This is the story of the Demon Archer—a different class, a different legend!
He possessed no extraordinary talent, nor did he have an overbearing aura that struck fear into the hearts of others. All he had was an unusual demon core!
Genius? I am no genius, because I am the terminator of geniuses! All you geniuses out there, keep cultivating hard, because only when you work hard can I grow even faster...
In the early morning, as the first ray of sunlight filtered down, a youth of about fifteen or sixteen quickly sat up from his bed inside an unremarkable thatched cottage and began hurriedly putting on his clothes. As he dressed, he muttered to himself:
“Oh no, oh no. Coach Liu is definitely going to punish me again this time.”
But as soon as the words left his mouth, a bitter smile crept onto his face. He stopped dressing, clasped his hands behind his head, and fell back onto the wooden bed.
“Sigh... it's over. There's no need to train anymore...”
Ouyang’s eyes were filled with a sense of loss. He had been in this world for half a year now, yet every time the first ray of sunlight hit his face, he still reacted this way.
Ouyang had been the most talented archer at his sports academy. He had competed in the provincial archery championship three times and won gold every single time. Had it not been for age restrictions, his skills would have easily qualified him for international competitions, where he surely would have claimed the world title. Unfortunately, heaven is often jealous of talent. An unexpected accident cut his brilliant career short, sending this shining young star to this strange, unfamiliar world.
“No computers! No TV! No entertainment! No nothing!”
Ouyang cried out in frustration, then slowly sat up. Although he had successfully joined the ranks of the transmigrator army, over the past six months, he had realized he didn't possess any of the heaven-defying cheats that transmigrators usually received. Aside from a bit of his family's heirloom martial arts, he had absolutely nothing.
“Even though practicing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in this world yields ten times the results, the damn thing is still so unreliable...”
At the thought of his family's heirloom martial arts, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, a dark line appeared on Ouyang's forehead.
And for good reason—mostly because the name of the technique was just too grand. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Even though it shared the same name, Ouyang's version was nothing like the world-shaking technique wielded by the protagonists of martial arts novels.
His Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was indeed a family heirloom, but despite practicing it for years, Ouyang had found that aside from significantly boosting his physical strength and agility, it bore absolutely no resemblance to the world-shattering, earth-destroying moves he had seen on TV.
Despite his complaints, regardless of whether these palms could actually subdue dragons, he resolved to keep practicing. At the very least, after half a year of training in this world, he had already gained three horsepower of strength!
Three horsepower—this term was the standard by which this world judged whether a person was powerful or not. An ordinary person would possess approximately one horsepower upon reaching adulthood. Someone like Ouyang, by practicing the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, could possess three horsepower, or even more. In Ouyang's estimation, some of the elders in this village could achieve ten horsepower by practicing certain martial arts!
Ten horsepower! Ouyang himself possessed three horsepower, so he naturally knew just how terrifying ten horsepower was.
The horses in this world were not the same as those in Ouyang's previous world. Each horse here possessed four to five hundred pounds of strength. Three horsepower was nearly fifteen hundred pounds of strength. Ten horsepower was nearly five thousand pounds of strength! Five thousand pounds of strength. If one were hit by a single punch of that caliber, it would be no different from being struck directly by the King of Strength.
"Seriously monstrous. Possessing one horsepower right upon reaching adulthood. The people here eat the same things as the people in my old world, so how do they have such monstrous physical strength?"
Ouyang pondered this question while practicing the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. However, he could only keep these thoughts to himself. After all, he was the only transmigrator here, so he had no one else to ask.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...*
Every punch Ouyang threw whipped up the sound of tearing wind around him. This was the result of combining strength and speed. In the past, Ouyang would never have dared to imagine possessing three horsepower. In his previous world, even if he had practiced the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms for ten years, he probably wouldn't have even achieved one horsepower. But after coming to this world and living in this body, he actually possessed such a monstrous capability. He could consider this a form of compensation.
"My cheat! Where is my transmigration cheat?!"
Ouyang roared to himself as he punched. Although his shouts were loud, they didn't disturb the villagers.
Ever since Ouyang arrived in this village, he would shout these words every morning while practicing his punches. After being subjected to this torment for half a year, the villagers had grown accustomed to Ouyang's roaring. If Ouyang didn't jump out and yell a few times one morning, they might actually feel like something was missing.
Shouting back and forth, this kind of cheat wasn't something that would just appear because he called for it. Thus, despite Ouyang calling out for half a year, other than training his physical strength from one horsepower to three, he basically hadn't discovered anything related to a cheat.
"Hey! Ouyang! I didn't expect you to be even earlier than me today!"
As Ouyang was shouting, a gruff voice suddenly rang out in his ears. Ouyang didn't even need to look to know that Li Wei had arrived.
It could be said that the person closest to Ouyang in this village was Li Wei. When Ouyang first arrived, the first person he met was Li Wei. Li Wei was around his age. After Ouyang came to this world, it was also thanks to Li Wei's earnest pleading with the village chief that he didn't starve to death and even got this small thatched cottage to live in.
"If you have the time, you should practice the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms I taught you!"
Ouyang didn't bother to pay attention to Li Wei. This guy was the epitome of a chatterbox. Once you set him off, his mouth would fire away at you like a machine gun.
"Sigh... practicing punches again? Ouyang, when will you finally be willing to teach me archery?"
Hearing Ouyang tell him to practice his fist techniques again, Li Wei felt a bit displeased. If it were purely a matter of strength, he and Ouyang were evenly matched. But Li Wei knew that the most terrifying thing about Ouyang was not his strength of three horses. It was his frightening archery skills. From over five hundred paces away, he could shoot clean through a copper coin!
"Want to learn archery? You're still far too green!"
Ouyang held nothing back against an eager, enthusiastic youth like Li Wei. The moment he spoke, he completely and ruthlessly crushed Li Wei's spirits.
As Ouyang practiced his fist techniques, he thought to himself: if he truly possessed any sort of special privilege, it had to be his archery!