Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 5 1st Era: Martial Arts Academy Rating, is this freaking 3 years old?
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In the face of Father Lu's firm determination.
Lu Yuan stopped arguing pointlessly and opted to display his prowess through raw power.
He balled his hand into a tight fist, thrusting it ahead with the speed of a thunderbolt.
"Crack!"
A savage gale roared, while bolts of lightning flickered into existence in the empty space.
An overwhelming force permeated the air, making Father Lu shudder in terror, almost collapsing onto the floor!
The ultimate level of the Wind and Thunder Fist.
Fist Intent: Wind and Thunder!
Yet this marked merely the start.
Following that.
Lu Yuan performed over a dozen flawless martial arts moves right before his inexpensive father.
Wind Thunder Leg, Thunderbolt Palm, Iron Cloth Shirt, Eagle Claw Skill...
Each technique had achieved its zenith, attaining the Transformation Realm!
"Over a dozen martial realms? How in the world did Xiaoyuan manage this?"
Father Lu remained rooted like a stone figure, rendered speechless by shock for quite some time.
Mental Realm.
It signifies the hallmark of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Not every Grandmaster inevitably grasps the Mental Realm.
However, anyone who does will undoubtedly ascend to Grandmaster status in due course!
Within the Martial Arts Realm, one should understand.
Plenty of veteran Grandmasters, dedicating their whole lives to practice, might fail to grasp even one Mental Realm.
Yet Lu Yuan unleashed more than a dozen in a single go.
What sort of genius is this?
Confronted by undeniable might.
The inexpensive father yielded, ultimately consenting to Lu Yuan's suggestion.
The following morning.
Lu Yuan headed out solo, straight to the Martial Arts Association.
In literature, no first exists; in martial arts, no second prevails.
Various tiers of martial arts halls exist.
They classify into low, intermediate, high, and Tao halls.
The elevated the hall's status, the superior its position.
And the greater the yearly funding it secures from the Martial Arts Association.
Should it linger at the bottom for three years straight, disqualification follows.
Except for halls housing a Grandmaster.
After all, a Grandmaster's prestige stands above all.
Even amid this contemporary era of waning martial arts, their sway remains profound.
With merely a single utterance.
Elites and magnates flock to deliver fortunes right to their threshold.
They have no need to vie with Inner Strength Martial Artists over trifling sums.
This occasion saw scores of martial arts halls joining the ranking.
Inner Strength Martial Artists, typically scarce, abounded here today.
As Lu Yuan entered the arena, fellow martial artists mistook him for a playful kid who had strayed into the incorrect spot.
"I represent Lu's Martial Arts Hall and am here for the ranking," Lu Yuan stated composedly.
Yet his words ignited an uproar throughout the venue.
Is this a joke?
Has Lu Zhengming gone mad, dispatching a three-year-old to certain doom?
"Little kid, head back home for your milk; this isn't the spot for you."
"Folks perish here, so don't scamper off wailing for your mom once you're frightened," a martial artist quipped.
"This is ridiculous; remove him at once!"
Even the lead examiner grew restless and intended to bar Lu's Martial Arts Hall.
But Lu Yuan refused to depart.
He remained in place.
He drew in a breath, channeling his vital energy.
His right leg tensed like a drawn bow, subtly enveloped by swirling wind and thunder forces!
Then came the stomp of his foot.
"Bang!"
The whole arena quaked repeatedly.
Dust billowed upward, fragments scattered everywhere.
The sturdy concrete under Lu Yuan's foot endured what seemed like an explosive strike, cracking apart immediately, with fissures radiating like a spider's web.
And right at the fracture's heart, a profound depression formed!
The assembly, who moments before demanded Lu Yuan's ejection, froze in place, utterly dumbfounded!
After an extended hush.
At last, someone shattered the tense quiet.
"What on earth just happened?"
"Power akin to a soaring dragon, vital energy flowing through the veins—that's the sign of an Inner Strength Martial Artist!"
"This from a three-year-old? Could a toddler wield such might?"
"Stop it; I couldn't have triumphed over him even at age thirty!"
The onlookers gazed at the youthful form amid the arena's core, words failing them.
Shortly after.
The martial arts hall ranking commenced formally.
The progression guidelines proved straightforward.
All entrants battled sequentially, with the leading ten securing advancement.
When Lu Yuan took the platform, no fighter dared to belittle him further.
Indeed.
Against supreme dominance.
Lu Yuan surged ahead unstoppably, claiming a top ten berth with an unchallenged demeanor.
During the intermission.
A man with triangular eyes abruptly neared him.
"Youngster, why not yield the upcoming bout to me?"
"Your Lu's Martial Arts Hall has secured progression; elimination won't touch you."
"Pushing onward yields merely a few million in yearly subsidies."
"Yet should you concede, state your demand."
Lu Yuan eyed the martial arts hall insignia on the man's torso.
Changfeng Martial Arts Hall?
If memory served.
In the life's narrative, Changfeng Martial Arts Hall orchestrated the near ruin of Lu's Martial Arts Hall.
Even the inexpensive father's lingering wound stemmed from Hall Master Changfeng.
And presently, they sought his match-fixing?
Lu Yuan pondered momentarily and extended five digits.
"Fifty million; in ten minutes, transfer the funds."
"Agreed."
The triangular-eyed man exhaled in relief.
Youths lack savvy, so simple to dupe.
Though forking over fifty million stung somewhat.
Securing a top three spot.
Via the prestige from this ranking, he'd earn at minimum tenfold that sum!
Moments passed.
Lu Yuan's device chimed, verifying the account credit.
The contest then proceeded as scheduled.
Aloft the platform.
Lu Yuan positioned opposite the triangular-eyed man.
"I'll deliver one strike; endure it, and I'll yield."
Lu Yuan remarked evenly.
Ere the triangular-eyed man could reply.
Lu Yuan's form darted forth, his right fist propelled akin to a projectile.
[Fist Intent: Wind and Thunder]!
The devastating punch's might cascaded upon the triangular-eyed man like a torrent unleashed.
Before the vast disparity in prowess.
The triangular-eyed man scarcely managed a response ere being hurled airborne.
His frame soared rearward like a severed kite, crashing down hard meters distant, stirring a dust plume.
After some time.
The triangular-eyed man summoned his final vigor to rise from the bloodied mess.
His quivering right hand jabbed toward Lu Yuan, gaze brimming with grudge and bewilderment.
"You, our deal just now..."
"Did we have one? I deceived you."
Lu Yuan pivoted and descended the stage without a backward glance.
"Pfft!" The triangular-eyed man coughed blood, sight fading, perishing instantly.
This clash unfolded like a thunderclap.
Ere the arbiter could intervene, it concluded.
The attending martial artists, beholding Hall Master Changfeng sprawled in blood, sensed a frigid dread surging inside.
In the ring, fatalities hold no weight.
Though all affixed life-and-death pacts prior to ascending.
Lu Yuan's blow proved excessively brutal!
"Such merciless tactics—from a mere three-year-old?"
"This lad is vicious; spare him not, lest he rise as a menace to avoid!"
In that instant.
To the other fighters' views.
Lu Yuan's apparent pure and childlike visage chilled more than any fiend!
The ensuing contests lacked drama.
Lu Yuan vanquished every rival, seizing the top rank with peerless authority!
A score of martial artists felled by a toddler?
The tidings disseminated.
The Capital City's martial domain quivered, with even Martial Arts Association leaders scrutinizing the event.
Numerous martial artists etched Lu's Martial Arts Hall into memory.
Particularly those involved in the ranking.
They reproduced Lu Yuan's image, distributing copies to pupils.
Fearing an unwise soul might unwittingly rouse this slayer deity.
Upon arrival at Lu's Martial Arts Hall.
No sooner had Lu Yuan crossed the threshold than a message arrived from the Will of the Heavens.
[Heaven-defying Fate Change: At a tender age, you substituted for your father at three, ruthlessly felling foes, thereby reshaping the simulation's plot.]
[Mainline completion: 10%, evaluation elevated to C-level.]
[Partially activated Simulation Mark and gained 3000 Simulation Points!]
[You have obtained temporary C-level Talent [Nine Oxen and Two Tigers], available for use anytime!]