Chapter 1 — The Strongest Waste Item in Martial Arts

At the age of five, when he entered the realm of Martial Dao Grand Master, his family shook their heads. At the age of nine, when I realized the laws of Heaven, my father sighed and said I was beyond help. When I was thirteen years old, I threw a palm strike and smashed the Thien Hiep armor, my grandfather was so angry that he almost fainted. The whole family said that the To family gave birth to a waste. I believe. Believed for eighteen years. Until I secretly participated in the National Martial Arts Competition and accidentally threw a punch— The tester broke. The judges remained silent. The martial arts genius known for being difficult to see in hundreds of years stood before me, forgetting even to breathe. I suddenly feel... Like I've been tricked? My name is To Dien. He is a third generation descendant of the To family, the youngest in this generation. In the house, I am a trash recognized by everyone. This is not something I said myself, but a conclusion made by my grandfather, To Chan Son. At that time, I was five years old and had just broken through the realm of Great Grand Master Martial Dao. The meridians all over my body were opened. I excitedly ran to the martial arts training ground, wanting to show my grandfather the martial arts skills I had just mastered. Grandpa looked for three seconds. Three seconds. Then he turned around and said to my eldest uncle: "Eldest son, this child Dien Nhi... forget it, don't mention it again." Elder To Chien Bac was drinking tea at that time. Hearing that, he put down the tea cup, looked at me, his eyes filled with sympathy. "Dad, don't be too disappointed. Our To family has many children and grandchildren, not one of them is missing." I was only five years old at that time, I didn't understand what those words meant. But I clearly remember the look on my grandfather's face, it was a sigh of disappointment because I wasn't close. Later I learned that my cousin To Khai Minh was only three and a half years old and had already broken through to the realm of Great Grand Master. A year and a half earlier than me. In the To family, this gap of one and a half years is enough to distinguish between "genius" and "waste". When I was nine years old, I sat motionless on the back mountain for seven days and seven nights. Suddenly, my mind moved, and yellow pieces of law appeared in the sky above my head. I raised my hand to touch it, and immediately an immense stream of power was transmitted into my body. The Law of Heaven has been understood. I was so excited that my hands were shaking and I quickly ran back to find my dad. My father, To Chien Thien, is writing in the study room. After listening to my story, his pen stopped. He raised his head and looked at me, remaining silent for a long time. In the end, he only said one sentence: "Your six-year-old cousin has already understood." The ink from the tip of the pen fell onto Tuyen's paper, spreading into a patch. "Dien Nhi, you have tried your best." That night, I heard my father talking to my mother in the study room. "I'm afraid this child really can't do it." "Sigh, just leave him alone. In the future, arrange for him an easy job, don't let him compare with Khai Minh and the others." I sat down. squat outside the door, clenching his fists. When I was thirteen years old, I found a set of Heaven-class battle armor in an underground treasure trove. That thing was covered in rust. It was said that it was something left by the To family's ancestors, and no one could open it. I picked it up and looked at it. I felt the material wasn't bad so I tried squeezing it— It's broken. Pieces of metal clattered to the ground. The butler present then turned pale, crawled and ran to tell his grandfather. When my grandfather ran over, looking at the broken pieces all over the ground, his body shook, he had to hold on to the door frame. "What a cruel thing... I couldn't even control a set of Heavenly armor, just touching it broke." "It's broken, completely broken." I opened my mouth, intending to say: "Grandpa, it's not that I can't control it, it's that I broke it." But looking at my grandfather's extremely heartbroken look, the words that came to my mouth were swallowed back by me. Stop it. Maybe I'm really that useless. From then on, my position in the To family was completely determined: waste. House conference

Clans do not need to participate. Cultivation resources are not my turn. In the year-end competition, I was exempted from taking the straight exam. Exemption from the exam doesn't mean I'm too strong so I don't need to compete. It's because I'm afraid I'll lose face when I go into the ring. Such a life lasted for eighteen years. During those eighteen years, cousin To Khai Minh became the top person in the martial arts rankings of Northern Region youth, known as "a rare martial arts genius in a hundred years". As for me, To Dien, I'm eighteen years old but have never participated in any official competitions, and don't have any official rank. In the file, my status entry only says—“Undetermined.” That's right. Not even one level. Because the To family felt there was no need for me to embarrass them. I also feel it's not necessary. Until that day. The registration notice for the National Martial Arts Competition was sent to the To family. At the dinner table, my grandfather gave the exam slot to cousin To Khai Minh: "Khai Minh, this year's exam you will go, bringing glory to our To family." My cousin received the notice and glanced at me: "Dien won't you go?" The whole table was silent for a second. Then the eldest uncle burst out laughing: "Khai Minh, stop joking. What are you letting your sister do? Be an audience?" The cousins also laughed. My mother bowed her head and picked up the food, saying nothing. My father raised his glass of wine and turned away. I also smiled, not speaking. But that night, I secretly went online and used my ID to register. The registration page displayed a message: "Detecting that you do not have an official realm rank, the system will automatically place you in the 'unranked' group. Confirm registration?" I clicked confirm. Not rated, not rated. After all, I've been a waste for eighteen years, doing it again won't make any difference. I just… wanted to try. Let's see how useless I really am. On the day of the exam, I told my family that I wanted to go to the city to buy books. No one noticed. It is very normal for a waste to go out to buy books. The exam was held at the Trung Chau General Institute of Martial Arts, the highest-scale exam hall in the country. When I arrived, there was a long line in front of the door. The nobles of the great families all raised their heads high, with a group of entourages following behind. I wore an old, washed-to-faded jacket, a cloth bag, and blended into the crowd. At the place to check records. "Full name?" "To Dien." "Belong to which family?" "No." I hesitated a bit. If I enter the Su family, perhaps my grandfather will receive a notice. "Not from the family, individual participating in the exam." The staff member raised his eyes slightly, looked at me once, then expressionlessly handed over the number card. "Area F, unranked group, field number 16."Area F. The entire exam hall has six areas. Area A is for Grand Master level and above, Area B is for Grand Master level... And Area F is the lowest area. Only people without official rank were thrown into Area F. I held the number card and walked towards Area F. As I passed Area C, there was a sudden commotion in front. “Quickly look! It's To Khai Minh!” “The top of the Northern Region youth rankings! I heard he's already half a step into the Saint Realm!” “Oh my god, at the age of twenty-two he's already part of the Saint Realm? The To family's genes are so scary…” My steps stopped. Then keep going. Area F's exam arena is very remote, located in the farthest corner, without even a decent grandstand. There were only a dozen or so people standing on the field, everyone looked disheveled. A tall and thin man standing next to him muttered: "Damn, area F, being grouped with a bunch of trash..." A bald man continued: "It's good to be able to come here. My master said that as long as you pass the lowest level of the exam, you can receive an official rank, and in the future it will be easier to find a job." I stood in the corner, saying nothing. Correct

At this moment, the loudspeaker in the exam hall rang out. "Attention candidates, first test subject: Strength test. Please step forward in numerical order, use all your strength to attack the testing machine. The machine's maximum limit is one hundred thousand martial power points, the starting level of S+ level is eighty thousand." Maximum limit is one hundred thousand. I silently memorized this number. People in block F started lining up. The first tall and thin person stepped up, took a deep breath, and then punched the tester hard. The number jumped up—“Um… okay.” The judge took notes with an expressionless face. The second person was bald. One punch. “Normal.” One person after another. The number on the F area's testing machine has never exceeded 1,000. Finally, it was my turn. “Contestant number 16, To Dien.” I walked up. The tester stood tall in front of me, its outer shell made of silver-gray metal. It is said that it can withstand a full-force blow from a Heavenly level powerhouse. I tried holding my hand. Hesitate a bit. How much force should I use? Normally at home, I never have a chance to check. Forget it, just... casually throw a punch. I raised my right hand, very casually— I threw a punch. Um. I felt like I was just lightly touching it. Then— The sound of metal shattering rang out. The screen of the first tester frantically jumped, 999… 999… 99999— Then the entire screen exploded. White light flashed, sparks scattered. Fragments flew across my eyes, tinkling and falling to the ground. The entire tester cracked from the middle. Completely broken. The whole exam hall was silent. So quiet that I could hear my heart beating. The tall and thin man opened his mouth, unable to close it. The water bottle in the bald man's hand fell to the ground and rolled far away. The judge's pen slipped from his hand, his whole body stiffened in place. I clenched my fist and looked at the debris covering the ground. There was only one thought in my mind— It broke again. Exactly like the broken Thien Hiep armor when I was thirteen years old. It is indeed a waste, if you touch anything, it will break. I turned to look at the judge: "That... sorry, I'll pay for it." The judge's lips trembled for a long time, unable to utter a word. His hands are shaking. Not out of anger. It's because of fear. Three minutes later. A group of people flooded into area F. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a gray uniform, with a yellow badge on his chest. That is the status symbol of the exam supervisor. He quickly walked to the broken testing machine, squatted down to examine it, then raised his head to look at me. "Are you fighting?" "Yes." I took a step back. “I will pay, how much money?” The general supervisor did not pay attention to this, turned to the assistant behind him: “Open the surveillance camera, replay the data just now.” The assistant repeatedly tapped on the tablet, then his expression changed. “Sir… the data has exceeded the limit.” “What does exceed the limit?” “That is… exceeded the measurement limit. The number in the last frame is—” He turned the screen around. It displays a series of numbers. 999+. On the back is a small red text: “ERROR – Maximum limit exceeded, cannot display full value.” The general supervisor was completely stunned. He slowly turned his head, once again observing me. From top to bottom, I looked three times in a row. "What's your name?" "To Dien." "What family do you belong to?" "No family, individual contestant." The general supervisor frowned: "Who is your master?" "There is no master." His eyes changed. The word amazement turned into a more complex emotion. I didn't understand, but his throat moved slightly, his fingers slightly curled. "Follow me." "Where to?" "Area A." I was stunned: