Rebirth in Another World: The Ultimate Legend

Lin Yu's training at the martial arts academy was incredibly diligent. Every day, he would rise at the crack of dawn to begin his rigorous practice, and he would not slacken even as night fell. His hard work and perseverance earned him the favor of Li Meng, the academy's owner, who expressed his admiration openly.

However, Lin Yu's desire for power was not satisfied. He knew that on the path of martial arts, only by constantly breaking through could he reach the peak.

The next day, soft sunlight streamed into the bustling market of the small town. Lin Yu strolled around during his free time, trying to relax his tense nerves from the past few days. As he aimlessly wandered among the stalls, an inconspicuous corner caught his attention. There, a yellowed ancient book lay quietly on a simple stall, as if it had been sleeping for a long time in the river of time. The cover of the ancient book was old and mottled, and the fine cracks told of the vicissitudes it had endured. However, it was precisely these traces of time that, like a mysterious magnet, deeply attracted Lin Yu's gaze.

Lin Yu involuntarily stepped forward and gently picked up the ancient book. The moment he held it, he seemed to feel an indescribable solemnity and mystery. He eagerly asked the stall owner about the price. The stall owner was an old man with a face etched with deep wrinkles, his cloudy eyes revealing a profound understanding of life's experiences. The old man glanced at Lin Yu and casually quoted an astonishingly high price.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu's heart tightened. He subconsciously touched his purse, knowing full well that he didn't have nearly enough money. But the intense curiosity about this ancient book, emanating from the depths of his heart, burned like a flame, driving him to make a bold decision—to buy it with everything he had.

Back at his lodgings, Lin Yu didn't even bother to drink a sip of water before eagerly and cautiously opening the ancient book. The text was like ancient incantations, obscure and difficult to understand, as if every word concealed a profound mystery. But Lin Yu did not back down. With his indomitable spirit, he studied it word by word, not overlooking any subtle clue.

After several days of intensive study, Lin Yu finally managed to glean some key insights from the labyrinthine text. This ancient book recorded an ancient and mysterious cultivation method, its philosophy completely different from the conventional methods he had learned at the martial arts academy, as if opening up a whole new world of martial arts.

Filled with anticipation and trepidation, Lin Yu began cultivating according to the methods described in the ancient texts. Initially, everything seemed to be progressing smoothly; he could clearly feel a strange power gradually surging within his body. However, as his cultivation deepened, this power gradually became more violent, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, difficult to tame and control.

Once, Lin Yu was too impatient during his cultivation and attempted to forcibly guide his energy, nearly falling into a state of qi deviation. In that instant, he felt his blood and qi surging within him, his meridians feeling as if they were being scorched by flames, causing him unbearable pain. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he regained his senses with his tenacious willpower and quickly adjusted his cultivation rhythm and method, thus avoiding a disaster.

However, secrets don't stay hidden forever. His practice of the mysterious ancient texts was eventually discovered by the other students at the martial arts academy.

"Hmph, Lin Yu, you actually secretly practiced this evil technique of unknown origin. Be careful you don't ruin yourself!" A student said with a mocking expression, making no attempt to hide his contempt.

“That’s right, don’t think you can get stronger by taking these crooked paths. Be careful, you might end up losing more than you gain!” another student chimed in.

Despite the ridicule and sarcasm from the crowd, Lin Yu remained unmoved. His gaze was firm and unwavering, and he secretly vowed to prove with his strength that his choice was not wrong.

Just then, news came from the martial arts hall that an internal martial arts tournament would be held to test the students' training results.

Upon hearing the news, a resolute glint flashed in Lin Yu's eyes. He knew this was a golden opportunity to prove himself to everyone.

On the day of the martial arts tournament, the sun was blazing, and the arena was packed with people. Lin Yu stood tall and proud on the stage, his gaze as firm as a rock, revealing an indomitable courage. His opponent was Zhao Gang, a renowned and powerful student from the martial arts school.

Zhao Gang was a burly man with bulging muscles. He walked onto the stage step by step, each step exuding an imposing aura. After stopping, he looked at Lin Yu with disdain and revealed a sneer: "Lin Yu, today I'll show you what true strength is!"

The bell rang to signal the start of the duel, and Zhao Gang launched the first attack. His fist techniques were as fierce as the wind, unstoppable, and aimed directly at Lin Yu's face. The wind from his punches howled, sending chills down one's spine.

Lin Yu remained calm and composed, his steps light and agile, dodging Zhao Gang's fierce attack with the grace of a swallow. Immediately afterward, his gaze sharpened, and he unleashed a strange technique he had learned from ancient texts to counterattack. His movements were lightning-fast, his moves unpredictable and elusive.