In the realm of Starlit Continent, martial arts reigned supreme. Powerful beings could effortlessly shatter mountains and crush boulders, while those with godlike might could traverse the skies, controlling the oceans and rivers with absolute dominance.

This was a world that worshipped strength, where might made right and weakness invited bullying.

What truly determined the prowess of an individual was the power of their Blood-might, a force within their bodies that all warriors revered as their second soul.

Each person's Blood-might was unique, but it was undeniable that the higher one's Blood-might, the greater their potential for future greatness, making them more likely to ascend to the ranks of the powerful or even the godlike.

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In a corner of Yuxian City,

"Alright, looks like I've been transported to another world," muttered Nuto Hu, gazing at the sky.

Yes, Nuto Hu had been transported, unexpectedly finding himself in a completely unfamiliar world, inhabiting the body of a sixteen-year-old boy with the same name.

Gaining access to the memories of this new body, Nuto Hu had a rough understanding of his situation.

This world was called the Starlit Continent, and no one knew its exact size or the number of countries it contained. All that was known was that the people of the Starlit Continent worshipped martial arts, dedicated to cultivation, and their culture was much more rugged than the one Nuto Hu was familiar with on Earth.

The only difference was that the martial artists here were extremely powerful. Walking swiftly, leaping over roofs, and scaling walls were abilities possessed by even beginner martial artists, and some accomplished masters could even destroy a mountain with a single punch!

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Even the legends of shattering the void and wandering the universe were real.

However, the main focus of martial cultivation in this world was the Blood-might force. This so-called Blood-might power originated from the bones and blood of the human body, and when cultivated to its peak, even the color of the bones and blood could change. Legends spoke of a time when the bones and blood turned a brilliant golden hue, granting its bearer nearly godlike powers.

Of course, these were merely legends, unverified, as no one in the current era had reached such heights.

As Nuto Hu was lost in thought, a roar rang out like a thunderclap, jolting him back to reality.

"Nuto Hu, you thought hiding in this remote place would keep you safe from our vengeance?" A burly man sneered, his eyes glinting with malice as he pointed his blade straight at Nuto Hu, twenty meters away. Behind him, three equally menacing companions stood, their faces filled with murderous intent.

Nuto Hu's heart lurched. Through the memories of the body's original owner, he quickly recognized these men as his enemies in this world. Nuto's father had once taught them a lesson for their bullying in the town, but now, with Nuto's father gone and his whereabouts unknown, these thugs saw an opportunity for revenge and intended to kill Nuto. Despite his limited knowledge of this world, Nuto knew he couldn't sit still and wait for his fate.

He quickly bent down and picked up a wooden stick, gripping it tightly in a defensive stance.

The burly man sneered contemptuously and charged at Nuto Hu like a flash of lightning, swinging his sword downward. Nuto Hu instinctively raised his stick to block, but it was instantly cleaved in two by the man's blade. The impact sent Nuto Hu staggering backwards, falling heavily to the ground meters away.

It was no surprise. After all, Nuto Hu was just an ordinary man who had traveled through time and space, with no martial arts training. How could he possibly stand against a skilled warrior armed with a sword? Especially when his only weapon was a simple wooden stick.

"Hahaha, Nuto Hu, you're pathetic!" The man sneered, advancing step by step and swinging his sword again, aiming for Nuto Hu's chest, this time even faster than before.

Nuto Hu struggled to raise his hand in defense, but his speed was no match for the sword's.

"Puff!" With a dull thud, the sword pierced Nuto Hu's chest, blood gushing out. He felt a sharp pain spreading through his body, as if countless needles were stabbing his heart. He staggered backwards, his hands pressed against the wound, but blood still seeped through his fingers.

Nuto felt a piercing pain. He couldn't believe it. After arriving in this world for less than an hour, he was about to die...