Su Shiyan just watched as the young man punched the giant tree again and again. For a moment, she even forgot her original intention to speak. She waited like this for dozens of seconds before finally opening her mouth and saying, “Excuse me… classmate, I’d like to discuss something with you…”

“Wait, there are still a hundred punches left!”

The young man shouted loudly, then continued to focus wholeheartedly on this set of farming-style moves. For a moment, Sarah Sutton opened her mouth slightly, but couldn’t get any words out.

After watching dozens more punches, Sarah Sutton suddenly realized that although this set of moves was indeed a farmer’s routine, perhaps this young man wasn’t as foolish as she had thought. Because even with this trashy set of moves, the young man actually managed to strike with real force—his power ran through the entire sequence, and he was just one step away from achieving a continuous, unbroken flow of strength. If he truly reached that level, with his current skill, this set of moves could be considered to have reached the “mastery” stage. If he went even further, when he performed this routine, he could achieve the perfect balance of hardness and softness, each giving rise to the other. If he could combine both, it would be called “perfection,” reaching the ultimate realm of this set of moves. By then, even if this routine was a low-level, trashy technique, in this young man’s hands it could unleash the power of a second- or third-rate martial art. That would be truly terrifying.

At this point, Sarah Sutton was at a loss for words. Was this young man a genius with extraordinary talent, or just a fool obsessed with training? The two completely different possibilities left her mind in a whirl. After all, to train a martial art to the “mastery” stage, an ordinary person might need twenty or thirty years. Even a genius would need at least ten years. Martial arts have always been easy to learn but hard to master. With a teacher or a book, anyone could pick up a set of moves in a few dozen days, but to truly master and understand it requires real effort—training through the coldest winters and hottest summers, year after year. Only then might one succeed. To go even further and reach the “mastery” stage would require total dedication and a huge investment of time and energy… This young man looked only eighteen or nineteen. If he wasn’t a genius, then he was a fool who had been practicing this useless, trashy martial art every day since he was eight or nine…

Is it worth it? Is it really worth it!?

If you can’t develop inner strength, then martial arts are just for fitness, at best letting you beat up a few ordinary people. And with such a trashy set of moves, even after decades—no, even hundreds of years—you might never develop inner strength…

For a moment, Sarah Sutton truly didn’t know what to feel. Should she be impressed, or should she try to warn him? But then she thought of herself—hadn’t she once been just as stubborn and foolish…

And just then, the young man suddenly landed a punch on the giant tree. With this punch, his fist seemed to stick to the tree, and even the sound of the impact was different. This final punch—this final punch… had actually reached the “mastery” stage, with power flowing continuously and endlessly!

Sarah Sutton was utterly stunned. What was this!? A genius breaking through at the last moment? But how was that possible? No matter how talented, no matter how much insight or sudden enlightenment, to go from ordinary power to a continuous, unbroken flow should take at least several days and nights of buildup, with repeated attempts! She had never even heard of someone being just short of mastery one second, and then instantly reaching it the next!

The young man had already stopped punching. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, grinned, and muttered to himself.

“Nine years, more than nine years, finally… finally reached level ten, my…”

“Arhat Fist.”

Chapter Two: Henry Harper’s System

Henry Harper has been in this world for nine years and five months.

Damn it, all he did was tweak a single-player game a bit. Sure, he went a little overboard, but it was just a single-player game! How could that have caused him to transmigrate!?

When Henry Harper arrived in this world, he was only nine years old, living in an orphanage, with no parents, no relatives, and no one to rely on. On top of that, there was all sorts of filth in the orphanage—staff embezzling, kids forming cliques and bullying the weak. He suffered plenty.

God, where was the kind-hearted orphanage director from the novels!? Where were the loyal brothers and sisters from the stories!? Are fairy tales really all lies!?

As a child, Henry Harper had even thought of dying. After all, he could never return to his old world—his parents, his relatives and friends, his lover, all were gone. In this new world, it seemed impossible for him to survive to adulthood. This kind of transmigration was just the worst luck ever.

Then, in the second month after he transmigrated, just as he was about to find a painless way to die, he suddenly discovered he might still have a chance… a game system!

Yes, the golden finger that comes with transmigration—a game system! That overpowered, no, insanely overpowered thing…

And then he found out he’d been screwed over again.