Luo Heng transmigrated!
And he brought along a game System he made himself.
From then on, all martial arts lead to the same path: add points!
Gong Baosen: “Mr. Luo, if the northern and southern martial arts worlds are to be unified, we need young men like you to step forward!”
Ip Man: “Master Luo, people may be better or worse, but there are no superior or inferior styles of boxing. I may have lost, but I don't think Wing Chun is inferior to Baji Quan!”
Yi Xiantian: “The rules of my junior brother Luo Heng work everywhere!”
The Second Miss of the Gong Family: “Mr. Luo, better to keep striving forward than to stop and linger...”
Luo Heng: “That's a fancy way of saying don't stop, isn't it? Don't worry, your husband has plenty of stamina!”
Wang Jiazhi: “We're going to do something important, but I don't have any experience...”
“Master Luo has plenty of experience. If I teach you, though, the process might not be very polite...”
As he learned more and more, Luo Heng gradually discovered that, aside from the martial artists, another group of people was hiding in this world...
He had once seen an old beggar with his own eyes on the streets of the Demon Capital:
“Little friend, I can tell you're exceptionally talented. The task of maintaining world peace is yours...”
