I Practice Martial Arts in Cyberspace, and My Quality Fluctuates with the Wind

In 2277, spiritual energy recovery collided with cyber ascension. Giant companies have monopolized the aura filter, the poor rely on scavenging for synthetic gas, and the rich have implanted fairy bone chips to enjoy themselves in the cloud. Martial arts has become the private code of chaebols, hackers are called "sky stealers", and martial arts masters have become legends. Shen Ye, the most unscrupulous black doctor in Xiacheng District, helps gangsters get second-hand prosthetics and takes away their mechanical kidneys on a daily basis. Until one day, he dug out an antique USB flash drive from the mouth of a beggar who froze to death on the street. It contains the lost "Pure Yang Manual" and a wisp of martial sage's true energy. Others practice martial arts by paying krypton gold to buy filters, but he practices martial arts by accumulating merit by being scolded. Others rely on prosthetic overload in fights, while he relies on physical overpowering in real energy fights. The chaebol young master: "A low-level person like you is worthy of touching me?" Shen Ye smashed the young master's titanium alloy dog head with one punch and took away his high-end memory chip: "I'm sorry, I not only touched you, but also touched you. Oops, this chip can be sold for 80,000 credits. This is a huge profit!" This is the story of a black doctor with extremely poor quality and shady tricks, who brought a bunch of defective products with him and used the most primitive Qi to press the high-ranking cyber god to the ground and rub it.