Demonic Martial God

Chapter 1

Inside a Martial Arts Hall, students from the graduating class were busy honing their Qi and toughening their muscles and bones.

With every punch and kick neatly executed amid energetic shouts, the youths' blood boiled with unbridled fervor.

Yet, Ye Chen walked out of the Martial Arts Hall with a sullen expression, carrying an aura that kept others at bay, his long strides echoing his mood.

The bustling crowd around him seemed to sense his gloom, parting to leave a two-meter circle of space around him.

Ye Chen's ears twitched as he picked up snippets of hushed conversations from the crowd, with some people quietly pointing at him.

"I heard that during the recent demon uprising, Ye Chen's family was at the northern front line, and they all perished?"

"Yeah, it seems so. The uprising was so sudden. The north couldn't respond in time and lost many martial artists..."

"Such a talent in martial arts, he wouldn't be crushed by this event, would he?"

"Hard to say. If it were me, I'd feel like dying..."

After faintly hearing these words, Ye Chen felt even worse.

Early this morning, Ye Chen, a martial arts prodigy from Ninghe No.1 Middle School's graduating class, failed to cope with the reality of his parents dying in the battle and gave up on life at home.

Subsequently, the overworked drone and king of internal competition, Ye Chen, transmigrated and was resurrected on the spot, inheriting his predecessor's memories.

His dark expression wasn't due to his predecessor's experiences.

He felt little for the parents in his memories and was not much saddened by their demise.

He only lamented the tragic fate of his predecessor's family, feeling that misfortune often targets the vulnerable.

He had no complaints about being orphaned now, as he had been an orphan even before transmigrating.

On his own grit and ruthlessness, he had also led a life where he called the shots as the chosen hard worker.

He was only extremely dissatisfied with the world he had transmigrated to; if given a choice, he would definitely choose to transmigrate again.

Simply because this world was far too dangerous!

Demon Realms and Demon Domains descended globally, with the Demon Clan and monsters emerging, killing and eating humans, vowing to exterminate mankind!

Gunpowder weapons were ineffective within Demon Realms, putting human civilization in dire straits.

A united governance had to be formed on Azura, barely maintaining mutual surveillance.

Although martial arts later revived and martial artists rose to prominence, holding up half the sky for humanity.

They were still only just managing to maintain a balance on the battlefield, overall still at a disadvantage.

—This was even under the circumstances where the monster and demon races also had disputes and were nearly at each other's throats!

In such a twisting and unpredictable world.

Ye Chen, although having taken over the legacy of a martial arts prodigy, had the chance to become a powerful martial artist, he felt no joy.

Though he did not fear hardship, being thrown into a war's whirlpool washing machine without explanation was an entirely different matter.

He indeed liked to challenge himself and push his limits, but that was under the condition it did not endanger his life.

But this damned world couldn't even ensure his very life!

The fate of his predecessor's family served as a cautionary tale!

Both parents dead, a once-happy family shattered in a blink.

Besides a significant amount of condolence money, his strict father and kind mother didn't even have time to leave a will.

This was just hell-level difficulty!

...

"—Zzz—"

The school's campus broadcast system suddenly activated above Ye Chen's head, making everyone prick up their ears.

After a burst of static, a grave voice came through the speaker, "Students, I am your principal, Luo Yong.

"Perhaps you've already heard the news. Just last week, a demon uprising took place at the northern frontline.

"Tens of thousands of martial artists sacrificed their lives on the battlefield to resist the invaders.

"Among them, there might be our relatives and friends. I hope everyone will mourn respectfully.

"They died defending Azura and are heroes of humanity. Their brave spirits will forever remain in our hearts!

"Everyone, please put down what you're doing, close your eyes, and observe three minutes of silence.

"Let's send off our heroes!"

People looked at each other, gradually stopping their movements, closing their eyes in mourning, sending the souls of the heroes on their way.

Lowers sobs emerged from the crowd, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Ye Chen clenched his teeth and closed his eyes:

"Predecessor, although you awkwardly soared off and tossed me into this chaos,

"I don't blame you, since you let me live another life.

"Since I'm here, I can't bring you back for a beating to vent...

"I'll live well for you, make a name for myself, achieve great things, and outperform everyone!

"I hope you have some spirit up there, and let me have a smooth life!"

...

In the silence, after who knows how long, everyone suddenly heard a puzzling murmur:

"Hey? Why is it foggy? Where did this fog come from?"

Hearing that, people opened their eyes in surprise only to find that in that short period, a dense fog had enveloped the area.

Threads of milky white fog slowly drifted about like a veil over the eyes, rendering people invisible beyond a five-meter distance.

"What's going on, wasn't the weather forecast clear skies?"

"It looks familiar, like something I read about in a book. Let me think..."

Suddenly, Ye Chen caught a glimpse of a black shadow from the corner of his eye, like a streak of black lightning.

"Ah—"

A second later, a half-shriek tore through the fog, then abruptly cut off!

Ye Chen was startled and subconsciously drew the long sword at his waist.

What the hell? What was that black shadow?

Clang! Clang!

Upon hearing the sound of Ye Chen drawing his sword, everyone else also quickly drew their weapons, readying themselves for a confrontation.