The Underground Combat King
The Darce Wolves inhabit the vast plains of Alamu, an endless expanse of land that serves as the hunting grounds for these fearsome werewolves. Every corner of this land is filled with their swift, prowling figures and relentless hunts. Not only do the local animals of the plains fall prey to them, but any outsider who dares venture into their territory might also find themselves marked as quarry.
To the north of the Alamu Plains lies the entrance to Scars Canyon, where a brutal battle of blood and fire is currently raging.
The canyon is littered with hundreds of corpses—human warriors clad in partial plate armor, towering minotaurs, and countless wolves. Despite the ferocity of the werewolves, they are no match for the heavily armored human soldiers armed with shields and sharp blades or the formidable strength of the towering minotaurs.
The battle continues with fierce intensity, the foul stench of blood saturating the canyon air, and the screams of death piercing through like funeral bells. Even the birds keep their distance, unwilling to fly over this desolate battlefield.
“Cough, cough!”
Among the pile of corpses, a weak wolf struggles to its feet, its unfocused gaze wandering through the surrounding c*****e, its eyes widening in shock.
“What is this cursed place? What are these terrifying creatures?”
This is Sun Berna, a martial arts grandmaster in his previous life—a master of Xing Yi, Bagua, Iron Wire Fist, and over a dozen martial arts styles. His name was legendary in the underground world of unrestricted combat, earning him titles like the "King of Black Fists" and the "King of the Underworld," a true martial arts fanatic. He even subjected his body to electric currents to stimulate his acupuncture points in pursuit of greater power—a practice that ultimately led to his death due to a fatal short circuit.
Now, as the impossible truth dawns on him, his mind floods with memories—he didn’t die. Instead, he has found himself in the body of a wolf named Berna.
“Well, I must’ve been a fool!” he mutters, staring down at his furry wolf paws, each tipped with sharp claws. Although he lacks a mirror, the corpses of wolves around him give him a glimpse of what he must look like. A grin spreads across his face, baring sharp fangs.
For most, waking up in death would be paralyzing, but Berna stands amidst the bloody battlefield with a smile, living up to his reputation as a madman.
Berna’s previous life was a tragedy. His father died before he was born, conscripted into war, leaving his mother to raise him alone in poverty. Weak and often bullied, he was mocked as the village fool. Three years ago, his only loving mother passed away, leaving him vulnerable to the schemes of the village chief. Deceived, he lost his family’s inheritance and was forced to join the army in place of the chief’s son. Smaller and weaker than most werewolves, he was mercilessly bullied and sent to the frontlines as cannon fodder, where he was struck down and abandoned as the battle began.
Surrounded by the pungent stench of death, Berna feels neither discomfort nor fear. Instead, his martial soul awakens, stirring excitement in the face of the m******e.
“There’s a stray dog still alive! Who will deal with him?”
“I will!”
A group of human soldiers and a few towering minotaurs break through the werewolf defenses, charging toward Berna. A bloodied warrior wielding twin swords sneers as he rushes at him.
“Die, you filthy beast!”
The blade sweeps toward him with lethal intent, the thick scent of blood lingering in the air. It’s only now that Berna realizes he truly is a werewolf on this battlefield, just as the warrior’s massive sword descends toward him.
Sun Berna, once a peerless grandmaster who scorned weapons, now finds himself with a body that is the ultimate tool, facing mortal threats. As he moves, he discovers the strength of his new form—a stark contrast to the frail creature he inherited. Despite its flaws, the body’s power far surpasses any mortal being.
As Berna surges forward, the sword-wielding warrior stumbles, surprised by the speed at which Berna closes the distance. Despite his heavy weapon, the man tries to retreat, but Berna is faster. In one fluid motion, he seizes the blade, leaps overhead, and delivers a swift, clawed strike, tearing through the man’s throat. Blood sprays from his furry hands, glittering in the sunlight.
The human warrior stares in disbelief, unable to comprehend how he was slain by this seemingly weak wolf.
Berna, however, is startled by his hands, realizing that as he eliminates his enemy, a powerful warmth seeps into his body, merging with the core energy deep in his abdomen. A memory surfaces—this is the legendary "Embrace of the Dantian," a sensation he thought unattainable, now manifesting in this strange new form.
When Berna was young, he trained under a village elder, developing a deep fascination with martial arts. Driven by his thirst for knowledge, he challenged masters across the land, relentlessly pursuing perfection. He became an underground legend, undefeated in combat but resolutely sworn never to kill.
For over three decades, he reached the pinnacle of martial arts, attaining the “Dantian Embrace” and becoming a grandmaster. His insatiable quest for mastery led him to study ancient texts, hinting at an era when masters could harness "Heavenly Energy" and achieve godlike feats.
One day, while delving into these ancient secrets, he uncovered evidence of warriors who tapped into celestial energy to become invincible. Obsessed, he subjected his body to electric shocks, trying to unlock this ancient power, but ultimately died by his own hand.
The roar of wind snaps Berna back to reality, a human warrior’s massive sword pressing down on him.
He realizes that in this world, it’s kill or be killed.
Stepping aside, Berna’s bones c***k like tempered steel, his movements honed to perfection. With iron-fisted strikes and spear-like claws, he grabs the warrior’s blade, leaps upward, and delivers a fatal blow. The man staggers, wide-eyed in shock, as Berna’s bloodstained claws tear through his throat, sending him to his death.
Yet Berna’s gaze narrows as he feels a fresh warmth surge into his body, nourishing his core energy. Nearby, he spots a wounded minotaur on the verge of death. Seizing the moment, he swiftly dispatches the creature, feeling an even stronger energy flow into him.
Something extraordinary is happening here. Berna realizes that with every life he takes, he gains a portion of their strength.
