The world of the past:

Taoists: Plucking stars and seizing the moon, moving mountains and filling seas, one person could destroy a nation.

Monks: External golden core, embodying the heavens and earth, one person could subdue a horde of demons.

Martial artists: Huddled in corners, trembling in fear.

The world of today:

Taoists: Same as above.

Monks: Same as above.

Andrew Warren, who became a martial artist: With the sky above his head and the underworld beneath his feet, he makes all beings bow their heads and all demons submit.

One man destroys all.

A mortal body shatters flying swords, fists and palms annihilate magical powers!

Chapter 1: The Strongest Body

"Third level of force refinement: Refine the flesh to cultivate clear force, refine the tendons to produce hidden force, refine the bones to merge clear and hidden force, which is called transforming force!"

"You've been practicing the Great Spear Stance these past few days, so you should have some understanding of your own bones and muscles."

"Today, I will officially teach you the 'Great Spear Fist'!"

"This set of fist techniques is unique to our Nanping Prefecture yamen. Out of the more than six hundred muscles in the body, practicing this fist can temper over a hundred of them—enough for you to develop clear force!"

"Watch closely!"

On a patch of open ground behind the Nanping Prefecture yamen.

An elderly man with graying hair and eagle-like eyes swept his gaze over the faces of seven candidate constables. He then spread his feet, assumed the 'Great Spear Stance', steadied his lower body, and thrust his arm forward in a punch.

The air was pierced by his punch with a resounding "bang"!

"Level-shoulder spear!"

With one punch straight out, his other fist swept in from the side, also making the air boom.

"Sweeping spear!"

Bang!

"Overlord spear!"

Bang!

"Stone-crushing spear!"

The teenagers, all dressed in matching black short outfits, stared wide-eyed as the old constable's punches made the air crackle and pop, each holding their breath.

Not daring to miss a single move.

This set of fist techniques would be their foundation for survival once they became constables.

But some were still confused and absent-minded.

Andrew Warren stared blankly at the old constable, his eyes unfocused.

In his mind, a "ding" sounded, followed by a deep male voice: "The strongest body has awakened!"

After two years in this world, has my cheat finally arrived?

What is the strongest body?

As Andrew Warren pondered, the scene before his eyes gradually blurred and darkened.

A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, 'he' stood with his back to Andrew Warren, tall and thin, at the foot of a towering mountain, looking utterly ordinary.

Suddenly, 'he' drew his right arm back like a bow, then thrust it forward with explosive force!

Whoosh—there was no sound in this vision, but Andrew Warren seemed to hear a terrifying rush of air.

Streams of air, carrying sand, leaves, and grass, all converged on the figure's fist. As he punched, even the void seemed to tremble!

The towering mountain before him was struck by the shockwave compressed by the air currents, shattering into countless rocks that flew backward.

As the rocks flew back, they kept breaking apart.

Large stones shattered into pebbles, pebbles into dust, and with a gust of wind, a cloud of dust swept across Andrew Warren's vision!

The strongest body!

A punch that can shatter mountains!

As the dust cleared, Andrew Warren saw the figure standing between heaven and earth—seemingly insignificant, yet supported by an infinite aura, with the sky above his head and the underworld beneath his feet.

He stepped into the boundless sea before him, and instantly, the sea surged with raging waves and tsunamis!

The strongest body—filling the sea with one's own body!

Casually slaying dragons, shattering heaven and earth, plucking stars and seizing the moon...

Scene after scene flashed before Andrew Warren's eyes, captivating his mind and filling him with excitement.

Is my cheat really this powerful?

Am I invincible now?

Then, the visions shattered.

Andrew Warren was still standing absentmindedly in place, while the other six candidate constables all looked at him mockingly.

Opposite him, the old constable's face darkened, and he suddenly shouted in anger: "Andrew Warren, are you able to sleep with your eyes open?"

The sharp shout snapped Andrew Warren back to reality.

Still confused, Andrew Warren looked blankly at the old constable.

Seeing this, the old constable grew even angrier: "You little brat! Get over here! Did you learn the Great Spear Fist I just demonstrated? If you did, show me right now!"

The old constable didn't just speak—he reached out, grabbed Andrew Warren's ear, and yanked him into the center of the field.

A sudden sharp pain in his ear finally brought Andrew Warren back to his senses.

Those visions just now... were they all hallucinations?

If I really had the 'strongest body', wouldn't Mr. Clark's tug on my ear have snapped his finger instead?

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Grandpa Cui, let go, let go, my ear's going to fall off!"

Andrew Warren clutched his ear, begging for mercy.

The old constable surnamed Cui saw that he'd twisted Andrew Warren's ear red, grunted, let go, but was still angry: "The appointment test is coming up, and you're still so careless! No way, no matter what you say today, you have to show me the Great Spear Fist right here, or I won't let you off!"

"The Great Spear Fist?"