1: God-level Show-off System

[Foster fathers and mothers, leave your brains here; I'll take good care of them.]

"Next, Lin Fan!"

Inside the Martial Arts Hall, a cold electronic voice echoed.

Hundreds of gazes focused instantly.

The crowd automatically parted to make a way.

A youth wearing a faded school uniform and having a slightly thin build walked out silently.

He walked toward the center of the hall, toward that three-meter-tall Power-Testing Stele shimmering with a cold metallic light.

"It's him again."

"Hilarious. I wonder if he can pass 0.9 this time?"

"Last time was 0.85, the lowest in the whole school. Can he improve by 0.01 this time?"

Low laughter came from the queue.

A few boys wearing brand-name martial arts uniforms didn't hide the sarcasm on their faces.

Led by Xiao Zhan, who stood with his arms crossed, his lips curled: "Useless trash is just useless trash; it can't be held up."

His voice wasn't small.

Many people around heard it.

No one refuted it.

Because Lin Fan, from Class 7 of the third year at Yuncheng Third High School, had been at the bottom of the blood qi value rankings for three consecutive years.

In this world where high martial arts reigned supreme, blood qi value represented potential and the future.

1.0 was the minimum qualification line for the Martial Arts Examination.

And Lin Fan's best result was 0.85.

He wasn't just a little bit off.

Lin Fan stood still in front of the Power-Testing Stele.

The black surface of the stele reflected his calm face.

No one knew what kind of storm was hidden beneath this calm.

It had been three days.

It had been three days since he transmigrated to this high martial arts world and became this seventeen-year-old youth also named Lin Fan.

The memory fragments of his original body told him: his parents died early during a Catacombs exploration, leaving behind a small pension.

He had a weak personality, suffered from long-term malnutrition, and even carried hidden injuries.

Martial arts talent... was approximately zero.

"Lin Fan, begin!"

The invigilating teacher Li Zhenhai's voice carried no emotion.

He didn't even look up at the recording board.

The result was already predetermined.

It was just a time-wasting process.

Lin Fan threw a punch.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

The stele didn't move an inch.

The LCD screen at the top flashed a few times, and a row of crimson numbers jumped out:

[blood qi value: 0.87]

The hall went quiet for a moment.

Immediately, even louder laughter exploded!

"0.87! Hahaha, an improvement of 0.02 since last time!"

"Impressive. At this rate, he might reach 0.9 before the college entrance exam!"

"Reach my ass! There's only one month left until the exam. How the hell is he going to reach it?"

Xiao Zhan laughed the most exaggeratedly. He stepped forward a few paces, almost pressing against Lin Fan's back:

"Not bad, Lin Fan. This rate of progress would make a turtle cry."

"Take my advice."

He patted Lin Fan's shoulder with considerable force:

"Don't take the test, seriously. After the Martial Arts Examination, come directly to my family's construction site to move bricks. Three meals a day, and wages are paid daily."

"It's much more realistic than your dream of getting into a Martial Arts University."

Several followers echoed with weird laughs.

Li Zhenhai finally looked up and frowned.

But he said nothing.

He just drew a "D" after Lin Fan's name in his notebook.

Then he said indifferently:

"Next."

As if Lin Fan was just air.

Lin Fan withdrew his fist.

His knuckles were somewhat white.

He silently walked back to the end of the queue.

Various mocking voices reached his ears from time to time.

In the front row, a cold figure glanced back slightly.

Su Muyu.

The School Beauty, a Sword Dao Genius. It was said her blood qi value had already broken through 2.0, making her a seed candidate for the school to aim for top martial arts universities.

She glanced at Lin Fan.

There was no mockery or sympathy in her eyes.

She quickly looked away.

As if it were just an accidental glance.

Lin Fan lowered his eyes.

Deep in his mind, some memories that didn't belong to him were churning:

The High Martial Era: Exotic Beasts ran rampant, Catacombs invaded, and Martial Artists were revered.

The law of the jungle, naked and cruel.

"Survival of the fittest..."

He repeated those words in a low voice.

His fingertips unconsciously dug into his palm.

A trace of imperceptible pain came through.

Suddenly.

An electronically synthesized voice exploded directly in the depths of his mind:

[Strong Soul fluctuation detected... Compatibility 99.9%...]

[Environment judgment: High martial arts world, weak start, meets binding conditions.]

[Binding... 1%... 50%... 100%!]

[Divine-Grade Prestige System, activation successful!]

[Welcome, Host: Lin Fan.]

Lin Fan's eyes snapped open.

Before his eyes, a translucent virtual panel with a faint blue luster appeared.

Only he could see it.

On the left side of the panel was his 3D holographic image, and on the right were a few lines of concise text:

[Host: Lin Fan]

[Realm: Martial Artist (Uninitiated)]

[Cultivation Technique: None]

[Martial Skill: None]

[prestige value: 0]

[Newbie Gift Pack (Pending)]

A System?

The standard equipment for a transmigrator?

Lin Fan's heart suddenly pounded wildly!

It wasn't a dream!

That cold mechanical voice sounded again, carrying a hint of unspeakable temptation:

[Warm reminder: The core of this System is prestige value.]

[Shocking others with words and deeds, exceeding expectations, overturning perceptions, elegant face-slapping... all can earn prestige value.]

[prestige value can be used for lucky draws and to exchange for anything.]

[Newbie Gift Pack, would you like to receive it?]

Lin Fan held his breath in an instant.

Acting tough?

Before, it was always others acting tough in front of him.

Now, they wanted him, a weakling, to act tough in front of others?

Did he dare?

He looked toward the center of the hall, at that cold and giant Power-Testing Stele.

He looked at the faces around him, some mocking, some indifferent.

He looked at the back of Teacher Li Zhenhai ahead, which showed zero expectation.

He looked at Xiao Zhan's smug profile.

Motherf*cker!

He already had a System, yet he was still wondering if he dared. How damn pathetic!

After cursing himself fiercely in his heart.

He remembered the last thing the System said.

He reacted instantly.

"Receive."

He thought silently in his heart.

[Newbie Gift Pack opening...]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining:]

[Supreme Internal Skill Mind-Cultivation Technique "Muscle", Black-Grade Pagoda Three-Chamber War Pattern Realm! (Automatically running, Internal Energy qualitative change, endless and unceasing)]

[Peerless palm technique "Buddhas Palm" First Style: Insight into Buddha's First Radiance! (Empowerment completed)]

[Initial prestige value: 100 points.]

"Boom!!!"

It felt as if thunder had exploded inside his body!

Lin Fan clearly felt that at the location of his Dantian in his lower abdomen, a heat that was extreme to the limit!

And a flow of air that was pure to the limit, exploded!

It followed some incredibly mysterious path and instantly surged through all his limbs and bones!

Every inch of Muscle!

Every single bone!

Every meridian!

All were trembling wildly! Screaming! Reorganizing! Strengthening!

Beneath his skin, complex and mysterious patterns faintly flashed and vanished.

That was the symbol of the Black-Grade Pagoda!

At the same time.

Countless light and shadow images were stuffed into his mind.

A giant golden Buddha that stood between heaven and earth slowly raised its hand.

Its palm faced the heavens.

Endless Buddhist light gathered.

Utmost hardness! Utmost Yang!

As if it could purify all evil and suppress all defiance!

The trajectory of that palm strike, the internal force circulation it contained, the tricks of the surging blood qi... were all deeply branded into his Soul!

"Ugh..."

Lin Fan gave a low groan, his body swaying slightly out of control.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.

But his gaze, at this moment, became as sharp as a blade and as calm as an abyss.

Inside his body.

That supreme-quality "Muscle" Internal Energy flowed quietly like a docile giant beast.

Yet it could burst forth with destructive power at any time.

"Black-Grade Pagoda!"

"Buddhas Palm!"

A sharp light flickered in Lin Fan's eyes.

As expected of the Divine-Grade Prestige System, the Newbie Gift Pack is so damn powerful!

When his gaze swept over Xiao Zhan again, it was no longer filled with humiliation and resentment, but with an eagerness to try!

"Xiao Zhan, oh Xiao Zhan, the tables have turned between us!"