arts, and a blood training pill is worth ten years of food for the whole family, practicing martial arts? That's a man's game. [The martial arts survival system is activated. [Consciousness immersion space: one hour outside, ten hours inside. When Wang Laizi's stick smashed the earthen wall next door, when his uncle knelt down and begged to save five kilograms of rice, when there was no rice in the jar and no salary in the stove—— Lin Wu punched for the ten thousandth time in the gray mist space. Three months later, the Black Jiao Gang besieged the village. The leader of the gang, Zhao Heihu, is a master of the seventh level of martial arts. His fists can break monuments and he is invulnerable to weapons and weapons. He smiled ferociously and trampled on the last door panel of Lin Wu's house: "Little bastard, where's your rice?" Lin Wu stood up from the ruins and dusted his shoulders. Behind him are his younger brothers and sisters who are protected by him. In front of them, there were dozens of gangs in a dark crowd. He slowly raised his right hand. Before the punch was thrown, the wind was already blowing. "The rice is gone." "Do you want life?"