High Martial Arts: Unmatched in Reality - Ascending Beyond the Game

After confirming that the Green Ghost Wolf was completely dead, Yogan panted slightly, a trace of fatigue appearing on his face.

"The wilderness area is still very dangerous. I almost lost my life here."

He glanced at the wolf claw that had pierced his shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly. The injury seemed to be quite serious.

Gritting his teeth, Yogan mobilized the energy in his body to quickly gather around the wound.

Then, he suddenly yanked the thick claw out, pulling a large chunk of flesh and blood with it.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Yogan gritted his teeth and began to mark the injury.

At that moment, he noticed something strange—within the Green Ghost Wolf's wide eyes, the two green eyeballs still had a faint light seeping out.

"Good stuff!"

The Green Ghost Wolf had been able to block his martial art, "Palm Yin and Yang," because of these special eyeballs that emitted a dim glow.

Yogan was puzzled for a moment before stepping on the wolf's giant body. He pulled out a dagger and carefully dug out the two glowing eyeballs.

The glass-like eyeballs were cold to the touch, sending a chill through his fingers.

Yogan was secretly surprised, quickly pocketing the eyes before turning to leave.

Just then, the panel beside him flickered, and everything around him began to blur.

The once quiet forest slowly faded away.

When Yogan looked up again, he found himself standing in front of dilapidated ruins. The face of a woman, clearly frightened, stared at him.

"Is it the game world again?"

Yogan realized with a start, blinking at the woman in front of him.

Since the cellular respiration method had already provided him such a boost, he figured there must be more valuable things hidden in this game world, things worth exploring.

"Thank... Thank you!" the woman said, trotting toward him, her chest rising and falling with each step.

"Thank you," she said sincerely, her voice hoarse but filled with gratitude.

Yogan remained silent, keeping a distance, his gaze fixed on her. A stranger in this chaotic game world, and a relatively beautiful woman—surviving here couldn't be easy.

"Introduce yourself," Yogan said flatly, staring directly into her slightly wide eyes.

"My name is He Qing..."

"..."

After half an hour of conversation, Yogan learned a lot of valuable information about this world.

"War Era 58? What kind of war happened here?" Yogan asked, his confusion growing as he looked around at the broken walls and ruins.

To be able to destroy a city so completely, the scale of this war must have been immense.

He also fabricated a lie to explain his past during his time asleep.

"I entered the gene warehouse and fell asleep 100 years ago. I didn't expect the world to have changed so much."

He Qing's gaze dropped, her handsome face clouded with sadness. She sighed deeply.

"God War..."

"God War?!" Yogan's pupils contracted slightly.

Though he had guessed that the war was large-scale, he hadn't expected it to involve gods.

After all, Yogan was a complete atheist in the real world. The dual development of martial arts and technology had long buried the concept of "God" in the annals of history.

"But... the world view of this game seems quite grand," Yogan thought silently to himself.

"Yes," He Qing continued, "The older generation says it was a war between gods. Many alien gods invaded..."

She spoke about the war between gods, the ruins, and the town, clearly trying to get closer to Yogan.

"By the way, you just mentioned a human warrior camp in the ruins town. Can you take me there?"

Yogan wasn't particularly interested in the details of the God War. That topic felt too distant from him at the moment.

What he really wanted was to find other warriors in the ruins town, gather more valuable items.

He Qing hesitated for a moment but, after her eyes scanned the pigman corpse on the ground, she pursed her lips and nodded.

"Come with me."

The two began walking through the ruined city, He Qing following a familiar route toward the camp.

Along the way, she seemed to be filled with relief, showing signs of escaping death, and her behavior toward Yogan was respectful and obedient.

As they passed through the destroyed alleys, Yogan automatically activated the cellular respiration method, hoping to reach the camp in the best possible state.

But suddenly, his eyes widened.

The cellular respiration method, which usually ran at high speed in the real world and absorbed energy from the environment like a bottomless pit, began to slow down dramatically the deeper they ventured into the ruins.

It was like a snail trying to climb a tree—extremely sluggish.

This discovery made Yogan frown.

"The energy of heaven and earth in this area seems too scarce."

It couldn't support his recovery and cultivation at all.

Without the backup of energy stored in the real world, Yogan couldn't fight at full capacity.

"The game world in front of me is even more bizarre and mysterious than I imagined!"

Yogan turned to He Qing and asked deliberately as they passed through a dilapidated path.

"He Qing, what rank are you?"

She stroked her hair and sighed helplessly.

"I can barely be considered a first-rank warrior."

As she spoke, she glanced up at the gray sky above them. After a brief pause, she continued, her tone slightly more thoughtful:

"After the God War, the energy of heaven and earth was destroyed, and with the invasion of the breath of alien gods, it's become too difficult for warriors who rely on breathing to improve their strength."

"Though I barely made it to the first rank, the strength I can actually exert is probably equivalent to a high-level martial arts apprentice from before."

He Qing looked at Yogan, her expression complicated.

"I heard that before the God War, the energy of heaven and earth was particularly abundant. Every warrior could absorb it to their heart's content, and their martial arts strength improved rapidly."

Yogan nodded silently.

Then he asked, "What rank is the strongest warrior in your camp?"

If the strongest warrior was too powerful, would Yogan be in danger by entering?

Yogan rubbed his temples, lost in thought, but was soon reassured by the next words.

"Brother Yang is a second-rank warrior. He's always been very kind and takes good care of everyone in the camp. He's a really good person."

He Qing spoke with affection as she walked, her mood clearly lifted as they neared a collapsed building.

"The basement of the building in front is our camp..."

She pointed ahead with a touch of excitement.

But before she could finish her sentence, Yogan's expression changed abruptly. Without warning, he rushed forward and grabbed He Qing, pulling her to the side.

The two of them quickly moved to safety.

At that moment, a scarlet blood shadow shot out from the ruins and rubble.

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