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

"Yogan, Yogan..."

A sweet voice called out, pulling him back to reality.

When he opened his eyes again, a soft, white hand waved up and down in front of him. It belonged to the network administrator, who wore a puzzled expression.

"You've been standing at the door of the box for over two minutes… Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Uh… No, I was just lost in thought, thinking about the game," Yogan replied with a faint smile. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to appear casual, then stepped out of the internet café.

As he walked down the bustling street, Yogan's thoughts raced. He instinctively tried summoning the strange panel he had seen in the game.

To his astonishment, a transparent light curtain appeared before his eyes, visible in the real world.

Status Panel

[Yogan

Strength: Advanced Apprentice Warrior

Martial Arts: Cellular Respiration (1%)

Available Experience Points: 100]

Yogan's eyes widened. "Not only did the panel come with me, but the cellular respiration method replaced my old breathing technique," he muttered, stunned.

He focused on the new breathing method and tried practicing it. Instantly, he felt the energy around him surge toward his body. The surrounding air seemed to thin as it poured into him like a raging tide.

In just a few seconds, the ambient energy of the area was nearly depleted.

Passersby stopped to stare, some whispering in confusion. Realizing he was drawing attention, Yogan quickly stopped the practice and darted into a quiet alley.

Panting lightly, he pressed his back against the wall. "This is incredible," he whispered. "The cellular respiration method at just 1% progress absorbs more energy in seconds than the basic breathing method does in a year!"

The implications were staggering. His qi and blood—essential for a warrior's strength—were directly linked to how much energy his body could absorb. This method wasn't just superior; it was revolutionary.

Yogan's lips curled into a smile. "If this is just the beginning, what will happen when I master it?" He couldn't wait to test it further.

That night, Yogan returned to the empty two-story villa he called home. Since his parents' deaths on the battlefield two years ago, the once lively home had become a quiet shell. He had thrown himself into games to distract from the loneliness.

But tonight, things were different. Excitement buzzed through his veins as he stepped into his bedroom.

"If the cellular respiration method exists in that world, what else might I find?" he wondered aloud. "Could I uncover skills that defy human limits? Techniques that could even… bring back the dead?"

The thought of reviving his parents flickered in his mind, a fragile but burning hope.

For the first time in years, Yogan didn't spend his evening gaming or sleeping. Instead, he practiced the cellular respiration method. The room filled with an invisible yet tangible energy as he absorbed the essence of the world around him.

The next morning, Yogan woke up feeling stronger than ever. His body was brimming with vitality, his blood surging with power.

He checked his status panel.

Status Update

Strength: First-Grade Warrior

Martial Arts: Cellular Respiration (1%)

Available Experience Points: 100

"First-Grade Warrior," Yogan murmured, disbelief creeping into his voice. "I've been stuck at the advanced apprentice level for months, but now I've broken through overnight?"

He clenched his fists, feeling the raw power coursing through him. "This breathing method is unbelievable. It's like cheating!" His grin widened. "If I can bring these gains into the real world, I have to explore that game world further."

Later that morning, Yogan strolled into Linhai No. 1 High School. The campus was alive with the chatter of students, but his mind was elsewhere. He barely noticed the stares of admiration from his peers. As the top martial artist in his grade, Yogan was no stranger to attention.

But his thoughts were fixated on the game world. If the cellular respiration method was just the beginning, what other treasures and techniques might be hidden there?

As he approached his classroom, a commotion at the practice area caught his attention. A group of students rushed toward him, their faces filled with urgency.

"Yogan!" called a freckled boy from the front of the group.

Yogan stopped and raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?"

"It's Mitchell!" the boy blurted out. "He got into a fight with Chen Quan in the practice room. Chen blocked him in, and it's getting bad!"

Yogan's expression darkened. Mitchell was a close friend, but he was only an intermediate martial apprentice. Going up against Chen Quan—a senior ranked second in the entire school—was sheer madness.

"Chen Quan?" murmured a nearby student, his voice trembling. "Isn't he almost as strong as Jiang Qiuran?"

"Yeah, Mitchell's no match for him!" another whispered.

Ignoring the chatter, Yogan's eyes narrowed. "Let's go," he said simply, striding toward the practice area.

The freckled boy hesitated. "Shouldn't we call the old class teacher first?"

"He'll hear about it soon enough," Yogan replied without breaking stride.

The practice area was crowded with onlookers by the time Yogan arrived. Inside the sparring ring, Mitchell was sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from his lip. Chen Quan stood over him, a sneer on his face.

"Had enough, little brat?" Chen taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Next time, know your place."

Mitchell struggled to his feet, his fists clenched. "I'm not done yet," he growled.

Before he could lunge again, Yogan stepped into the ring. The crowd fell silent as all eyes turned to him.

"That's enough, Chen," Yogan said calmly.

Chen Quan's smirk faltered. "Yogan? This has nothing to do with you."

"It does now," Yogan replied, his tone icy. "If you want to pick on someone, try me."

The tension in the room skyrocketed. Chen's eyes narrowed as he sized up Yogan. "Fine," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Let's see if the so-called prodigy of Grade 2 lives up to the hype."

The sparring match began. Chen rushed forward, his fists blazing with energy. But Yogan stood his ground, his body calm and composed.

As Chen's attack closed in, Yogan sidestepped with precision, his movements almost effortless. The crowd gasped as he countered with a single strike to Chen's chest, sending him stumbling back.

Chen's face twisted with fury. "You got lucky!" he roared, charging again.

But Yogan's focus was unshakable. The cellular respiration method flowed through him, heightening his reflexes and amplifying his strength. Each of Chen's attacks was met with calculated precision, and each counter left the senior struggling to regain his footing.

Finally, with a swift kick to the chest, Yogan sent Chen crashing to the ground. The crowd erupted into cheers as Chen groaned in defeat.

Mitchell limped over, his face a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thanks, Yogan. I owe you one."

Yogan shook his head. "Just be more careful next time," he said, his voice soft but firm.

As the crowd dispersed, Yogan couldn't help but smile to himself. The cellular respiration method had proven its worth once again. But this was just the beginning.

There was still so much more to uncover in that mysterious game world. And Yogan was determined to unlock its secrets—no matter what it took.

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