Chapter 31: Sianweisi Ting

You know well the principle of not flaunting wealth, so you rented a small warehouse nearby, spent a whole day moving those gleaming trophies and the photos in their frames into the warehouse one by one, and along with them was also sent your father's remaining prosthetic arm.

You kept those three books on your person; they record the ultimate form of martial arts in the old era: Martial Divine Ability.

If you push martial arts to the extreme, you can possess unparalleled ability—from drawing qi into the body, to copper head and iron arms, to the ultimate Heaven‑Earth Dharma Appearance; the method of cultivation is recorded clearly, but the process requires not only time, but also talent and sweat.

You think this is the skill your father used on the fighting arena, and that eight‑sided Han sword was handed down from his ancestors.

It is said that the sword's owner was a grand master who had unlocked Martial Divine Ability; a single strike of his sword could cleave heaven and earth, shatter mountains and seas, his Heaven‑Earth Dharma Appearance reaching ten thousand zhang high, and one blow could slay the Deep Space Giant Beast that feeds on planets from beyond the sky.

You longed for it endlessly, you resolved to cultivate martial arts—not only to avenge your father, but also to catch a glimpse of the world beyond the walls.

You deeply remember Wei'er's words; the hot‑blooded youth you once were secretly made a vow: in the future you will confront Wei'er head‑on with martial arts, avenge your father, and also restore the honor of martial arts!

Age 12: You used the money your father left behind to rent a small hut nearby, studying martial arts while also learning about prosthetics.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles; to fight those who possess prosthetics, you must understand prosthetics better.

You became a medical assistant under an old man; the old man is a prosthetic doctor, his skills are not great but he has a lot of work, you pay him to work for him, yet he still ruthlessly exploits you.

Daily overtime and running errands are trivial; he also often scolds you, but when the old man has something to teach, he really does teach—often letting you dive straight into tasks you know nothing about.

Put bluntly, he lacks professional ethics, letting an intern perform such a rigorous procedure as surgery, and the old man isn't afraid you'll kill someone.

Fortunately, you are extraordinarily gifted, picking things up extremely fast; the old man's teachings are all pure, dry knowledge, and you could swallow it even if you stretched your neck two li.

Age 13: A prosthetic doctor must learn many things—neuron matching, muscle fiber compatibility, bodily skeletal loading, spinal implantation systems—all of which you need to study.

After more than a year of study, you have become a qualified prosthetic doctor's assistant; cutting off arms and replacing the bull's surgery is a piece of cake.

But you don't intend to flaunt your talent too much; just like that old man's temperament, if he knew how much you now know, he'd probably hide a few tricks, after all, teaching an apprentice to starve the master.

Besides doing prosthetic doctor work every day, you also carry out daily martial arts training; the book's description of martial arts cultivation methods is very detailed, the initial stage focuses on building foundations, which requires gradual accumulation over time.

Fortunately, although your father never taught you martial arts skills, the foundation he laid for you is extremely solid; you don't need extra practice, just need to persevere step by step, and once you reach adulthood and your body is fully developed, you can begin the first stage of martial arts cultivation.

Age 14: Days passed one by one; the dull life could not dampen your enthusiasm for martial arts. On the path to becoming a prosthetic doctor, you needed to know every structure of the human body, every bone, every muscle, and this in turn deepened your understanding of martial arts to a certain extent.

You were eager to begin the first stage of martial arts cultivation, but the book's warning forced you to calm down: prematurely training the first stage of martial arts causes great harm to undeveloped minors, while solidifying basic functions raises the upper limit of your physical quality.

You often miss the days when your father was around; besides the annual memorial, you occasionally go to your former home to take a look at the gym that once belonged to you.

You discovered that the gym once yours had completely changed; the clean walls around it were covered in chaotic graffiti, and the people coming and going to train there had turned into scruffy delinquents.

It had been turned into an underground black‑boxing arena; countless people entered dreaming of getting rich quick, losing their life savings, while others were forced to fight just to make a living, only to end up with their prosthetics smashed beyond repair, ruthlessly dumped on the streets, becoming prosthetic wrecks who constantly spasm from electric currents running through their bodies.

You couldn't bear to see that, so you hurried to check the warehouse where your father's relics were stored; fortunately there was no problem, and you moved it to a warehouse near where you now live.

Age 15: You finally learned almost everything from that old man; you now have the full ability to open a prosthetic clinic outside, but you don't intend to do so.

You chose to go for further training at the largest prosthetic company in C District, to learn the most advanced prosthetic technology on the market; among them, one prosthetic caught your attention.

It is an ultimate prosthetic named Sianweisi Tan, commonly used as an operating system implanted in the spine, able to instantly unleash the body's full potential in a short time, achieving an effect akin to bullet time; to outsiders, the person's time seems to accelerate, but the strain on the body is enormous, making it impossible to use more than once a day.

You recognize it; the person named Wei'er relied on it to beat your father to death on the fighting platform.

Age 16: This year, the new Golden Fist Tournament kicked off, and Wei'er once again won the championship; adding to his previous titles, he is now a five‑time champion, and he is now undoubtedly the strongest martial arts king of C District.

And you have seen many more prosthetics whose power is unmatched; some can turn a person into a pain‑less beast in an instant, others can thrust the brain into overdrive, guaranteeing headshots with every bullet, but regardless of type, they all grant great strength in a short time—this is why most people choose to install prosthetics.

Even a crude prosthetic cobbled together from scrap metal can deliver a punch over 200 kilograms, and if it's a slightly better bionic‑muscle limb, a single strike can exceed 350 kilograms; compared to that, the pace of martial arts progress is indeed frustrating, but you have no intention of giving up martial arts.