Martial Arts Can not Beat Mecha? Watch Me Shatter Planets with My Bare Body!

The interstellar age. Humanity is scattered across the stars, shielded from invading Astral-Realm beasts and the ancient evil gods beyond the galaxy by the Federation's mecha pilots. On the backwater Old Continent the gifted still train their bodies in the Martial Dao — but everyone agrees the Martial Dao can't measure up to a mecha. Li Qingshan intends to prove them wrong with his bare hands. A transmigrator with mediocre talent and no gift for comprehension, he awakens the one thing the geniuses don't have: a Martial Dao Panel. Every technique he practices is recorded as a cold, rising number — no insight required, no talent, no bottleneck. Strength becomes a problem of pure effort. So inside a hidden cultivation space where time crawls by at ten — then a hundred — times the speed of the world outside, he does the one thing no prodigy is willing to do: he grinds. The world watches a frail student rocket up the rankings and calls him a once-in-a-thousand-years genius. Only he knows the truth: every "miracle" was paid for in sweat. While rivals chase lucky breakthroughs, he keeps his secret, smiles, and out-works them all — with a borrowed saber and one notorious low blow that earns him a nickname he'd rather forget. Mechas, evil-god cults, transplanted prodigies from richer worlds, and gods older than the galaxy stand between him and the stars. None of them grasp the simplest, most unstoppable fact about him: he will just train harder. "My strength all came from hard work."