Chapter One: Everlasting Legacy Through the Ages

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The night was quiet, with a full moon hidden behind clouds. The river churned white foam, waves rolling back and forth, persistently striking the moss-covered bridge piers. On the stone beach west of the bridge arch, shrouded in shadow, a human-shaped silhouette sat on a rock. Draped in a cold, worn dark trench coat, the hood obscured most of the face, with faint stubble visible on the chin.

Not far away, an old-fashioned tape recorder rested at the corner of a stone millstone. From the spinning tape inside came a soaring, powerful Qin opera piece titled “Passing the Five Passes.” The volume was turned all the way up, yet beneath the passing vehicles and river’s roar, the sound remained low and distant.

Feng Yuxiu paid no mind, his left hand resting on his knee, rough fingertips rhythmically tapping along with the operatic cadence. His right hand clenched a half-eaten piece of hard black bread, biting down forcefully before lifting his gaze slightly. The coarse, hardened face, weathered by ancient martial arts and polished with sea salt, emerged partially from the shadows. A pair of chestnut eyes, bloodshot with veins, glared fiercely across the river, a savage curl at the corner of his mouth.

“First fists, then legs, then grappling—combining weapons and internal energy as one.”
“Soon, very soon, next it’s time for the weapons…”

…

Inside a hotel where a film crew was staying.

In the room of Hong Ye, the well-known martial arts actor and lead of the crew.

Few in the industry knew that Hong Ye truly possessed real martial arts skills. As the senior disciple of the previous weapons master, after his master’s injury and retirement, Hong Ye had unquestionably become the reigning weapons king.

At this moment, a figure lay seemingly fast asleep by the bedside. Suddenly, as if jolted awake, he sat upright in a flash, sweat beading finely on his forehead. His posture was slightly hunched, his body trembling faintly, eyes wide with unmistakable horror.

“Am I really inside the world of the movie?!”
“‘One Man’s Martial Arts’!!!”

He looked down at his hands:
“Now, I’ve become one of the main supporting characters—the weapons king Hong Ye?!”

…

His name was Song Ren. Before this, his life had been undoubtedly fortunate, comfortable, and prosperous. Born into a family of relocated residents with modest assets, he once casually invested a little pocket money into the cryptocurrency market through a friend’s introduction, not paying much attention. Years later, spotting some trending news reminded him of this investment; upon selling, he found the value had multiplied a hundredfold...

Regrettably, the friend who had recommended the crypto market had lost everything a year ago due to obsessing over the market’s volatile shifts. Last year, the same friend eagerly revived his spirit and enthusiastically dragged Song Ren into the newly emerging metaverse world.

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Song Ren dabbled for a few months, earning a small profit, but found it uninteresting and withdrew. Soon after, the metaverse trend took a sharp downturn, and the friend who had made a fortune lost it all again...

In short, whether by luck or other reasons, Song Ren seldom worried about money. This granted him ample time to indulge in his hobbies.

Song Ren’s greatest passion was fighting. To him, the visceral thrill of flesh hitting flesh was a romantic expression deep in every man’s blood and bone!

He dabbled in both unarmed and armed combat.

One night, after falling asleep, Song Ren had a special dream.

In that dream, years of passion seemed to transform into a true life pursuit.

It was a vigorous and exhilarating kung fu dream.

Within it, he seemed to unleash unprecedented martial talent.

He became obsessed with martial arts, mastering both major styles of southern fist and northern kicks, and successfully challenged the world’s greatest fighting and combat masters.

Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Sanda, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Krav Maga...

Varied and distinct fighting styles captivated Song Ren deeply in the dream.

Taizu Fist, Baji Quan, Xingyi, Hung Gar, Sanshou, Tan Tui, Chuojiao...

Including those martial essentials that had shone brilliantly throughout history, all repeatedly displayed by Song Ren in the dream.

Martial arts had become more than mere physical fitness.

Those fragile excuses were just ripples drowned in an era of peace.

In literature, there is no first; in martial arts, no second.

Martial arts strengthen during peace, kill during war.

In this adrenaline-pumping dream, Song Ren experienced life-or-death battles again and again.

Those scenes, etched into his bones, made him tremble with excitement even within the dream.

At the final moment, a seductive voice seemed to seep into his mind.

[Immortal legacy through endless slaughter—this is your deepest desire?]
[Then, do you wish to experience the ultimate bliss of a life where ‘martial arts have no second’?]
[Want to feel a world of bloodshed, violence, kung fu, even demons and monsters at its peak?]
[Want to savor the carefree detachment of facing life and death, and the rebellious spirit of fighting anyone who opposes you?]

In a daze, driven by the surge of adrenaline, Song Ren impulsively agreed within the dream...

Then the voice seemed to sigh with relief:

[Congratulations, at last, a qualified master has been found. This system is called the “All-Heaven Wish Machine,” from the Super-Dimensional Universe. Please take good care of it, Master.]

“...”

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Still dazed from that ultimate kung fu dream, Song Ren felt a slight regret about the last words in his mind.

“Ding”?
Why didn’t I hear the “ding”?

Then...

He drifted off into a hazy sleep.

Upon waking again, Song Ren’s memory had been implanted with something like a “user manual.”

The All-Heaven Wish Machine, bound to Song Ren as his system.

It originated from the Super-Dimensional Universe, its function to extract a wish line from a character in a film or television world.

As its host, he must enter that world to fulfill the corresponding wish task.

Unluckily, Song Ren was chosen and had agreed...

This time, the first wish line received by the All-Heaven Wish Machine came from the movie “One Man’s Martial Arts” world.

[Wisher: The dying weapons king Hong Ye—
If I could start over, I’d choose Li—no, if I could start over, I wouldn’t lose to a mere paper cutter!]

[Then, I will prove to everyone once again who the true weapons king is!]

[Hong Ye’s wish: Please, Master, take my place and use weapons to defeat Feng Yuxiu.]

Sorting through his thoughts, Song Ren gradually calmed down.

Naturally brave, he nonetheless pinched the bridge of his nose.

What a trap!

He was now impersonating the weapons king Hong Ye from the film.

To outsiders, he looked like Hong Ye.

But this appearance was merely a special disguise created by the wish mechanism.

In truth, Song Ren had entered this world with his original body.

Meaning, his current physical condition was only that of a fighting enthusiast.

This level was not only inferior to the original supporting character, weapons king Hong Ye, but also far weaker than Feng Yuxiu, who had once slit Hong Ye’s throat with a paper cutter in the original story.

This—

After experiencing such a fiery and passionate dream, Song Ren could not help but be crushed by reality.

Feng Yuxiu?

Is this some kind of joke on me!