The Martial Sky: Max-Level Brothers Who Are All Big Shots from the Start

The day Zheng Weicong was born, violet clouds stretched three thousand li east from Mount Wudang, the bronze bell at Shaolin rang eighty-one times of its own accord, and every sword in Dugu Qiubai's sword mound fell silent. At five, he watched Zhang Sanfeng demonstrate Tai Chi and shook his head. “Grandpa Zhang, your force is wrong in the third move.” At eight, he wandered through Shaolin's Sutra Library as if it were his own backyard. The seventy-two supreme techniques? Oh, he learned them after one look. At ten, he created his own Heavenly Dao Martial Canon, then decided life was as lonely as snow. Until he met: Yi Hui, a pathological narcissist and master thief: “I steal for the art of it. I'm with you because I want to live!” Ma Chao, a strategist who concocts poisons using chemical equations: “By my calculations, your palm technique has a thermal efficiency of just 18 percent.” A De, a simpleton who pets tigers like cats: “Big Brother, did I use too much force again?” As the “Science Cult” invades the martial-arts world with quantum mechanics and chemical formulas, and the transmigrator Huangfu Wuji tries to explain everything through physics, Zheng Weicong yawns for the ninth time that day. “Listen,” he says, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he faces a dense army of a hundred thousand and a quantum force field. “Come at me all at once. I need to get back in time for the beggar's chicken Huang Rong made.” And so, that day, the martial world witnesses him punch through scientific armor, inhale a cloud of chemical poison, step across quantum entanglement, and make genetically engineered venomous insects rebel with a single glance. This is the story of a max-level powerhouse and his three eccentric brothers, saving the world while beautiful women chase after him from every direction, bouncing between heart-pounding action and side-splitting comedy.