This Martial Artist Is Too Dangerous

Author: Square Five

This martial artist is far too dangerous—if words fail, he’ll resort to suicide without hesitation! “Here, I’ll drink first to show my respect!” Fang Qingyun grasped a bottle of deadly pesticide, threw his head back, and downed it in one gulp. “Gulp!” “Approaching death. System initializing.” “To counteract the toxins, physique +1, +1...” Fang Qingyun narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, relishing the sensation. “This feeling of growing stronger… exhilarating!” “The only trouble is that my physique has become too powerful. What should I do now?” … This is a world shrouded in mystery and depth. Here dwell mighty beings capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. Here reign kings who rule the world with absolute authority. Here lurk bloodthirsty demons who live for carnage. Since fate has brought me to this world with a system, I will ascend to the highest throne!

This Martial Artist Is Too Dangerous

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Chapter 1: The Warrior

Minglu.
First Advanced High School of Flower City.
Class Three, Senior Year.
The teacher raised his left hand, exposing his palm, and spoke solemnly, "Look carefully: the Devil's Eye in my palm. It is a symbol of honor, but it also represents danger and responsibility."
"Tomorrow, you will undertake the final item of your college entrance examination—the Martial Arts Exam!"
"Some of you will awaken the Devil's Eye, channel spiritual energy through it, and become powerful warriors. But..."
"Some of you will die."
"As your teacher, I ask little of you: come back alive."
That last sentence weighed heavily in the air.
Fang Qingyun sat in the last row, listening intently.
He gazed at the teacher's palm, at the devil's eye that gleamed like a ruby, his expression as eager as the other students.
That eye represented power, authority, status...
When he heard the word "death," he couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his mouth.
He had crossed into this world for several years now, yet still couldn't grow accustomed.
People here had a disturbingly casual attitude toward life.
Even the college entrance exam could claim lives.
What kind of madness was this?
Whenever he thought of it, he felt a certain part between his legs ache with anxiety.
But the environment was what it was; no one could change it.
...
This was a world utterly different from Earth—a tower-like realm... the Azure Moon Worl